Wadadli Pen Story Entry 2012

The steel pan played as I dirtied my tongue with the goat water, fungi 'n' pepper pot and a bit of dialect. All around people were moving up and down the streets swaying to the tantalizing rhythm of the music as they went about getting their ducana and saltfish with 'chap up', bullfoot soup, conch water, ginger beer, soursop juice and the list continued as did the music and the people.

It took me awhile to decide whether it was the sorrel, raspberry or ginger beer that I would get. The economy would not allow me the luxury of eating four and five plates with as many cups and variety of drinks and still be able to pay APUA's utility bills come tomorrow. So I settled for one, the ginger beer. The Lord knows how I loved to feel the chill making its way to the back of my throat, just before it hit with its ear-burning sensation. It was one of the joys of this world.

Now all I needed was a place to sit in silence to eat and reminisce on the years' turmoils which had brought us to this occasion: a celebration of freedom. From my little corner in the botanical gardens I delved into the fungi.

White & Thin in this Black & Thick 1 (2013 August)

I began dieting when I was 9, and I've been working towards not doing so for approximately two years.


I am much better because of a few friend who adore me just as I am 5' 9'' and approximately 185.
That is approximated because, I have not checked my weight in years.
In the past I would check 5 or more times a day...with ease
I can lose 2lbs per day, and put on 5lbs per day

This Week (2014 May)

This week was...different. I wrote more than I have in any other week of this year. I have enjoyed it.

Proffesor J. Levy has been working with us on our photography skills. We shot food. It was fun.

I still need work on the execution of my ideas. I set up a few compositions that were worthwhile, but I couldn't get the shit decently. Sigh.

I am still super content though.

09/18/14

09/18/14
So yesterday I walked until the sole of my feet burned. This morning I woke to my ankles being in pain. But it was worth it.

I'm In Love With Some Guy

He's not some guy. Let me be honest. He's the closest thing I've found to what I want without comprise. I don't know him very well. I don't know him. I've seen him four times. We do not communicate. I hear things about his, read the things he's written. And the way he thinks, the image that's been created of him is the image I've been yearning for.

But is gets worst...better...his dreams are mine, his mind travels in the same direction. His love is mine, only it's not because, I am not his desire. I pine, whine....I dine alone in this misery. I am tired, I can't wait to have more of him beside me. I am anxious for his words to be written for me, not about me, not with a mention of me, just to me.

To me, a simple girl too caught up with this love, this infatuation, this lust? this heartbreak, this eye-opening that another mind like mine exists to see that I am a woman.