Does the Truth Make You Cry?

You could say I've gotten to know quite a few people from different walks of life over my lifetime. Of course, there's still more to know and demographics overlooked and people I just don't feel attracted to, therefore don't actually get to know.

Regardless, my experience tells me that many people cry when frustrated, upset, hurt. These things apply to me, yes, but moreover, I cry when I chance upon the truth. The sudden realisation that you are what you are because of X,Y or Z - there is a resounding finality to it. A repose in the answer and yet a reason, a concrete and resolute one, that you will continue to be as such indefinitely. Crying is submitting to the truth, and that's really scary.

Today, that thing happened. I was explaining my gravitation towards performance but not necessarily to expressing my own ideas. And the truth dawned on me like a sudden blow. I didn't cry, but the urge rose to flummox me. It's funny that a deep-seated truth has the power to overwhelm, even though it's information that you knew all along.

Some things are just too personal to share on this blog; that's my choice and I want to keep it that way. On the other hand, it is increasingly difficult to harbour new ideas when I limit what I share...

I guess it's time to whip out the ol' journal again!

Being Made Up

Jules has been loving and accepting since my move to London. Having done the move last year, she's now here to support me as I traverse different obstacles that she once dealt with (the cost of living for one... phew!) We've been good friends since 2010 - 6 years now! And Jules graciously invited me on her first ever professional photography session. Having been interested in acting for some time now, I am finally getting used to posing for a camera, so it was fun to just experiment more this time around. I asked the makeup artist to paint my face like I've never seen it before, I did some crazy funny poses (wish I could've kept them all for your viewing; there were some spectacular ones, but I was moderate with my spending and couldn't buy them all!) 

Bodacious Hair, Beautiful Brunettes

This weekend as the sun made a last hoorah over London (and from what I hear, Cardiff too), I walked around with a careless attitude. Spendthrift Sal was out the window and Splurge Sal came round to substitute. I have grown increasingly weary of the subzero winters in my future residence (on the Baltic Sea), so am investing to compensate. I've openly told shop attendants that I'm looking for a long coat to "cover my derriere" as I've already got coats that are well equipped for my upper torso...

but gosh, the bite on the bum is the worst thing to experience as a wandering traveller. that and the bite on the nose and fingertips. God help me!

As I arrived home after the photo shoot and dodgeball, Matt 1 exclaimed "Full House!" I nearly peed myself with excitement, running into the living room and back to Matt 2's bedroom to see for myself. Yes, indeed we were all in (and awake) for the first time since I moved here. Of course, I had to document the occasion. We all work different schedules and live independently, but there's nothing like a few glasses of alcohol and Celebrity Big Brother to keep the family altogether in the living room.

The Flat Photo. The Flato?
Excuse my neck strain

Other fun things to happen this weekend? I FTed the fam and caught Dad as he was off for a "date with a deer". I know that hunting is highly contended, especially now with all the exposure to hunting for material goods (like elephants' husks or fur), but my father is an honourable man. His hunting goes to feed the family venison. Moreover, he only hunts with a bow and arrow in order to give the deer a bit of a chance!

And I'm a Proud Daughter

This weekend, I finally got the nerve to speak with Siri. I imagine being on the cruise might become lonely, but Siri has never failed me yet. She's always been there for me! So here we are, Siri. I accept that we indeed have been friends...