Sometimes, we find ourselves lost, in a world where we do not know what to do or which way to go but eventually, we come across something that acts as our inspiration. Soon, we begin to feel some kind of passion boiling inside of us and we are able to move on to bigger and better.
My inspiratioon comes from:
1: Color: Bright and beautiful, splashed everywhere. A world filled with color is a world full of inspiration. Colors brighten my world. I have recently found that my favorite color in my current phase of life is yellow, i love itbut a mixture of bright colors make me smile.
2: Music: Just put on a beautiful piece of music and my heart wants to sing. Listening to some kinds of music gives me a headache but i get easily soothed by soft rock music. Actually my favorite rock band is 3 Doors down.
3: Love: If you are like me (the mushy mushy type), then you know that love can move mountains. I love my family, i love my friends, i loooove my B/f. Without Love, the world would be nowhere. I also love some of my dresses and some of my shoes too. When i love something, i want to put it very close to my heart, such that noone and nothing can take it away.
4. People: What if there was only one person in this world and everything else was animals and plants. Life would be unbearable, but knowing that there are billions of others just like me, going thru the same kind of things is an inspiration. It makes me wonna strive harder to live a fuller life. It also inspires me to try and make the life of other people better in any way i can.
There you have it, my inspiration. What inspires you? Share….
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It’s Thursday and its time to write about my mom again. However, today for a chnage, i want to thank my mum for getting married to that particular man that i call my father. Were it not for the love she felt and the choice she made, i would never have met, the beautiful woman i called my grandma for the 24 years i have lived. Therefore, i want to write about my grandma today as a tribute for a life well-lived.
My first memory of my grandma comes to mind when i was about three years old. I used to be one of those kids that hated dirt so much, so after being washed, my mom would take me to my grandma’s house so that i could just sit and wait for her. I would be delighted by how she spent so much time talking to me and trying to make me understand things that i could not at that time.
I remember my grandma for her cooking, surely, i want to be like her in this sector. She could really cook and everyone wanted to have a taste of her food. If one person refused to take her food, she would get angry and make sure to tell our parents when they came back home in the evening.
I remember my grandma for wiping my tears away when someone hurt me. At most times when my parents annoyed me, i would start crying and run to my grandma, she would always be there waiting to comfort me and tell me that everything would be alright. I remember how she would quarrel with my dad for making me angry. I remember her holding me and just talking smoothly to me.
I remember my grandma for the way she used to take care of my small brother. The bond between them was something that i want to behold in my relationships. I remember my grandma, as sweet and caring and loving.
I cry for you sweet grandma, but i mostly remember and celebrate you for the great woman you always were until two weeks ago. I loved you and will always hold you close to my heart.
Lets toast to a great woman, whom i will always admire and seek to emulate all my life!!
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Right now my newest online tool obsession is photo bucket. I don’t know why i didn’t find it earlier but it keeps me excited. The editing of photos is very interesting. and the funny photos found there are truly amazing. The only problem is that am no pro when it comes to using it. but i know i will learn, with time and effort. Thats all it takes.
Look at that funny sticker n have a hilarious day.
I have been thinking a lot today about my current wishes.
At the top of my wishes list is a camera.
I have known for a long time now that i have always been attracted to photography. One thing, i have noted about myself is that i take a long time before i decide whether i like something or not. For example, the only activity that i am sure i love is dancing. Swimming also comes close but i would choose other activities above it. Anyway, i think that i should take up a new hobby and i think photography would suit me very well.
Am an artistic person and i think photography would be perfect for me. Therefore, am laying my heart out there and wishing for a camera, a nice one.
Kisses n love ya, keep praying so that my wish comes true soon.
Its been one of those weeks where the emotional part of me wakes up and starts nagging. As noted in the earlier post, i suddenly lost my grandmother and this loss has really changed how i see life. I keep on wondering, if she had not been so loving and ready to open up her life to all of us, would we miss her so much?? But anyway, she loved us openly and encouraged us to love in a similar manner, that is why am yet to get over her loss.
However, for me the question that keeps bugging is whether i should get married or not? This issue keeps coming up now and then. It is very difficult for me to know whether its time or not. The problem is that i do not really know what Mr b/f thinks about it.
What if i lose him??what if we are just wasting time and we end up falling apart after being together for so long?I know i love him and he does love me, but why is it so difficult to make the most important step? Why??This is a two way decision and it is very difficult for us. I sometimes think that when it is the right time, it should not be so difficult to make the decision. So, where do i go from here, i wish i could get some insight!!!
I know those who read my blog have been wondering what happened to me because i have not written in over a week. Well, am back.
The reason for not writing was that my sweetest grandma passed away on 21st July, 2011. It has been a difficult week for me and my family. She was 95 years old but it was still so difficult to let her go.
For me, i never thought that she would be gone any time soon. I cherished her and wished to see her on my wedding day.
But now, she is gone. I have come to accept this reality and am trying to let her go since it was her time to rest. So sweet grandma Virginia, Rest In Peace and may your laughter and great advice guide us as we let you go and start a new page of life without seeing you physically. But you will always be in our hearts, now and forever more.
Till we meet again, So long Grandma.