Happy Halloween!

These are my favourite months in the year. I ve got so much holiday spirit (saved up from the first 9 months) that Im almost brimming over! I think it must be in my genes, because, I have to say, my family is the same! But first, its time to dress up, and strut out as characters we would never dream of emulating in everyday life. The delicious magic of Halloween!

I remember a long time ago, I used to play dress up with my mum's dresses, heels 5 sizes too large, and fake pearl necklaces. I would pretend I was the Czar's wife and mimic her stony look in photographs, or Benazir Bhuto completing mylook with the mandatory shades, shawl and heels, Those were really fun times!

So this year, with my brimming over holiday holiday spirit, Ive decided to dress up as Patch Adams. Patch Eve in my case. :) Ill be spreading cheer, telling funny stories, and just being silly. I cant wait!

Ladies, do indulge and tell me what are your favourite costumes and what did you dress up as a kid!

Dash.

ps: I love an idea in Nina's blog to send Christmas cards out to my readers via snail mail. If youd like to receive a Chrismas card from me, do send your address by Nov 20th to pursuingme@gmail.com. And dont worry, I too will not give it out to any other persons or organisations. I just think its a wonderful way to connect!

The Bits You Don't Get from Books

If you met me in real life, you'd think I was contending for the'Chattiest Cathy' title on this side of the planet. I am not stretching the truth by any means. You can put me to the test. I'll ramble away quite willingly given any random topic. Politics, the Michael Jackson memorial, Oreo and cream cheesecake, vintage goodies, the weather, holidays, emotional drama, facebook, anything else on the side and everything else in the middle. Let me assure you I am not bragging, simply because most of the time, youll probably correctly guess that I have absolutely zilch knowledge on the aforementioned topic. Yup, I am one of those people. The one never fails to have a story, comment, opinion, etc about every single banana under the sky.

Yep, I am the soulmate you were looking for. :)

Moving on. Today, I volunteered for a free counselling session with the psychology department. I met my therapist and she said it was going to be an exploratory session. Meaning I talk for an hour and a half. 90 minutes. Non-stop. I really didnt think I'd have that much to say, but I did. I recounted eveery sob story in my life, narrated a few short stories from 'A New Earth' , had a chat about Oprah Winfrey and friends (nearly all of them), discussed the inventions of Leonardo Da Vinci (I am as serious as a heart attack!) and a diverse range of other topics.

But today, contrary to my rattling habits, I'll sayI learnt something. I learnt to say 'I feel' instead of 'I think'.I learnt to look for similar patters in my behaviour in the stories I recount. I learnt to voice my heart.

For today, I am thankful.

Any similar eye-openers ladies? Did you read anything that gave u an a-ha moment? A behaviour altering episode? Do share!

Love Note to my Lovelies

Hello lovelies,

I found this poem in The Time-Travelers Wife and it struck a chord with me. I am only halfway through the book, but I cant stop thinking about it. It is refering to the author's personal experience on losing love and finding himself (from what I gather through my reading on the internet). I am sure you can identify on different levels with it. Personally, I think poem is so important for woment as it might help them find their identity, love themselves,etc. Id like to dedicate this poem to all you lovely readers( who make more than my day!) and I hope u enjoy it as much as I do.

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

-Derek Walcott

An Attraction Formula, Perhaps?

Its intriguing;the art of attraction. We go to a club, we doll up, pick up a pretty dress, put on some sexy shoes and we are off. We smile at random strangers who make eye contact, we are our super friendly selves and great conversationalists. With the help of alcohol off course. A date with a guy at the local cafe? The opposite. We dress down, bring out our most natural selves, indulge in cookies and hot chocolate and really get to know the other person. In restaurants? Halfway between the two settingsI am guessing. All in the name of attraction.

For me, attraction always came slow. I do not get attracted to the hunk in the opposite table or the snazzy dresser in the office. Attraction for me takes a long time. Its when I know the person inside and out and realise, he really is nice and I might like to date him at some point.However, by this time, off course,he has turned into my best friend. Winning formula. Lol.

So how does attraction arrive for you ladies? Early on when hes dressed and speaks nice? When he makes you laugh? Do share your stories!