Vox // QotD: My First Kiss

Tell us about your first kiss. Who was it with? How old were you?


15th September 2003. It was our first date. I was 18, him 19. My first real boyfriend. He was dropping me back off at my car, and when he stopped, I couldn't go out because the car doors were locked. So I turned to him and ask if he could please unlock the door. He gives me a crooked smile, leans over and pecks me on the lips, unlocks the car and says 'ok, now you can go.'

We didn't work out. But I'll always remember that moment.

Vox // QotD: Halloween Costume Preparations

If you are going to dress up for Halloween, what will you be? Why?
Submitted by Auweea.

I'd dress in a pink sweatsuit, stick a small chair onto my head and go as bubblegum.

(Yes I stole this from a tv show)

Vox // QotD: My Favorite Sense

Smell.

I didn't even think twice.

People don't usually place their sense of smell on top of their list (I'm betting on plenty of 'sight' votes) but in order, after careful consideration, it would be:

- smell
- taste
- hearing
- touch
- sight

It surprised me that sight came last (I probably shouldn't have closed my eyes while figuring out the ranking). Only a few weeks ago did I realize how much I relied on my sense of smell, how lovely it smells after the rain, how yummy the kitchen smells in the evenings, how amazingly that boy permeates my every being when I breathe him in. It's a sign of comfort, reassurance, place. It tells my soul where I am more than sight ever could. Those who know me in real life, know of how much I butt heads with my mother. But when I cuddle with her on the couch on those good days, I don't see the world. I don't pay attention to the telly, the cats lay forgotten. Because I'm sniffing the powdery soapy clean scent of my mother, a sure sign that as shitty as the day was, I can still come back home to the smells of home, the smells of love.

Vox // Not In Order

So I rushed straight into creating my audio library without actually putting up a post first, which is kinda like using the loo in a new building without cutting the red ribbon outside. But before I transfer my old blogsome entries into this new home, here is my first post and now that I'm (sort of) done with the audio library thingamajig, let's see how else I can make myself cosy in here.