Always have memories

I remember the first night I heard your voice, and the first time you held my hand. Our first kiss happened soon after, and then we got to share a whole lot of ‘firsts’ together, from our first offical date to the first time you met my family.

But then it became the first time we had a fight and the first night we went to bed without saying good night. We had our first make-up after a bad fight and you became my first love.

And then one morning as we counted down the days we had our last kiss and last goobye but in between we had many ‘good memories’ and that gives everything we been thru worth its weight in gold

Ahhh… the romantics day filled with over sized hallmark cards, red roses and teddy bears :)

Here I am – with my rose coloured glasses waiting for my knight to come riding past on a white stallion… But alas… I look around and see some ordinary guys some in business suits, others in casual but none on any horses.

Walking thru the mall, cupid seems to be smiling at me from all the shop windows and just behind him are bottles of perfume, ferrari jackets and boxers with hearts and lips on them. All displayed to catch my subconsious, poor cupid no more than a random marketing ploy these days. And there next to the plastic man in the boxers is a plastic woman in a sexy set of lingerie, hmmm now how would my ass fit in that…

I practically lunge myself at the pie stand to stuff my face, hell I’m derpressed as it is – one pie couldn’t hurt. Walking past the video store now and the twillight poster is still up, some girls are so lucky – they get to choose between a werewolf and vampire while the rest of us simpletons have to stick to regular humans.

My jeans starts vibrating I check to see whose calling… Ahhh the boy who makes me feel pretty. I smile, answer and chat for a few minutes. After a few miss yous and goodbyes, the conversation comes to an end and I stand looking at another cupid on a store window I realise sometimes you dont need cards or flowers but just one person who makes you feel worth it…

So to the single ones, the complictaed ones, the ones with a better half / hubby / fiance or whatever else there is out there.

Happy Valentines Day from me to you <3

So my company is moving premises… which means i need to clean up my desk – seems pretty effortless right. But OMW – you would be suprised how much crap I can keep when a space becomes fimiliar and comfortable…

So after just 30 mins of sorting through one shelf – my bin is over flowing with things to chuck away (not exagerating, think i need a bigger bin)

So I’m guessing not all things that I keep are memeories, some are papers that i kept for a reason at the time but meaningless now…
Ok taking a break from cleaning – will get back to this tomorrow.

1 February 2003 – my dad passed away on this day and every year afterwards its been a day that would make my mom and sister over annoyed or emotional and sad. And every year as this day approached – we would argue over just about anything and even try not to talk to each other as it would lead to an arguement. This day was destined to be a dull and dreary one.

But then it changed in a way, on the 1st February 2010 – i got a booking for my drivers licence, and when i passed it made my mom and sister excited for me and gave us something to smile and laugh about.

so instead on the 1st of Feb always being a dull day, it now is a reminder of one of the proudest days of my life – the day i got my licence :)

I have a memory box, a little black book, a diary and a closet full of stuff from the “good ol days” and also stuff that i keep which isn’t filled with good memories.

I keep pictures and movies tickets from first dates, napkins from aniversary or birthday dinners, Bottle caps from house parties, more pictures(even the bad ones), A burnt-out sparkle from my 18th birthday cake, the rose I got on my 19th birthday, petals of flowers from my 1st Valentines present till the most recent, letters, notes, thoughts, dreams and things I’ve written when angry, the print out of my tariot card predictions, the first love letter I wrote but didn’t send out, Numbers of crushes that I never called, names of peope that have made me cry, little post-it’s with dates to remember, Old report cards, school letters that had referance to my final year at the school, Birthday cards, Good luck cards, a friendship card from my best-friend when I was 10(I have no idea where she is now), The letter I wrote but never delivered to my first heart-break, Printed out copies of my most special emails, a copy of my letter of employment of course:), little tit-bits and more than I can mention or recall at this time…

I love my memories, even the bad ones, the embarssing ones I try not to remember Lol, but I love that I have special memories and I love all my momento’s