Somehow, the photo challenge has become absolutely challenging this past couple of weeks. Last week’s theme was “LOVE” this week it’s home. I – the loveless and homeless – have hence found the 2 back-to-back challenges extremely challenging.
But then again…. an excerpt from the Challenge “…..In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture that evokes HOME for you.
It might be the place where you live, or a more abstract representation, or something completely different. Can’t wait to see what you do with this challenge!……..”
I was outdoors this morning when this urge to find a four leaf clover hit me hard and I got really sillily drawn to it… and that’s when I hit home [well after over an hour’s search, to be specific].
And so, proudly presenting you my representation of HOME [errr hitting HOME]
Just where it belongs 😀
Home HOme HOMe HOME [safe in my journal]
so at Home, with it
What’s not unique? Everything is unique… there’s only one ME and only one YOU… we’re all unique, aren’t we?
But then again, when it came down to Picking-a-pic in response to the week’s challenging theme [<– details in there]… well I had either too many or none. So here’s one [and I know this’ll totally get me in BIG :trouble:] but can’t help it, because it’s soooo absolutely unique!
the UNIQUE g-string
superWOman wannabe 😀
In the Dumps
Fell out with life, so
Joy’s broken up with me
Bad time’s now my only good friend.
I am who I am and i LOVE what i LOVE.
I’ve always been vocal about what I love – I’m saying “what” not “who” so do not get any ideas :thinks she’s made a brilliant remark here: [PATHETIC, I know]. So yeah, back to me being vocal about what I love – things I love.
There was a time I could never get enough of those potato wedges – I used to gulp and swallow and munch [not in that particular order or any other order for that matter] these things and still come back for more. Now, the reason I said “I am very vocal” is because when I fall in love with certain things – I just keep chanting them like some kind of mantra. I keep saying how much I [used to] love these wedges. My neighbours get sick and tired of hearing me rant about these things that I’ve come to love so much [as they hear it way too many times to not get “sick and tired” of].
tastes best with sour cream & sweet chili sauce: IMAGE SOURCE
But guess what, eventually the same “sick and tired” listeners get tempted and they give in to them wedges. The worst part then is that they too fall in love with these things and I can’t believe it’s the same listeners who once got “sick and tired”. The worse than the worst part again is now I hear me [my words] coming out of their stuffed [with wedges dipped in sour cream and sweet chilli] mouth. Talk about plagiarism :sigh:
I love things – yes, I love them to bits and I keep saying it over and over. That’s the way I am. When I love things, I love them unconditionally… there’s just nothing that could ever change my unconditional love…
…And then inevitable as it is, I move on… while my listeners are still hooked to it. Now, here comes the best part. Once I move on, I normally don’t go back to where I was and just the way I am vocal about things I love – well, I’m equally if not more vocal about the things that disgust me. My words coming out of another being [that too after I’ve moved on] disgust me. So, I’m not only vocal with words but with my facial expressions, too.
The better than the best part is – the confusion in their faces.
Loveless in WordPress
The theme’s got me thinking…
Who do I love? No meaningful nods there… no looking away with his images… no friends who I can say I actually love… no family members I can even pretend to love.
I still want to give it a go… Maybe I’ll try pointing out some things I love (to do)
- movies [can’t buy, borrow or steal them anymore 😦 ]
- books [reading A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby – very time appropriate, I think]
- travelling [another can’t-afford luxury]
- blogging/ writing [if the writer’s block cares to leave me be]
And it’s just struck me… what I love doing the MOST ….
dAydreAming – i LOVE
Someone mailed it in a few days back to s1ngal about the smoking relapse episode. That someone was SO wrong. Well, it wasn’t a relapse. s1ngal was only trying to smoke a little without turning that episode into a saga of relapse. Does that make any sense? Maybe, not.
So here’s me writing about my life ~ yeah yeah a single life. I got into smoking a little bit since I first lit “that” first cigarette when I got stressed. In fact, it wasn’t stress that brought me down to light “that” first cigarette – it was *rage*, a boiling RAGE.
There’s this colleague – I don’t want to name names or anything like that – who loves [I believe] to get on my nerves. She does it routinely on Wednesdays and it was one of these Wednesdays when *fury* of the worst order took me over and I was blinded by it. Seriously, I couldn’t calm myself down – it was a murderous rage – R.A.G.E. Yes, that’s why I smoked on that Wednesday because I got into that anger-loop.
IMAGE SOURCE: s1ngal
Anger-loop defined: It’s like something makes you angry and then you turn away from it. Then you sit and think about it, which apparently makes you angrier. Then you stand and try to talk yourself out [of this anger situation] and you get the angriest. This is when you need to get out and chop some wood or mope. But because I was at work, I couldn’t chop wood [would’t have done this even if I was home] or mope. Yes, moping is my greatest stress-reliever.
Today, I am on Monday and haven’t smoked YET. Come Wednesday, if I’m saying the same thing i.e. in the line of “haven’t smoked”, I’d feel quite accomplished [after which I’m going to work on getting “Freshly Pressed”].