The Hubbub

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2011-10-17T13:56:00.001-07:00

For my Beckie..

2011-10-14T05:51:00.000-07:00

Of Royalty and Spring

2011-10-12T00:20:00.000-07:00

So Spring break is done (long sigh)...gone too soon I should say but oh well, it can only mean one thing. The end of the year is near!!!! Yippee...and that in itself can mean again, only one thing, home is fast approaching!! Double Yippee..Very excited about that, very very excited I must say. This is because of a single and profound reason I would like to call my love affair with the country I call home.

But before I go off topic, like I usually tend to do, let me break down my Spring break bit by bit for you. It has been quite eventful in many ways and very uneventful in others. So to kick this off, my parents are in the vicinity. Yes, the last time, it was just the King but this time he came with his Queen too. And if you thought I had love for the King....my word! I have another form of adoration and loads of devotion for the woman that God allowed me to have for a mother. The Queen is another breed of woman I tell you, and I know a lot of people have A LOT to say about their own mothers but I can’t express how much respect and affection I feel for her. As she always says “God knows His people”, and indeed God knew this person and therefore knew exactly what He was doing when He made her the King’s wife and our mother. There is no other person who could have done a better job. I am not exaggerating or anything, I am only giving credit where it is due, which is not even half of what the Queen deserves.

Anyway, so the Queen escorted her King on a mission here, that I will choose not to disclose, but I’ll just say that this mission was not made in vain, it is bearing fruit everyday and even as I type this. Thanks to a lot of helping hands. This is only the tip of the eventful iceberg but I’ll leave it at that with the vague intention of being elusive and mysterious (something I am terribly bad at- I am such an open book). So to move to the uneventful part of my break, goosssshhh...I have been cooped up in the house too too long!! My skin tone is the biggest give away and am not saying that I am that light skinned, but honestly, I think I’ve gone a few tones lighter since the 29^th. But not to worry, I let it all out last Saturday night at a friend’s birthday party. In a bid to make things clear about that night (and many others- past and future), just because I call my folks the King and the Queen, doesn’t exactly make me royalty (naughty smirk).

2011-10-10T02:37:00.000-07:00

2011-10-10T02:30:00.000-07:00

For Bafa :-)

2011-09-26T02:00:00.000-07:00

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2011-09-22T05:32:00.001-07:00

Ugly Duckling??

2011-09-21T03:53:00.000-07:00

Are you an ugly duckling?? J I know you know what I mean…that odd ball, that weird one in the group or the family?? Well, if you are that ugly duckling and you know exactly what I am talking about, and you will be able to understand this quite well. But only if you are that ugly duckling..but then again even if you aren’t, I think you’ll still get it. Hopefully.

Soo, I have always thought of myself as the ugly duckling in my family. I tend to blend in well at times but still I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb most of the time. I have quite a number of theories to support my assumption by the way so don’t think I am making this stuff up. Theory One; well first because I am the only “big girl” in the family. Everyone has had their slightly “big” days and these horrid days seem to have passed them by eventually, but mine!!??? I’ve been having big girl days (more like years) all my life. Hopefully these days will come to a standstill, and I know I can work on making these skinny days come quicker but I am just sooo lazy you know, and I want to believe my “skinny day” will come (sooner rather than later preferrably). Theory Two; and because I am kinda really very light skinned, probably lighter than every other member of my family, this means nothing to me but it does make me easy to spot when I am around them, not forgetting the fact that I am the 2^nd tallest person. I basically stick out! Thank God I am not a light-skinned short “big girl” because goodness, I wouldn’t go out with them at all or anywhere for that matter! (LIE!!)

(And for the family that’s reading this..no hard feelings please!)

I am not into appearances that much but it is the first thing you see in a person, is it not?? The way they appear in blind sight, right?? So all am saying is that I am easy to spot and therefore an ugly duckling because of it. But then again you know how I feel about being a situation on this planet, so depending on how you look at this particular ugly duckling situation, being an ugly duckling could be a good thing. I decided to take my self-proclaimed position and title, turn it around and dwell in my “ugly duckling-ness”, enjoy it, embrace it and well, just be ugly! And by being ugly I mean just being me; the friendly, crazy, loud, emotional, smiling profusely, loving at times blindly, tall-ish odd ball that is me. Take me or leave me. J

Signed:

An ugly duckling (but soon to be swan)

My favourite ad everrr...Old Spice!

2011-09-20T02:51:00.000-07:00

2011-09-20T01:38:00.000-07:00

Dreaming of Paris.. ;-)

2011-09-20T01:33:00.001-07:00

Grateful for Little things

2011-09-15T05:16:00.000-07:00

Everyone is human right?? Or at least I want to think that we all are. Though lately I've been forced to think that not everyone is as human as the next person, or as me perhaps. I believe in the little things and pleasures in life, things that I would think make any ordinary human being smile inside. I want to believe that the little things count more than the bigger ones, for instance, I am grateful for the moment those first drops of rain hit the ground. The smell that comes from the earth is amazing, comforting and all ways beautiful. I tend to think that this is a very humane feeling that we all have, appreciating nature and its quiet beauty, that is, but then you find people who could care less about it and I don't see what I see.

