Home is where your heart is.

I’ve disconnected my Tumblr from Facebook. Or should I say Facebook from Tumblr? I know it’s a public blog that anyone can see, but I would rather show the people who make an effort to come and read whatever nonsense/gibberish I decide to post. 

Keepsake:
[keep-seyk]
–noun
anything kept, or given to be kept, as a token of friendship or affection; remembrance
(Credited to dictionary.com) 

Where’s the line of letting go/holding on to something between you and your previous lover? Is it only pictures? Is it okay for letters as well? Would past e-mails with a specific label dedicated just to that one be filed under the “okay” category as well? 

Then, when you start a new life with someone else, what should you do with the previous “souvenirs”? How would you determine the starting point? Would it be burning/shredding/tearing/deleting everything and all ties between the previous person? Should you store all the items in a box and hide it away in the attic? Mail a box filled with keepsake items back to your lover? 

What makes some things okay and other things taboo?

I have a meeting in 17 minutes, so just a short, quick update. Partipig has been booming online and we get emails and sales everyday, every hour. Tonight is GSU’s Panther on Ice event at Centennial Olympic Park. It’s ice-skating time! If I could turn back time and I had the choice of becoming a professional sports player, I would choose ice-skating. I love the feeling of gliding on ice and the crisp, cold air. I love the white skates that blend in with the ice. And don’t even get me started with the pretty dresses that are beautiful and elegant. Maybe when I get some free time, I’ll take private lessons. Who says I can’t be an Olympic Gold Medalist at 30? :] Anything is possible!!

When life hands you lemons, make lemonade!! 

I feel like people are treating me like this. 

The funny thing is, I didn’t do anything wrong. 

People underestimate me because I smile often. I never knew smiling made me look stupid. Because I’m happy with the way my life is unlike others, I’m ditsy and naive?! When I try to accomplish something, people put me down. As if they know I’m going to fail. Oh, is that right? You KNOW I’m going to fail, huh? Don’t put YOUR failures on me. And just because I’m more friendly than you, don’t think I’m weak. I will prevail. Watch, and learn.

I wouldn’t mind if people who’s lives I couldn’t care less about were talking about me, because they’re obviously getting nowhere in life [LOL]. When people you respect disregard, discredit, AND diss you, what are you to them?