Celebration Time xXx

A celebration is engaging and participating in an act of festivities in a particular or specific event or place of residence. To celebrate is an acknowledgement of a link or belief in the act in which is being celebrated.

I have had the most amazingly perfect and completely happy day that I ever remember happening for as far back as I can recall. This day has replayed itself on several occaisions in several different situations and structures in the last few months or so. It is the simple things that make those days perfect. It is the simple things that stay with me.

An unexpected and sudden run, carried back in the lightly falling snow.

Tears running down your face through an undesired outcome in a film or book, met by a kiss and a loving and firm hug.

Romance.

Love.

Happiness.

I am floating around on cloud nine. My mission is to corrupt the world and make it fall in love... Even though it is dangerous and can hurt... It is the most honest, brave and amazing feeling in the entire world.
Ta-rah!
Love CBC xxx

Just My Luck

I forget sometimes how good my life has been. I mean, it's natural for teenagers and young adults to feel hard done by. It's natural for people to feel they've been dealt a terrible hand in life. However, I look back over what I've done and all that I've seen and I realise, I've been very lucky.


I've traveled to Spain three times; to two different areas. The North and South of Spain.

The South was very hot and was bathed in sunshine all the time; at night time the air was still very humid. There were various beaches and gorgeous shores. It was dotted with glorious visions and sites of perfection....
... The North was also very breath-taking to visit. It was covered with trees and wildlife. It was mountainous and provoked adventure and courage to all who were there.


I've also had a fantastic trip to France. I attended with my school and so had a full agenda during this trip and it truly was an amazing experience. Thanks to the college we managed to view some of the tourist sites as well as some less well known places.

So, I know I'm privileged. I know I've had a lot of memories and experiences that I should be very grateful for.
I have a brilliant family. A vast family. A happy family life. I have the best boyfriend I could imagine and the most caring and sentimental freindships I  could ever hope for. I'm a college student going into her third year and doing well. How could someone with so much going for them complain? How could I, not be smiling; not be happy; not be joyful to the world?

 Just a happy rant. ^.^ Ta-rah!
Love CBC xxx

Whipped like Butter xXx

We see it in films and novels often enough. The type of courageous act that many people do without thought, without realising the repercussions of it. The type of moment that, to a girl, is easy to pull forward through the folds of time and mark as the beginning.

It has many names to show this realisation; whipped, taken, in love. It is a gesture that brings forth many different oxymorons. The part in your life when you put a juxtaposition on time and faith. The spontaneity of a well thought out plan.

Something that doesn't weigh much, feeling heavier than any other peice of jewelry because of it's meaning; the hidden messages it holds - I love you; i'm yours; you mean this much to me. The moments that can either make or break you - physically or psychologically.

POEM ^.^

A Necklace Hangs,
Keeping Me Bound,
Alone I Am Lost,
With You - I Am Found.

Our Initials Welcome,
For All To See,
A Ring Proudly Shown,
Binding You To Me.

Three Words On My Lips,
A Question In The Air,
A Life Time It Took,
To Show You I Care.

As You Leant Closer, You Already Knew,
That I Would Say "I Love You".

*Original by CBC (TM)

Anyway, I'm off now. Ta-rah!
Love CBC xxx

A Welcome Lover xXx

There is a point in your life in which you face your younger self; it is the moment in which you either turn your life around and grow up or remain naive and, to a perceptional outsider, younger for a little while longer. This moment can occur when doing anything. However, you can be certain that it will come. Fact.

Another fact would be the pain it takes to realise that you are in fact happy. You will always panic when this happens because, in this ecstatic realisation comes your worst fears. In the shape and form of happiness, you have somehow left yourself open, flawed and easily hurt.

With this in mind, I have entered into the most outwardly damning, yet, eternally happy relationship that I have ever seen - let alone been a part of. I reccomend throwing caution to the wind ... sometimes it's worth every insecurity it brings. Especially if it involves Him. <3 Goodnight Bloggers.
Ta-rah! Love CBC ^.^ xxx

Upon Entering Utopia...

Out of Place.
You guide your hand,
To trace my face
- A foreigner learning new land.

Out of Time.
A new rhythm to learn.
New passions - "I burn,"
New dreams - "I pine,"

Hope. "I Perish".
We can not falter.
You sail, almost feverish,
along my resistant water.

You've brought life to my cold and lonely heart,
without you, I'd have fallen from the start.
Original by CBC (TM)

Ta-rah!
Love CBC! <3 xxx

The Dream Of An Angel.

I heard him laugh

and I fell back in time.

Remember Sunday mornings,

back when he was mine...?

"Names softly spoken,

Sweet, chidding comments,

Re-occuring jokes,

My heart lay broken..."

Filling the space,

You're now here.

My defences,

Padlocked and safe,

Or so I thought,

Has lost me my faith.

I'm stuck,

In jeopardy,

Forbidden lips,

Singing a sweet, yet unheard-of melody.

I heard him laugh,

And the world fell away,

He told me we'd last a lifetime,

But smirked when I begged him to stay.

"His smile bought me to tears,

His tears brought me pain,

It made me hope and pray and dream,

Of being his again."

Reminiscent on the past,

You guided me through.

Helped me pick myself up,

Only to lose my heart again,

Only this time to you.

Yet, I know I do not care for him,

As I once did,

I miss what we were,

The simplicity of our relationship.

Is there such a thing?

As a true soul-mate.

A friend I've loved for many years,

Now recipricates...

If Angels are real,

And miracles can happen...

If cold people learn to feel,

And hearts can have transactions...

Why should the two of us;

Lose the dream,

Lose the chance,

Of redemption and happiness

For others jealousy and lonliness.

If we could just be us,

Without having to hide,

Cheat, lie or persuade.

Without all the fuss,

We could be...

Heavenly.. <3

Original Poem By CBC! (TM)

Ta-Rah! ^.^

Love CBC xxx

Letters to You...

To Her; I just can't handle this. I miss talking to you all the time. I miss going for our walks. I miss your random humour. Laughing about each other. Parties with you. Our goony accents. Writing stories with you. Just everything we usually do together. Now it seems that we can no longer find any common ground.


I'm losing you and I knew it would happen as soon as you found out. That's why I waited so long to tell you. To me, it was like signing off on our friendship. That's what I hated. That the two of you somehow made a show of my life and put everything into categories.

Then the blames falls to me... Even though I had no intention of falling into the middle of your sardonic and sadistic love triangle.

To Him; I believe.. despite my recent attachment with you, that the two of you are most probably destined for each other. That your worlds will always intertwine, That I will not have the slightest chance of staying in your heart because, at the end of the day, she was your first love and your one and only. Just as you are for her.

You split up because you deny it and you try and hide your constant pulling sensation towards her. Which is undeniable. You are both drawn to each other. It is inevitable and unexplainable. Also, it is a pity.

I truly do love you both, in different ways. I just hate the thought of losing either of you in any shape or form. I hope I do not have to... Ta-rah...
Love CBC xxx