New Year's Eve Kiss

Most of you are probably familiar with the kiss at midnight on New Years. The reason behind this kiss is said to bring good luck to a relationship for the next year and if you do not kiss the one you love at midnight, superstition says your upcoming year will lack affection.

According to English and German folklore, the first person you encounter in a new year -and the nature of this encounter- sets the tone for the rest of the year. A kiss is about strengthening ties you wish to maintain in the future. With all of that in mind, here is how my New Years played out...

It is that time of the year again and with everything else that was going on, I was more concerned with who I was going o kiss on New Years. My entire plans revolved around where that certain someone was gonna find himself at the stroke of midnight.

My day basically started off with phones calls to our mutual friends, trying to make plans or just involve myself in their plans, in the hope of 'bumping' into him. Without him knowing of course, I wanted it to seem coincidental.

With my hair having already been done on Sunday, I sacrificed all my efforts made and went swimming with 'our' friends, thinking he would pop by after work. After several hours of mad fun in pool, with only a few glances at the door, in anticipation of his arrival - he didn't show. Disappointed and with my hair in a curly mess, I was still hopeful. I went home, redid my hair, tried on a 101 outfits -wanting to look memorable of course - yet, I left home looking like a Plane Jaimee. 

I rushed over, to 'our' friend's place -where we all agreed to gather for the count down- just in time, 23H15.

Upon arrival, I see his car parked outside and immediately my heart starts racing, tummy filled with butterflies on overdrive - thinking to myself, my efforts weren't at all wasted. Smiling from ear to ear. As I walked in, the butterfly effect quickly dead within me, as if a bomb just exploded, killing every last one of them within mere seconds, as I learned that he was actually on his way out. To celebrate his count down somewhere else.

Like what the FUCK! 

FUCK DAT!

FUCK my life!

So, there I was, left hanging, deeply disappointed and on the verge of bursting into tears. Took a deep breath or 9 and tried acting all cool about it, like it didn't bother me at all, so as to not draw attention to my " clearly catching feelings" self. Problem was though, everyone could see right through me. I mean, it isn't really a secret that I like this guy or what my intentions were. But ja, I paid them no mind. 

As I solely and silently suffered from the explosion in my tummy as the count down began, I found myself zoning out,  merely observing the people around me, with nothing more to look forward too. Not really taking part in the festivities, I saw, like a slow motion video clip, how a friend's "New Year's Kiss" turned into a rumble and tumble on the floor and it got me thinking...

I realized that I am actually OKAY with not having been kissed at midnight on New Year's, just for the sake of tradition. I mean, I am of mixed race, I have no tradition. It is just an age old belief. I would rather honestly wait to receive a more meaningful,whole heartily, for all the right reasons, kind of kiss. The kind that takes your breath away, has your back hair standing, the kind of kiss that personally sends shock waves straight to my eyebrows - leaving its hairline in a complete clutter. 

Therefore, I decided I will save my first kiss this year, for the right person, for that right moment and for all the right reasons.

Funny though, how the universe works, because just when I made up my mind about doing this, guess who decides to return... 

Like What The Fuck!

Really?!?

He walks in, greeting everyone with a cheerful embrace and just before he got to me, his path crosses that of a plate of meat and he decides to indulge himself first. So my New Year's embrace from the guy I so deeply feel for, played out with a cold hug and a mouthful of meat utter, "Happy New Year's Jaimee."

Some Fairy tale ending hey...

But ja, I still like him, always have and am not sure for how much longer but probably, always will. What I am sure of though is, that I won't be kissing any random guy just for the sake of folklore, etc. The next guy I kiss and the first for the year, will be the one I truly love, whole heartily have feelings for, no doubt whatsoever. The timing will be right, hopefully perfect! It will be the perfect fairy tale opening to a great love story...

Well, lets see how things play out. 

