Black Birthday

All I want is black balloons for my birthday.

Perhaps I can have a black wedding one day, or a gothic wedding... 
But the elderly will definitely forbid me to do so. 

One of my male classmate started to call me "black cat" when we were 13 years old, so the others followed, therefore "black cat" became my nickname during high school. 
Why "black cat"? He said I have cat's eyes, and tan skin. 
This guy has a "meow" or "miao" as his middle name, which made me think it's so funny for the "miao" to call me "black cat".

We are busy converting our garage into a small home business - selling Polaroid films and cameras.

Now my favourite black winter jacket is all covered with white paint (which I am quite upset with) after three days of painting the ceiling, wall and furniture.
We are not the fussy type - we just bought the cheapest wall paint and used it universally on everything.


I must do some portrait shoots with the seasoned wall and ceiling before converting the garage into a white SOHO (small office/home office). Thanks to Kit for lending me his 11mm wide angle lens, otherwise we would have problem putting me in the frame.


And also thanks to our generous owner for allowing us to convert the garage into a SOHO. But painting this 70 years plus old garage is not an easy job - sand and cement was peeling from ceiling and hitting our eyes, faces and heads while we were applying layers of paint. 


Yay! We are opening our SOHO during mid winter and we shall have black pudding!

Black June

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to black

It's a damp cold June. I decided to celebrate June with six black balloons.

With no time to grief, I keep walking, keep walking with my black balloons... 

And letting them go one by one, just like how I decided to let go the sorrow I have been carried for the past ten years.

Black is my colour. Some said I have a witchery look, some said I am a emo queen.

The Satan never stop trying to disturb me as he sees potential in me...potential in bringing a great harm to my loved ones. Instead of losing myself to evilness, I am practicing God's words whenever I faced turbulent in my life.

Lately I am haunted by my boyfriend's pasts. 

It took him great courage to confess all his sins to me, afraid that I might judge him and lost my temper.

Thank God he is no more the person he used to be, he is now a valiant man.

But honey, can you please confess everything in one time, instead of throwing a bomb to me every now and then as my heart is as fragile as a glass?

To keep your dark secret underneath your heart forever or to make yourself vulnerable in telling the truth? 
You will feel the true revolution, if you choose to spill the black potion.