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Sunday, January 29, 2012

"I go back to black"

Sept 20

I took my sissy to the beach with me today.  I think I was rewarding her for something, but I forgot what. I treated her to some lobster, because she has never had it before. She didn't like it is my way of putting it nicely.

Black & white never get old

 The beach is one of my favorite places, the water soothes me

I made her eat every bite, I do not waste food

 My meal of grilled red snapper and fried plantains was delicious

Tank top: F21; Shorts: H&M; Bikini: Wet Seal; Sandals: Target

Saturday, January 28, 2012

"I'll put a flower in your hair"

Sept 15
PauP (La Boule), Haiti

I finally met my 21st century pen pal (more like Twitter pal). Her name is Maureen and I've been following her on Twitter ever since I joined.  She was in the process of moving back to Haiti after having lived in New York for over half her life.  I lived through her experiences in Haiti vicariously.  I have often toyed with the idea of moving back home.  She lives near the capital, which is about 3 hours (without traffic) from me.  I spent the weekend at her house.  She and her mom were such wonderful hostesses.

Sherry moved back to Haiti as well

We met up with her friends for pizza, drinks and music.

Rum Sour (the unofficial official drink)

Pizza was delicious

I don't remember the name of my drink but it was great.

Jeans: JC Penny; Top: Marshalls

Friday, January 27, 2012

"You know that I'm no good"

Sept 14
Jacmel, Hait (Lakou Nouyok)

Went out for fried food and beer with the coworkers.  As usual, I was the "over dressed" one.  This outfit was a lot more out there than I realized prior to walking out of the door (that's always the case it seems). 

I love this top and although I never used to like shorts, they come in handy in Haiti's heat. Top it off with a neon pink bra and attention getting bright pink lips and we've got an outfit.

This is the view during the day.

Top: Marshalls; Shorts: Wet Seal

Thursday, January 26, 2012

"Uhh my dearest darling, I'm offering you my heart"

Sep 9
Jacmel, Haiti

Yes I take pictures of myself while sitting on the back of a moto (mini motorcycle, quickest form of transportation in Haiti; my fave outside of walking)

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"

Sept 3
Jacmel, Haiti

I love finding new restaurants.  Food is a big part of my life.  I love meeting up with friends and catching up over a good meal.  However I don't have any qualms about dining alone if friends are not available.  My hometown does not have many 'nice' restaurants, more like takeout places.  If one is looking for fine dining, a hotel is usually the go to place.      

This is the Hotel Florita.

The vines were so charming and the natural decor was so rustic that I couldn't help but love it.

I was enamored with their courtyard.

If not for the schizo mosquitoes, I would have stayed outside longer.

Let's not forget my meal.
Avocado/tomato/green bean salad = DELICIOUS

Grilled red snapper, fried plantains, rice (not pictured)

Dress: H&M; Sandals: Spring

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

"There's nothing anyone could say to take this away"

Sept 2
Jacmel, Haiti

Strolling with my little sister around town

Romper: Target; Sandals: Urban Outfitters; Belt: AJ Wright; Hat: Family Dollar

Monday, January 23, 2012

By Your Side

I've been MIA for a while.  I  haven't really felt like blogging, and I actually got tired of running and posing for the camera by myself to document clothes.  I want this blog to reflect me holistically as opposed to the tiny part of me that likes to dress up and put on makeup.  I love to dine out, go to local events and hang with my friends while trying out new activities.  I am also trying to be more honest about my emotions as opposed to bottling them in (especially when it comes to men). I want to be able to express that via this medium. Hopefully you all continue on this ride with me.

(Blog titles are songs that are currently playing)


My friend tells me all of the time that I have to stop being so hard. She says that I need to express my emotions more, that it’s ok to cry.  I retort that vulnerable is not my color. We were talking about a guy that I am currently mooning over. We’ll call him Aaron.  I like him but I’m not sure what to do with him.  Classic story; girl meets boy, they become friends, then they venture off into not so platonic territory. Not smart. I know. I thought I had on my big girl panties and could handle it. I. Can. Not. I tell him that if we continue, it will be difficult to keep any potential feelings at bay. If I enjoy hanging out and talking to you and we’ve added coitus to the mix, why wouldn't I think about pursuing something with you? I don't do well with not knowing exactly where I stand with people. The sad part is that I rarely admit these thoughts , even to myself. Instead I am content to carry on with my daily existence as if I am not losing an internal battle. I wish I could wash the memory of him away with my makeup at the end of the day. I wish I didn't sit and fantasize about how things could be in between bites of my lunch. I wish I didn't turn to him even in my slumber because his arms and warmth make everything better for now.