Saturday, July 21, 2012

My Miracle Mother



Mom, I look at you
and see a walking miracle.
Your unfailing love without limit,
your ability to soothe my every hurt,
the way you are on duty, unselfishly,
every hour, every day,
makes me so grateful
that I am yours, and you are mine.
With open arms and open heart,
with enduring patience and inner strength,
you gave so much for me,
sometimes at your expense.
You are my teacher,
my comforter, my encourager,
appreciating all, forgiving all.
Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom,
but I don’t now, and I never will again.
I know that everything I am today
relates to you and your loving care.
I gaze in wonder
as I watch you being you—
my miracle, my mother.
By Joanna Fuchs

I wish I could play with words and write poetry, to express you how much you mean to me. But then I realise that no words can describe you because you are amazing. I am who I am because of you. Happy birthday mum, I love you dearly.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Nobody's Perfect



But I never meant to hurt you
I know it's time that I learned to
Treat the people I love like I wanna be loved
This is a lesson learned

I hate that I let you down
And I feel so bad about it
I guess karma comes back around
'Cause now I'm the one that's hurting, yeah

Monday, July 16, 2012

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.


by Maya Angelou
 

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Pms o_O

3 girls and a guy. Conversation flows through music, politics, love, life and ends up in pms. Don’t ask me how it ended up there coz it just did. This is how my girlfriend explained pms to the guy. “rite, imagine someone squeezing your balls real hard, non-stop, screaming RRAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH in your face loud as hell, while you try do your daily shit!” To which I added for “5 days continuously!” he laughed. We all laughed. The thing is men have pms too, they just call it being a man! 

All in all we had tons of fun and I made a new friend. A very nice one too. 

 
We were here ; drinking in front of The Shard 

Friday, July 13, 2012

Better heads need shut eye!


I woke up in a slightly agitated mood this morning thinking “oh gosh, Friday the 13th!” what else can go wrong ?! Nothing really. Because whatever that could go wrong has already gone wrong. I closed my eyes and took another 10 minutes nap and all of a sudden I woke up smiling. 

I’m working from home, the sun is out, long walk in the woods, chinese for lunch, plus dinner&drinks with the ladies by the river later tonite and ….. its Friday. All is good!

So I have been playing this song on repeat. Makes me happy!


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

However long the night, the dawn will break


Funny thing about being sad ; you get all sad thinking that you made someone else sad ; but then that sad person is not as sad as you thought they were ; and they get all sad looking at you sad ; in the end everyone’s sad! 

As I was saying, the funny thing about being sad is .. nope .. its not funny!

Monday, July 9, 2012

little thoughts


Olufunmi by Style Plus … reminded me of the past today. I sometimes wish I got to go back to relive some old memories. but then it wouldn’t be a special memory rite? 

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.  ~Oscar Wilde, "The Importance of Being Earnest"

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Im back .. 2 years later ..


I don’t even know where to start! Serious! The cursor has been blinking at the same spot for the past 7 minutes. The last time I wrote in this blog was 10/10/10 and today is 8/7/2012! 2 years flew by without me updating this blog, not because I didn’t want to, I think about it almost every day! Almost every day I tell myself, I need to find time for this. But as I am very famous for giving excuses (what mum used to say when I was a teenager), my excuse is no time. Bullshit! You telling me that couldn’t find 5 mins in the past 2 years?! Yep, bullshit. Truth is, I was up to it. I wanted to write a lot, at the same time didn’t want anyone to see it. Weird weird excuses!! Truth is my heads been everywhere and its finally time to do something, because I already think it’s too late!

Anyway, today is the day I change! Today is the day I start doing things I want more. Stop worrying and start living as people say. Maybe I shall try it today. I might even like it!

 

*reminds me of happy days