No No and in Spanish NO!!!
I think it must be a foreign to folks, who thought they knew me, to believe that I am SINGLE.
I would consider myself to have been a serial dater or a serious heartbreaker in my unsaved life.
Once I became saved, I felt like I was always defending my walk about how serious I was. Many residue (former partners) kept popping up, testing my realness with flirtation tactics or bringing up my past like hmm, you ain't no nun!
But those folks were hoping that my new lifestyle as a sister in Christ would be a fad. Betting on my failure and luckily for his favor on my life. Well, I made it!! I am making it and only with the grace from my Lord Jesus Christ can I continue to do so such.
No, I don't just want A man. I want to be someone's missing rib! I want an everlasting relationship with my future mate. But as of current, I still got some bags to be delivered to the Salvation Army. lol
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
My Puss Face
I have been pondering this entry since my two close friend's got married over the weekend.
Like a stratch record, I heard yet again about my puss face. My serious face aka my Mean face aka My Daria face)
My puss face even has nicknames which birthed Brooklyn, Ms Stank and The Black Daria.
I remember as a little kid (4 years old), my mother and grandmother being told,"Wow, she is so serious and quiet." And this concern was really a compliment to my family so I thought yeah keep them happy.
Another flashback, I was eight on a summer vacation in Trinidad. my father entered me into a fashion show contest. My mother protested. She said to my father, " hmm Stacy is going to embarass you? And my father thought she has more clothes than all of these little girls in this village.....she is going to model!
Hence in America, models do not smile while walking down the runaway. I decided I would walk like an American model. I thought my family would be proud. I didn't realize that they had entered me into a GHETTO Trini children contest. With the neck popping and the hips swinging. Needless to say, my dad and mom was not feeling me. I lost to a little girl from a third world country with absolutely no clothes.
I think the official puss face started from there.
I thought smiling was phoney. People only smile when they want something and to appease you...they smile.
So I disliked smiling. I would crack a smile after a good joke but never with a long smile. My doctor once told me you are already getting frown lines on your face....Smile
I was staring at her like huh I am good. Just not planning to smile like a dang fool to make YOU happy. LOL
Majority of the time, my puss face has nothing to do with what I am thinking.
I am usually thinking, hmm I wonder if, I can get that discount from CVS or I hope I am not late for Alex.....you know, nothing BIG!
But the minority of the time, everyone tries to reflect on puss face where I am in another world.
Like Dang, she is mean!
I am not talkative person with strangers....I am sorry, I still believe in not talking to strangers. LOL
I am very shy and a sensitive person. So this is why the statement about my puss face bothers me. Really who smiles all the time except for a clown? And what are you really hiding underneath that mask?
If nothing, then same here....I have a puss face but it is what it is! Now if I steups, rolling my eyes, or a lot of steam coming from my face. Run Forrest Run!! LOL
Like a stratch record, I heard yet again about my puss face. My serious face aka my Mean face aka My Daria face)
My puss face even has nicknames which birthed Brooklyn, Ms Stank and The Black Daria.
I remember as a little kid (4 years old), my mother and grandmother being told,"Wow, she is so serious and quiet." And this concern was really a compliment to my family so I thought yeah keep them happy.
Another flashback, I was eight on a summer vacation in Trinidad. my father entered me into a fashion show contest. My mother protested. She said to my father, " hmm Stacy is going to embarass you? And my father thought she has more clothes than all of these little girls in this village.....she is going to model!
Hence in America, models do not smile while walking down the runaway. I decided I would walk like an American model. I thought my family would be proud. I didn't realize that they had entered me into a GHETTO Trini children contest. With the neck popping and the hips swinging. Needless to say, my dad and mom was not feeling me. I lost to a little girl from a third world country with absolutely no clothes.
I think the official puss face started from there.
I thought smiling was phoney. People only smile when they want something and to appease you...they smile.
So I disliked smiling. I would crack a smile after a good joke but never with a long smile. My doctor once told me you are already getting frown lines on your face....Smile
I was staring at her like huh I am good. Just not planning to smile like a dang fool to make YOU happy. LOL
Majority of the time, my puss face has nothing to do with what I am thinking.
I am usually thinking, hmm I wonder if, I can get that discount from CVS or I hope I am not late for Alex.....you know, nothing BIG!
But the minority of the time, everyone tries to reflect on puss face where I am in another world.
Like Dang, she is mean!
I am not talkative person with strangers....I am sorry, I still believe in not talking to strangers. LOL
I am very shy and a sensitive person. So this is why the statement about my puss face bothers me. Really who smiles all the time except for a clown? And what are you really hiding underneath that mask?
If nothing, then same here....I have a puss face but it is what it is! Now if I steups, rolling my eyes, or a lot of steam coming from my face. Run Forrest Run!! LOL
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