Saturday, 9 May 2009


Randomness makes me happy.

Friday, 1 May 2009

Your gift to me.

This painting means so much to me because it reflects my everyday battle. I purposely played with the colors and the saturation... because the sky and socks are blue, and I am hoping that more colors will keep being added as I keep walking on the journey I have been on.
Thank you for this very very special gift.
It's so precious to me.

Here's to a lovely May filled with more colors as we both keep on walking on our journeys.

Sunday, 26 April 2009

Thursday, 23 April 2009

i do - andrea gibson

flo, this is just one, of the many reasons why i support gay marriage.
and this is one, of the many reasons i love words.
spoken words.
MC stlyle poetry.
Slam poetry

I have many written, maybe one day i will perform them like this (only no where near as good) in front of my video camera :)

Wednesday, 22 April 2009

apple love.

that apple crumble made so happy.
it reminded me of Britain.
i miss the UK so much.
i was able to taste some of its beauty yesterday.

Sunday, 19 April 2009


"When friends stop being frank and useful to each other, the whole world loses some of its radiance." - Anatole Broyard
i have lots to type.
and very little time.
but after tuesday this week. i will have that time.
i hope :)

Sunday, 29 March 2009

stopping by...

...just to say, hope you're having a beautiful day.

Friday, 20 March 2009

book month

april, shall we read a book in april?
a non twilight saga book. although you can be damn sure i'll be reading those. since my last post claiming i would not read it, i have read all four books twice over.
its an addiction i tell you.
maybe the book by shaw and l'engle? friends for the journey. (btw you should join goodreads. its another addiction of mine.)
or another?
what does que mean?
so many questions.
here's a photo.

Thursday, 19 March 2009

A friend is that other person with whom we can share our solitude, our silence, our prayer.
A friend is that other person with whom we can look at a tree and say, "isn't that beautiful", or sit on the beach and silently watch the sun disappear under the horizon.
With a friend we don't have to say or do something special.
With a friend we can be still and know that God is there with both of us.
- Henry Nouwen

Wednesday, 18 March 2009


This week I stayed in a hotel on Embankment in London. The view from my window was bittersweet. It was familiarity and safety; the constant traffic a deafening reminder of what has gone.

I love embankment. I love its hustle and bustle. I love the business men wondering around with their briefcases, and the pubs so overfilled with them that they stream out onto the street at home time. Like well dressed students laughing and joking and basking in the sun.

I love embankment tube station, with its fresh flowers, and narrow road. The multiple starbucks, and the London chain bar and grill we ate in on Tuesday night. Dozens of people crammed into a low ceilinged room, a candle lighting up each table, out of place in this noisy, hot piece of London town, each flickering wildly as if daring you to suggest it doesn't belong there.
I love the sheer freedom and creativity of the people. The softly spoken, smiling German waitress, working late hours to fund her penchant for extravagant leather shoes. The pedestrians with their uber tight skinny skinny jeans, and un-matchymatchy overgrown scarves. The faces of the commuters, ever pissed off, ever tired, ever in a rush to get to that meeting, fighting their way through the herds of European students with cameras and notebooks and excited laughter flirting out amongst the landscape. The Big Issue seller posted on most corners, and near most tube station exits, a physical reminder of the raw and rough side of town.
I love that on a clear blue day you can feel like you really are in the middle of something special. Walking and breathing amongst history.
Mostly I love the feeling of being home. That feeling of belonging somewhere. Of knowing where to go, how to get there. Of loving random tube stations that are not frequented by the tourist mass. Of knowing that my London walking face is perfected, because I am from London.
I love embankment.
I did not love staying in hotel on embankment. I just can not seem to adjust to the fact that I will never drive down there again with the intention of heading for another part of town.
It felt alien and wrong to be walking around the streets I know so well, with nowhere other than a beautifully presented, yet functional looking room to go back to.
I love london. But I miss my home, and the familiarity and safety it brings, dearly. This feels like something that will take a long time to work through.

Thursday, 5 March 2009

One day...


Saturday, 28 February 2009

it was sparkly :)
your tv is magical.
lady Z is my new friend.
Rhys is a blast and va va voum crazy!
Dan is fabulous.
you are my best.


Thursday, 19 February 2009


hello flora,
i hear i will be meeting you very soon. i'm quite excited about this, i've never met a french person before.
i thought you should know, i'm actually quite shy around new people. i might even growl at you when you first come in.
but i will soon get over it. i like people who are over the top and loud, those are my favorite kind of people. i get on with them best.
and don't worry. i can see fine out of my eyes. this is the hair look i am going for.
zoe bloom.

Monday, 9 February 2009

The hol is starting today.
And so is the strike all over French Guiana!
I'm starting to think that they are more on strike than at work! No petrol anywhere anymore. And I'm hoping we will be able to leave today!?!?

Here's to a happy hol :)
and total fun!

Tuesday, 3 February 2009

i think

february is the month for a zine. for new things. for more books.
i think february is my month for mourning the cullen family. i'm not kidding, i have read the saga three times over since i got it. and i know for a fact i could start it again right now.
but i think i have to show some restraint, and maybe not read it for the whole of february.
but i'm not making any promises.
because i miss them dearly already.
just letting you know, yo.