I am grateful for the little things life has taught me so far, since I haven't lived that long and I know life has a few more tricks up its sleeve for me. And generally I know that we have no choice over the things that happen to us..I have accepted this fact, so I am willing to try to be more appreciative of anything and everything that comes my way. I may not see the point of them right now but I will try and be grateful for it nonetheless. For every tough lesson, also known as a "mistake", I have had to go through and happy moments I have been blessed to have, I am grateful for them all. They have in their own special way moulded, shaped and crafted me into the "far-from-perfect-work-in-progress" that I am today. I know I am bound to find other little things (and big ones) that will redefine this unperfect me but for now I want to share my edited (shorter) list of "Gratefuls".

1. Grateful for the family I was born into. I could have been born into an entirely different one and God gave me the priviledge of growing up in mine.

2. Grateful for my brother. Period.

3. Grateful for new found friends and even more for old ones who still exist.

4. Grateful for a hot shower and a cold pillow at the end of a long day.

5. Grateful for the moments when I am thinking about a song and it plays on the radio.

6. Grateful for a meaningful hug when its needed most.

7. Grateful for every morning I wake up alive.

8. Grateful for that super strength that all women and mothers seem to possess (which I hope I'll find within me somtime soon)

...we turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the very last time...

2011-09-13T03:10:00.000-07:00

Listen to the fishies..save the planet..

2011-09-12T10:25:00.000-07:00

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A Family that Prays..

2011-09-07T03:54:00.000-07:00

To the family that ~~preys~~ sorry I mean prays...keep on praying I would like to say. It will get you further than you ever thought you could go. To be honest, I am not the most upright person out there or even the most morally correct person in my thoughts at that, but when I do get my own family some day, I want us to be a family that prays, not preys.

I do not look at myself and go wow! I am awesome or dammmnnn!! I am so worthy. No one is worthy of anything. It's just all blessings and God's favour if you ask me, and the fact that He alone is in control of everything- I would like to assume since this is what I have been taught straight from childhood. It is pretty complicated to put so much fath into a God you cannot see, but for me, it's easy. He has showed up in so many aspects in my life, sometimes He comes late and at times 10 minutes early and other times, right on time. But whatever the case, He always shows face. Why and how He does this, I will never have the answers to.

We are all sinners. Some, are bigger sinners than others but in the end we all are to a ceratin extent and why The Big Guy takes us back each time, I still wonder. Last week I wrote about how my Dad was the most generous man I knew and am not going back on that, but God is tenfolds even more generous. Giving us 2nd, 3rd and 100 times to do things over, even when we mess up really bad. And man has the world at large messed up big time.

We all make mistakes. Again, some bigger than others, and some smaller in size but all the same, they are mistakes. If God can forgive us, we should be able to forgive other people's mistakes right?? But tell that to a woman who has been cheated on or a business man who has been conned. Forgiveness is not easy to come by and even harder to dish out when you have to give it. But for a God who has the power to replace you, a mortal man, with the blink of an eye (in form of a new born boy or girl somewhere on this planet), who are you, a mortal man , not to forgive another?? We are all flawed but are loved the same by this oh so generous God.

Continue praying-you families that pray, that you may understand forgiveness and give it as freely as you would like to receive it. I want to teach my own family (when and if I get one) to pray and not prey. Pray for the bad to fly over our heads and when it does (and it will) land in our midst, have the strength to persevere through it and come out stronger than before. I want to teach them to pray, not prey, and I don't mean physically hunt or eat human beings, no, I mean attacking those that have hurt them. I want to be able to see them learn to look past things because that is what families that pray together do amongst each other. Look past the bad, focus on the good and Forgive. I WILL build a Family that Prays.

