Saturday 12 December 2015

The only LEGAL heir.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to close the doors, somebody gets through.
It's like, all your power and control, goes down the fucking drain and then one year later, all you can do is laugh with them over a cup of coffee.

Basically, friends are stupid and annoying and irritating and the joke starts is why the hell can't we survive without them?

I mean, I won't jump in front of a car every time a friend of mine looses touch but then, every time someone worth calling a friend looses touch, I will feel the need to run over someone.

So this post is about this friend of mine.
She's not that old, but she's not that new.
She's not that bold, but she's not that blue.

She's this idiot who listens to every story I narrate,
And the smart ass who know's the difference between transportation and freight.

She knows when to tell me I'm cute and when to slap me for my own good,
She knows when I'm sleepy and when I'm PMSing or when I just need food.

She knows the difference between being around and being there,
She does what she wants and when she wants and for the world? She has NO CARE.

Her people are her people and you fckin' don't mess with them.
One wants to be a lawyer and the other one hates Chem.

She gets jealous and she's pretty possessive about the things she owns,
She gets angry pretty easily too so you better watch out for the stones.

She's a lady when it comes to wearing lipstick and a geek when it comes to studying,
She's a MOM when it comes to me being a jackass and a guy when it comes to eating.

Sucker for sweets,
Idiot hates to tweet.
Facebook and her don't go hand in hand,
On the stage is not where she likes to stand.
Crazy for dance,
Always has balance.
Hates curly hair,
The only  LEGAL heir.




A very happy eighteenth birthday to the most crazy person in my life. I'm still figuring out HOW can someone be so geeky and gooey and careless and responsible AT THE SAME TIME.

Well, here's to trying.





Did I mention she loves clicking pictures?





Monday 7 December 2015

Watermelon white sauce pasta.

A million times, without fail,
I'll do over every thing, from letters to mails.
I'll say sorry when I'm right,
And I'll tuck you in every night.
I'll watch Star wars not because I love you.
But because I love fiction and action and I still call you boo.
I'll smile as I replace the flowers at the dinner table every day,
And I'll plan a party every year near the end of May.
I'll look at you and I'll tell you everything you need to hear,
I'll make you feel close even during times I'm not near.
I'll install viber and Skype and I'll do long distance,
I'll do whatever you ask. Eat pizza, for instance.

I'll do everything I should,
Everything I never could.
I'll make you pancakes on mundane monday mornings.
I'll serve cornflakes on tired Tuesdays.
I'll steal you from your office for momos and a quickie,
And to remember me by, I'll leave a hickie.
I'll do everything I should.
And every thing I never could.

Scented candles, rose petals, candle light dinners and love letters.

Boxers, or tuxedos, soulmates or brothers.
Let's romance the fuck out of each other.

Everything I should.
Everything I never could.

A thousand times over.💖