New Home

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Hi. I’m back and it’s been a year or so since I last dropped a blog in this site.

I read my past blogs and I can’t believe I have over a hundred twenty blogs posted. That’s an accomplishment since I am a master procrastinator. I won’t make this short stop excruciating for you guys to read, considering I always write long blogs which I realized no longer works in a world of tweets and instagram.

I have migrated my blog to a new site and I hope you visit my new home if you have time. I miss being in wordpress as I have gained a few friends here, a few years back. Friends meaning, I have exchange several messages and comments here and there.

Anyway, I have just built the site so it’s fairly new and I am re-blogging some of my old posts. Don’t worry though because I have fresh stories to tell and a whole lot add ons to share in my site.

I hope to see you at venuspeaks.com and don’t forget to subscribe.

Have a great day and keep in touch!

Roots

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I grew up in a place where everyone is forgiving. A place where you are allowed to make as many mistakes as you can until you get it. There was no pressure to perform or be better at something. There was always so much room to grow, so much time to learn. Pick up things at your own pace. Fall and get up. Keep trying. 

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Lullaby

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I don’t really know how or where to start.

There were too many; thoughts, prayers, wishful thinking, hopes, battles and emotions involved in this blog. Mostly, it consists of the terrifying things in my head that are most likely to be true or makeup.

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Lover

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I left my personal blog almost a year ago. I got too caught up with life’s velocity and unpredictable trajectories.

Ok bluff. I fell out of love.

I abandoned this site just like that. I migrated somewhere else with no guarantee of returning. You can say that like everyone else who left, I lost the thrill that blogs give. I lusted over other media and I became obsessed with the perks, glam and

But this place is where I can pour my heart out. Not just cutouts of my musings or slices of stories but here I can be everything I want to be. I am free. I am limitless.

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Zombie

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If I suppress myself more I will have to eat someone’s brain already. I have been holding myself from blogging at work because I feel like there are super engineered microchip installed somewhere beneath my desk recording all my browsing history – if not my private thoughts. So much with working with a tech company. The last thing I needed right now is for anyone at work to discover my theatrical musings. I want to keep my personal life at a great distance, like Amazon jungle kind of distance – with anacondas to bite your ass if you pry on my journaling.

I haven’t written anything since 2017 and that for me is tragic because this is the only place I come home to when I am desperate for comfort and pleasure.

I will try to sneak in for my own sanity. Otherwise, the voices in my head will explode into shards of atomic profanity.

-which so not good considering Good Friday is coming.

So let me just write.

Excuses. Excuses. Dreams & Muses.

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Oct 24 Prompt:  Trademark

“Clarity is the trademark of successful people.”

I’ve been struggling to write an article on Dubai Night Life for two days now. My “famous” photographer friend has given me a list to blog about and I took it as a challenge since it’s been ages since I’ve written something for someone. I realized how much of a loser I am when it comes to paid articles that don’t seem to interest me. (She’s not paying me by the way. I offered free.) But I’m still not enthusiastic about it. I guess I have to keep writing as a hobby or an outlet, something to snack on for my own craving and to keep in the drawer for rainy days.

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Did You Miss Me?

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I haven’t touched my keyboard for pleasure.

Oh – that sounds so R -18.

I haven’t written anything for the past few months – is what I meant. Sorry I can’t make any metaphoric introduction. I just really want to get back to blogging. My insecurities have grown big since I last posted. I fed it with so much adoration to people who can really write.

Over this course of time when I was so busy trying to untangle my messy life and put all the chaos back to order, I learned how limited my writing skills are. And that made me step back a little.

But then again, you know. I miss me writing. And so fuck perfection. Here I go, bear hugging myself back to blogging.

When Happy People Leaves

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When Happy People Leaves – it makes you sad.

I feel so bummed today that Olive has to leave.

She’s our CFO and for some personal reason, she decided to quit the job after three amazing months here at work. She’s the kind of CFO who doesn’t make you feel like she’s CFO but still manages to protect her boundaries and maintain the respect necessary for her position. She was humble and soft-spoken and funny and genuine. She brightens up the room. Well – I think most people in the company does. We try as much as we can to maintain that vibe. It’s like an office policy to be happy. Which is why I CAN’T BE ALL GLOOMY. I always had to push all my baggage inside my handbag and carry it with poise.

She gave me a hug before leaving and told me that I was the nicest secretary she’s ever met. I told her I would have to tell her the same thing – that she’s the nicest CFO I have ever met. But that would be so unoriginal.

So I just wave her goodbye.