Month: July 2011
Where there is hope, there is Life.
Today, hope is what keeps me alive, for a better tomorrow, for a better life.
Hope is all I got.
I know the weekend is one of the most popular words amongst the human race. We all spend a lot of time during the week thinking or talking about the weekend. I love the weekend and i know you do too.
What did i do this weekend? Can i really remember? Let me see
Saturday: Spent the whole day on the internet. Took a shower at around 5.30pm, cooked and spent the evning with Mr. b/f.
Sunday: Woke up at around 11.00 am. Watched an episode of ‘Life Unexpected’. I got a call from a sweet sis in law who hates staying alone. Took a shower and immediately became useful. Spent the afternoon with an amazing girl/new mom and the cutest baby ever (Leon). It was his one month birthday and we had total fun.
Point of Note: My sweetest and closest, almost like a sister, cousin is 22 weeks pregnant and i cant wait to see her belly grow and eventually hold a sweet baby. I love you baby even when you are still in your mommy’s tummy. Can’ wait to be an auntie for another time.
Finally: I think and feel that the weekend was nice and thank you to the universe and all those who made it great. Love it.
Kisses n love ya.
As we go through our day to day experiences, we meet new people and they become part of the large network of people we know. In the modern world, knowing people does not necessarily involve face to face interaction as the internet offers an opportunity to interact with people without having to meet them face to face.
For me, this is just an interaction and it may end after the first few minutes of meeting. However, KNOWING someone takes time and i believe it is a continuous process that will never end. I know its possible to know someone very well. For example, i can confidently say that i know my b/f pretty well. Just hearing his voice on the phone can tell me whether he is angry or happy. I can assess a certain situation and know exactly how he will react to it. Even before telling him something, i know whether he will like it or not. Knowing someone i this way takes time and some kind of commitment.
But one thing is for sure, there is no knowing someone too well. As life progresses, each person is faced with new situations and they may change. Therefore, you have to know that person all over again depending on the circumstances they face. In fact, this mystery is what makes the process of knowing someone so interesting. I think it is a good thing that it is not possible to know someone too well.
Kisses n love ya,
As we grow up, we have certain dreams that we wish to accomplish in our lives. Some of these dreams come true as we go by but some fall away and we even forget about them. For me, one of those dreams was to graduate from college and not only graduate but with a first class honors.
This is why the 12th Dec, 2010 was one of the best days of my life. Those who say that dreams do not come true are liars because for sure, dreams do come true. I did graduate and i did it with a first class honors. Seeing the pride that my parents, my siblings, extended family, b/f and all other friends had for me made me so happy.
Wearing that gown and enjoying all the attention i got, was so great. Everyone should at one point in their lives experience that. And this is why my graduation day, is one day that i will always be proud of.
Kisses n love ya.
As some of you know, i decided to start my own blog tradition where every Thursday would be dedicated to my momma. Last week i thanked my mom for carrying me for nine months and delivering me. Today, i want to move a notch higher. I have had the experience of seeing three nieces and one nephew being born when am around and i know that the first few weeks after birth are very stressful for the mother. About three weeks ago, my nephew Leon was born. I know it was hard for his mom because when we tried to change him, we were so afraid of the umbilical cord that we had to call a nurse to teach us how to change a diaper.
Being the firstborn in our family, i know my mom had the same problems. The fear, the lack of knowledge, the expectations from people around; i know it is hard.
But mom, you were there for me, you took it all in and learned through experience. You took great care of me during these first weeks such that i got no infections or problems. You were there when i made even the simplest noise. You looked at me, smiled at me even when my eyes could see nothing and i had not learnthow to smile.
For all this and more that you did for me, I SALUTE YOU my dear Momma. I love you so much.
Image from Google images.
So its been almost a month since i moved into my new apartment and the most notable part is that i live alone. From ten months of living with b/f to living alone, the transition has amazed me. (Please note that me and b/f are still together and moving to
a better future marriage.)
So i thought that i would find it very difficult living alone because i have never done that ever. In fact, i have always been the kind of person who cannot sleep in a room alone. When i was a teenager and my parents were not there and i was left alone, i would either go to my grandma’s house or tell my parents to call one of their friends’ daughters to come stay with me. However, as i grew older, i knew that i had to live alone at a point in my life. And that time came about one month ago.
The most amazing fact is that i can actually sleep, very well in fact. When living with my b/f and he was away, i had very bad nights and thought i could never sleep without him, But interestingly, i sleep very well.
For me, the best part of living alone are the evenings. I miss my b/f and all but i love the feeling of choosing whichever way i spend the evening. I choose whatever movie i want, listen to whatever music i want at whatever volume i want. Some evenings are spent blogging without any disruptions. I really like the freedom of choosing whatever, i want to eat. If i wonna cook, i do it. If i wanna spend an entire hour in the bathroom, i do exactly that. However, i really miss cooking for someone else, especially one who enjoys my cooking. All in all, the experience has been great and the only way to go is forward. For all girls out there, afraid of moving out of their parents’ homes or living alone, there is nothing to fear. Take the step and know that living alone teaches you things you would never have known if you lived with other people.
Kisses n love ya.
Life is a book that requires each person to write their own story and fill in the pages. The book is given to us when we are born. In the first few years, our parents or guardians are the ones who write the story for us, leading and guiding us thru life. They give us a certain direction that they want us to follow but as soon as we become of age, the pen is handed to us.
However, what amazes me most is that we still continue to let others write our story or just assume that we do not have control over what happens in our lives. For me, there are moments that i have allowed others to write my story. Take for example, when i allow a simple public transport agent to ruin my day for not stopping the vehicle at the right to stop. I get angry and walk to the house feeling those
ish ish bad feelings that we all hate so much. I might even break a glass while cooking in the kitchen just because of the bad vibes in me following such a small incident. I allow a stranger to ruin my day and evening. In such a situation, i give someone i barely know the right to write my story. I would have wanted my story of the day to end up happy but it ends sadly because i gave my pen to someone else.
So, why let someone else write your story. The pen is yours, the book is yours. If its a love story you want, then write it. If its an adventure story you want, write it. And just know that you have the power to write your life story. Make it as interesting as possible and enjoy life with me.
Kisses n looking forward to hearing interesting stories, written by interesting writers.
Image from Google images.
Today i find myself in a precarious situation trying to answer one of those questions that do not have answers. I really do not understand human beings (of course me included). Why do we choose to follow our heads when our hearts say something different? First of all, which of the two organs is to be trusted? Is is the heart which gets so emotional or is it the mind which helps in over thinking simple situations? I have often found myself in situations where my heart tells me that something is right but my head (my small head) tells me that i should not follow that route. My mind really leads me into being proud and stubborn. While these characteristics are not so bad, at times they make me loose sight of the real life. On the other hand, the heart usually tells me to go for what i want, at the time i want it. My heart tells me that i should be with someone when i feel like it but my mind tells me that i should hold out a little bit more. Now, these crossroads are so many. And i continue to wonder, is it the heart or is the mind that is should use in order to live life perfectly. I still question me and i seek answers. Is it the heart or is it the mind??
Kisses n love ya.