2011-09-07T03:02:00.000-07:00

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2011-09-05T02:17:00.000-07:00

The King and I

2011-08-31T06:52:00.000-07:00

So, what can I say..The King is here. He came last weekend and it has been a roller coaster ever since. Late lunches, early diners and long in-depth talks with him have been the order of the day, every day. Knowing that he is here, just a phone call away, 5 minutes from my flat is such a comforting thought and you would think that that would put me to sleep at night faster than ever, right?? But alas, here cometh week two of my mysterious insomnia and I want to strongly notify the Sandman that I am sooo over it!! I refuse to take sleeping pills, lest I get addicted and therefore compelled to take them for the rest of my life (which could range from 5 to 50 years by the way). Thing is, I actually do feel sleepy and retire to my bed almost immediately, in a bid not to tamper with the activity that is sleep, but as soon as my head touches that pillow I am as alert as one of those many Papal Swiss Guards. So I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering why I can’t go to sleep till I actually do go to sleep. I don’t think I have a problem though my sister says it must be something deeper. Deeper you say…hmmmm…

Anyways, where was I, The King, yes. So The King and I have been spending a lot of forced quality time together which hopefully will pay off one day. Payment being he understands me in the long run and I, him. I am worried about him but try my best not to show it, that’s mainly because I am a giver of tough love on many occasions and I believe this falls under it too. If I feel sorry for him, it will get neither of us anywhere and we will be left to waddle in a pool of self-pity, created by yours truly. The King is ill and now he has taken it upon himself, as the ruler of his kingdom and empire, to bond with his subjects by all means necessary, whether you want to or not. Not that I don’t want to bond with His Royal Highness or anything, but how will I be able to do that and manage school at the same time?? Serving The King is a full time job you know, and school just cannot be done on his time. He runs time by the way, everything is according to his watch. Can’t compete with it or out-run it in any way. Every time is King time.

But I love The King more than anyone could ever imagine and this is not a grievance in any way whatsoever, it’s more like an out-cry of sorts. One, because I have not had a good night’s sleep in forever, and two, I need to find another subject to occupy his time, someone to take over my shift when I need that well deserving nap or to complete that pending assignment or worse still, read for my three tests next week!! (cringe!) But dammit, I love The King. In many ways he is a King, my King and therefore the King of my heart. He is the most generous man I know, spending exorbitant amounts of money building his dynasty on the hopes and dreams of his subjects; he holds absolutely nothing back from us. He is as wise as he is knowledgeable, foreseeing danger before it arrives and plotting on how best to protect us, his kingdom from harm. After my Heavenly Father, there is no other man who defends me and wants the best for me as much as he does, and for this I will be eternally grateful to him, for being one in a million and a MAN among men.

And if you were wondering, The King I am referring to is my one, my only, my Superman, my Daddy! ;-)

2011-08-30T02:34:00.001-07:00

indieBerries: What if Wednesday

2011-08-29T05:02:00.000-07:00

indieBerries: What if Wednesday: WHAT IF...

2011-08-29T03:11:00.000-07:00

2011-08-25T00:59:00.001-07:00

To laugh??

2011-08-25T00:27:00.000-07:00

The Hubbub-my hubbub..your hubbubs??

2011-08-23T02:10:00.000-07:00

What exactly is a hubbub..my hubbub you ask?? Well, think of it as a pandemonium, a state of mayhem. Only that this pandemonium was created by you, born of you, started and continued by you. So this here...is my pandemonium, started, created and designed by me. A hubbub is basically a chaotic din caused by a crowd of people, but in this case, since it is MY space, it’s just me :-), it can also be a busy, noisy situation. I think everyone on this earth should look at themselves as a "situation" of sorts. We are big deals, don't you think?? Top of the food chain in Biology so to speak. So in my hubbub..this hubbub, I am my own very busy, very noisy "situation". YOU should be one too. By nature I am a loud person, kind of proud of it because you know what, that's me and am glad to be me. Some days, that is. I laugh loudly, smile loudly and on occasion scream loudly. I wouldn't say I disrupt the peace, but as a self-proclaimed "situation"...I should be able to leave an impression some place, somewhere. Do not be easily forgotten. People do forget easily, me inclusive but try to be your own situation, no-one else's..just yours.

People always have expectations of you and you always have some of them. Incredibly over-the-top ones in some cases and then ridiculously low ones, and since I just suggested that I want to be a situation, people will expect a situation or something from me at the very least. Expectations are very dangerous things though, but everyone has them of you. Your folks, your friends, authority and even people without authority. Regardless of what I think about being a situation and affecting the world we live in, I somehow have learned how to stop expecting so much from people. Maybe for fear of disappointment, may be because I want to be surprised or shell-shocked at a later date perhaps. Whatever the reason, I believe that even though we all want something from someone, we shouldn’t expect too much, right?? Neither you nor them wrote Great Expectations?? That novel by Charles Dickens? So do not expect from people what you cannot and probably will not give back to them, that’s what I believe in, but then again, do not let them forget you existed either.

My hubbub, my pandemonium, my hullabaloo about maybe nothing but perhaps something today, is about the way I believe we should all be situations..to the people around you, the loved ones around you, even the un-loved around you. Create some noise, some din wherever you go. And am not saying pitch up in a public library and go out of your way to cause mayhem or racket. Just do something, cause someone’s day or mood to change, turn a frown upside down or bring change to someone’s tomorrow, TODAY!! Be a situation to someone’s life..and watch someone become a situation in yours.