HAPPY FRIDAY and have a great weekend my fellow bloggers!!

Make sure you smell the roses, taste the rainbow, listen to the sweet verses from the balmy air and appreciate the beauty of life. Take the time to chill and kickback. As for me, I just moved to my new apartment on Tuesday so i'll be unpacking and cleaning around. I am thrilled to be in a new place. The scent of an unchartered territory moves me to tears, naw, i'm not that sentimental, lol. Let's just say it was about time. Moving is a pain in the ass but I have found my quiet niche. I will provide pics once I finally purchase a digital camera. I am so behind with technology, it's sad, lol, just two months ago a friend bought me my very first DVD, all this time I was using my VHS, didn't want to get rid of my baby.

Well, i'll keep you all posted with before and after pics, this place is so lovely, I can't wait to decorate. For now it looks overwhelming since boxes and hefty bags are everywhere. I wish I was somewhere at a tiki bar overlooking the ocean while taking notes in my journal and thinking of story ideas. Most of my friends have plans this weekend, they know where to find me from Saturday thru Tuesday, i'll be chained to my apartment .

I saw this cool pic and I had to share. Can you imagine being chained up like this, unable to be free? Unable to be yourself. Well, I compare this to my job sometimes. Being cooped up at my desk for 9 hours a day. Ugggghhhh, ok let's not talk about work. There is a tiny blessing when it comes to working, we get off at 12 noon on Fridays from July thru September 1st so I guess I shouldn't whine too much about it, for now :)

Of course I will make the time to post some more poems for your viewing pleasure. I haven't been writing as much this week due to my move but be prepared, over the weekend I will sizzle your BBQ palates with some spicy wings ;)

Here I was cleaning and packing stuff for my move and I stumbled upon one of my many journals, this one dated June 2001. I will share with you the first few pages of what I wrote...

June 2001:

What I crave...
Yes, sometimes when I lay down at night staring up at the ceiling, I crave...I crave for some arms to hold me near, to let me know I'm dear and to have no fear of tomorrow. I crave for lips to touch mine, soft and warm to remind me that he will be mine, real and genuine. I crave for romance, the kind that only ocean waves whisper to each other, deep and strong. I crave love, unconditional, that even when death comes my way, his love will not let me be forgotten. I crave quiet storms, naked nights, a snuggle under warm sheets, feet that tickles and cheek to cheek. I crave eyes that stare into mine and tell me without words I am to be desired and honored. I crave sweet words, sweet enough to put me to sleep, to rock me gently, passion hot enough to burn my skin. The music of a man's heart when my head rest on his chest and I smile with content. I crave too much...in another world such cravings would be infinite and I would no longer feel such yearns.

There are more entries to this journal, this was just a small preview...

tata for now :)