A Special Kind of Double

"She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child." ~Barbara Alpert

This photo taken with my younger sister (shobe) is to remind everyone that National Siblings Day can be any day! ♥

Phenomenal Woman

                         

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me. 

-Maya Angelou

Zephyrean Summer

Voila bellas!

My hair flair is right on ready for this year's summer scorch!  

:)

Sometimes, I Don't Wish Paris

I will let the waters engulf us. 
Let alone skyscrapers bow before us.
This place is dressed for the occasion.
Let them breathe, breathe nothing but us. ♥
-Ken Briz

Dear September Goddess,

17 more days and I’ll be blowing candles again for my 26th birthday. Not that it’s a screaming big a deal, but we all know that, traditionally, birthdays are always someone else’s special day, right? So I figured, why not make a birthday wishlist while waiting for the 21st? Who knows, maybe you’d be kind enough to grant one of them wishes. And besides, I think there’s no harm feeding the kid inside me her simple joys. So, here goes a list of my hundred-to-one solicitation...

• For my birthday cake, I have always wanted a freshly made Italian cheesecake sprinkled with Hershey Kisses on it. You see, I’m a sweet tooth monster myself.

• I may exude a boyish vibe from time to time but an armful of spring flowers (if not possible, roses or lilies would do) usually do the trick in bringing out the lady in me. A huge stress on ‘armful’ okay? Haha! Oh, what pretty flowers do to sum up a lovely birthday.

• Because multiply is shutting down and online blogging can sometimes be (you have to admit it) overrated, I would love to have a scrapbook where I can preserve memoirs of all the people close to my heart, a handy leatherbound notebook where I can list all the things that makes me happy, and a diary to remind the older version of me how life is worth the living despite its rough patches. 

• A pack of Marlboro Red/A badass smoking hot lighter is one of the best birthday presents one could ever give to a smoker. Not that I would treat it as a speeding ticket to the highway of death but it’s the thought I'd appreciate. Haha!

• Now these are quite expensive stuff but a pair of new sliding gloves and a set of protective pads to complete my downhill longboarding gear please? Hahaha! Oh yea, add a leather racing suit too! Okay, that, I’m exaggerating. Lol. 

• Books! Or if I may overstately suggest, a legit pocket dictionary autographed by a famous lexicographer. Say, Barbara Anne Kipfer? :P

• A compilation of Jazz music + post grunge songs in an iPod shuffle/nano. ;)

• What a girl wants! What else? A shopping spreeeeee! M-ma-material girl. :)

• And last but not the least, a Vaio laptop to conclude my grand list.

Thank you in advance! 

Your grateful dancing Virgo,

Ken Briz 

Bottled Coke Shaken Upside Down

 I used to write poems. 
 Of joys and sorrows,
       of affection and remorse.
 But nowadays and frankly more frequent than often,
 I find myself accomplishing nothing
       but a blank sheet of white
       caught in the fervor of madness. 

 -- Disheartening.

 What happened to the juice-squeezing gut
       I had once yearned for?
 What pushed the drive away?
 Shall I recover? And if I do, 
      when shall it be? 


 Finally, I have spun my own web 
       of entrapment to resolve. 
 Questions upon which a hypothesis 
       is therefore concluded. 

 Times have aged and so is my limited experience. 


~kenbriz~

Sometimes I want to go back to the days 

where launching paper boats to water 

is all that mattered to me.