Fingers crossed in finding My True Loves Kiss in 2014

Dressed to Impress

Who do we, women, really Dress for?Elsa Schiaparelli, the late Italian fashion designer, famously claimed that, ‘women dress alike all over the world: they dress to be annoying to other women.’ There is a sense of truth in it, as fashion can indeed be competitive.
Our clothes are a costume that portrays a persona we wish to impose on the world, they can serve many functions.  They can persuade, connote, insinuate, seduce or even lie. A pretty summer dress can have a Lolita’s cunning and a pair of glasses can hint at a serious intellect we might not possess. These are but a few that point to the negative half-truths that throw the positive allure of fashion off course.You see, there’s a sense of creativity in dressing up that must first and foremost satisfy the wearer.  A short, tight skirt may well get a guys heart racing but if it’s at odds with your sense of self, chances are you won’t wear it – or if you do, you won’t wear it well. For instance, someone like local designer, Chakirra Claasen, who usually wears black, will without a doubt feel out of place in spring’s eye popping colours and someone who characteristically wears colour, like myself, will feel like a forced Goth member in head-to-toe black.
We can ultimately only dress to please ourselves, and when we get it right – oh boy, when we get it right, we experience an almost supernatural sense of personal empowerment, the kind that allows us to conquer the world, in the right pair of shoes of course.How we dress is very much linked to how we see ourselves and subconsciously, also, how we want other people to see us. And what we choose to wear is what we want to tell the world. Therefore fashion has become another way for us to communicate. We can’t help it really, in fact, we go to great lengths to make sure the people in our lives and those we encounter, especially those who dislike us, take notice. I personally can’t deny the thrill I get when others murmur in appreciation or even the curb side flattery from construction workers.Now, saying we dress for ourselves when we’re wearing killer heels instead of comfy pumps may echo contradiction. But who doesn’t enjoy the rush of being a few inches slimmer and several centimetres taller when stepping out on the town? Do we do it for someone else? No, we do it because it makes us feel good; because our mirror image winks with approval and our hips sway with happiness. And if men look twice and women take mental notes, well, so much the better...
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Who Wore Who to The Emmy Awards 2013...

It was television's biggest night, the 65th Annual Prime Time Emmy Awards show (22 Sept. 2013)..., and the stars sure celebrated in style

I found myself glued to my television set, in anticipation, as the stars made their way down the Red Carpet, but not at all to recognise their excellence in the television industry. No, I merely marvelled at their beautiful ensembles.

No one did sparkly and skin-tight better than the German supermodel, Heidi Klum , who dazzled in Versace.

January Jones, wore an understated blush-toned dress by Givenchy.

The "Mad Men" actress, Jessica Pare, donned turquoise Oscar de la Renta.

The "House of Cards" actress, Kate Mara, looked gorgeous in white J. Mendel with pocket detailing.

Kaley Cuoco from "Big Bang" looked beautiful in Vera Wang, with matching maroon eye makeup to compliment.

Kerry Washington wore a gorgeous Marchesa creation.

Lena Headey, the "Game of Thrones" actress cut a fine figure in this see-though lace dress by Alessandra Rich.

Julianne Hough rocked the sheer trend in a stunning Jenny Packham creation.

"Modern Family" actress Sofia Vergara was the woman to beat on the red carpet as she upped the fashion stakes in a jaw-dropping red gown by Vera Wang.

I am not sure who Giuliana Rancic wore, but I loved the embellished periwinkle mermaid gown she had on.

Maria Menounos looked gorgeous in a midnight blue strapless gown, but it was really her stunning statement necklace that caught my attention.

Amy Poehler wore black Basler with cool detailing.

Wowing in a backless white KaufmanFranco gown that showed off just the right amount of skin, Padma Lakshmi simply looked elegant.

Emmy winner Julia Louis-Dreyfus wore a glittering Monique Lhuillier column gown that had just the right amount of sparkle.

The "Homeland" actress, Claire Danes wore a delicate backless dress by Armani Prive.

