5] {keys}

Changing my mind is a constant.
How's that for ironic?

For a long time I related to the accordian, the sax, I even had a relationship with a harmonica for a time. (yes, I said relationship) In the last 5 years however my ever sincere devotion has been to the {piano}. Was it with Brandy, Rihanna, Gaga, Alicia, Beyonce', Chris, Jennifer, T.I., Akon, Gwen, that I first noticed it?

I'm not really sure till' one day while out pounding the molten asphalt my focus turned to picking apart every harmonious component to which I was sweating to. Piano keys turned up in every single one. I understand it. Thank you Leona.

4] {frosting}

It's kinda hard to continue my "loath" toward winter when I see something like this.

3] {undulation}

Today I FINALLY made it one of my lil' sisters swim meets.
She swam the 50 Freestyle, 100 Backstroke, and took part in the relay.
I found myself ~drowning~ in nostalgia. It's been 3 yrs since I've been back to my highschool swimming pool. I saw faces that I haven't seen in a really long time, and caught up with some old times friends that we're there ALSO cheering on siblings.

It's a family thing.
I'm glad Talisa is memorializing it as much as I did.
It's {a} home.

2] {origami}

I don't know the reason behind this picture. This crane was made by my dear friend Sarah, and ever since she gave it to me it has found a place on the dashboard of my car.

Dunno.
I just like having it there. It symbolizes freedom within industrialism.

1] {bejeweled}

"To hear you stumble when you speak
Or see you walk with two left feet
That's when I love you
I love you, endlessly"

the {activation}

Behold, my purse and its insides. It actually tells a great deal about me, which is why I decided to exhibit this picture first. Organizer, pen, car keys with club membership card attached, cell phone, wallet with the cash, perfume, lipstick, gloves and isn't it funny that my ipod lies on top. The message: it IS a priority. This goes with me everywhere.

You are what's inside you're purse.
So what's in yours?