... And though there were many more gorgeous gowns worth mentioning, those were my hand picked favourites. And my not so favourites included Kelly Osbourne with her Jenny Packham dress that matched the red carpet and Zosia Mamet's dress that could have worked except for the unexplained awkward piece of black fabric on her chest.

Till the next Emmy

xoxo

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Sexy is SHE..

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WILDonCOLOUR Party

Namibia's First Every Colour Party.... 

Thanks to SugarKing, for hosting the FIRST EVER COLOUR PARTY in Namibia. Held on 7 September 2013 at the Windhoek Showgrounds. 

Blacks, Whites and People of Mixed Race partied along side one another to 

welcome Spring and celebrate the beauty and diversity of colour.

Smearing, splashing, throwing, running, screaming, laughing, drinking, dancing and playfully having fun. 

as powder paint united them as one...

 

Thumbs up to....

https://www.facebook.com/SugarKingNamibia

"...like the palm of my hand."

If you could describe yourself in just one word, what would it be? Seems like such an easy question, doesn't it? But once you get to thinking, and suddenly realize that only one word, just one, is extremely difficult to settle on. I mean, I have a lot of traits. I am intelligent, independent, determined, passionate, wondering, a dreamer, lovely, bubbly, humorous, headstrong, opinionated, driven, ambitious, creative, eccentric, and the list goes on and on.

How does one settle on just one word to describe the many facets of ones personality and self? I thought that variety was a good thing. I do regard being passionately curious as one of my many self-descriptive words now, but is it a true reflection of my iconography in questioning?

No! None of them are. They are just traits of the person I am able to be. Truth be told, UNHAPPY would best describe me, because underneath it all, when I find myself alone and thoughtless (if that's remotely possible), it creeps up inside of me- as though it has taken refuge beneath the many facets of my life, the facets I avail to the world.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm doing this with too heavy a heart- come tomorrow maybe I'll change my mind, maybe I'm being to hard on myself,.... But, I could actually be onto something - on the brink of self discovery. Because this state of 'unhappiness' (for lack of better understanding) has been the one constant in my life for many years now. It is only now, that I have come to a personal realization of it.

So, as I try to make sense of it all, with a more conscious and open mind, I sit here and realize that I have given to much of myself for the sake of others and in return received nothing but disappointments, left to feel belittled, heavyhearted, worthless, and again the list can go on... The "hopeless hopeful" i considered myself to be, has left me at a stand still for far to long - able to see ahead yet not move an inch. Blinded by the passing days, months and years, wherein I settled for less, put up with way too much and believed that pain, in all its forms, was a part of happiness. I constantly longed for change but if change were to happen, it would have occurred long ago, but nothing.Still just a broken record of my life on constant repeat. Insofar doing that I can actually foresee the future, because things always play out the same way -I get my hopes up, believe peoples sweet nothings and endure the bullshit. I have grown so accustomed to portraying that all is well in my life, that I actually started believing it.

How has my body's cry for help, gone unnoticed for so long? Was I really in denial all this time? Why now though? (this whole realization thing) What triggered it?... So many questions seem to occupy my thoughts now, in this search for understanding...

This has gone much much further then a simple assignment to create an iconography for myself. I think I over-thought this whole thing, because I do have a tendency to over-think things in general. But what now? Knowing all that I know now. Whereto from here? I clearly don't want to be unhappy for the rest of my life. I don't want to continue living in denial. Where and How do I start?

Sigh......., it seems I have just created a major headache for myself. Some part of me wishes I hadn't come to this realization - cause then I'd be able to go to bed and continue my seemingly normal life, but then again, maybe its time to take the bull (in this case the whole kraal) by the horns and actually do something about it. In all aspects of my life! One at a time. Because there have honestly been way to many 'downs' in my life in comparison with the number of 'highs' I've had. Reaching some sort of equilibrium will be a miracle! But so help me God, change is needed!

Starting now, I'm gonna have to learn to dance to a different, happier tone, one of my personal liking- cause as of now I'm Rewriting MY Life Story...