Not by blood, but by many years of a wonderful friendship with my best friend in this wide world. My Best Friend Sibtey bhaiz is blessed with beautiful Angel girl and I am very much excited to hug her.As she is first nex-gen of our friendship credentials, crazy right? I know that the father are going to be wonderful parents and will help them both grow into stronger, mature, people.Sibtey bhai's has never put himself first, He is always helping and caring for others, I'm so glad that it is finally time that he will care for himself and the little bun in the craddle. I cant wait to walk this road with his baby angel. Bhai I am here, by your side, every step of the way, I hope you know that. I love you.
.......to a precious BABY GIRL!!!! Today was the big day, of finding out best friends baby. I am just thrilled to death in happinees that he is having exactly what he wanted, a beautiful, precious baby girl. and I am honored to be an uncle of this angel as this tender age , to share that experience with you is wonderful. I almost let out tears once, but go me, I held them back. I couldnt wait to find out how they pampering baby and now I am very inquisitive to know the name to be christened.
Knowing there is a girl props also helps tons in the planning of the baby shower,i expect from these parents to nurture there roots with loads of love and warmth, they must have a whole, seperate, folder in "My Favorites" with pictures, websites, and lots of fun ideas, now its time to start the other topic, cause we all know she will be a beautiful one for the new spoiled princess headed our way.
When a baby enters this world,
into your life
A baby can make you forget your
worries and strife.
It really doesn't matter whether
it's a girl or a boy
A baby will melt your heart and bring you joy!
So shower a baby with love,
every single day.
Show a baby you
For with a blink of an eye, time truly care-
there's so many ways.
will fly out the door-
and your precious baby, won't
be a baby anymore!!
I love you beautiful baby GIRL...........Thanx a ton to you and CONGRUTULATIONs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Odd things happen to me in my life- and surprising lessons too,sometimes........
Not long ago , i have been to clothing material shop with my Fashion designer friend.I had lobbied hard to get a seat so i'd have little more things to check out as the entire space were filled with women.
In a fraction of second,one man came up with cup sorta thing made up of fabric,it was just giving a feeling of swine-flu mask to me...
Lucidly,i picked up and tried fighting to fix on my mouth.I was obviously conducting a stress test on that cup,assessing how to fix as a mask coz there was no band or strap to tie.People in the shop especially women fixed with a furious stare as if i am challenging her all and my designer buddy gasped,pointed at me and blurted "it is for ball not for you". I was stunned by his comment and suddenly i figured out photographs of gorgeous lady sporting BRA on the wraps of that cup.
Silently,agreed what my friend was trying to convince without any notions or gesture,i banged that stuff on the counter,Embarrassment was high on peak,i didnt tried to gaze at women's weary eyes around me and quietly i left the shop.
"Most things in life are moments of pleasure and a lifetime of embarrassment; BRA-ography is a moment of embarrassment and a lifetime of pleasure.”
It's Friday afternoon and I've been overcome with a mix of feelings: guilt, loneliness, and romance. (Most importantly, romance.)
Plz come forward i am missing you today. Maybe it's because I've recently seen Nothing Hill, or it's that I've been listening to Leona Naess, who I might add can make you feel emotional in an instant, (If you haven't heard of her, be sure to start with Lazy Days, Shiny on the Inside, and Sunny Sunday.) or maybe it's the gloomy weather that's bringing up these emotions to the surface, (or maybe the combination of the three) but somehow, I just needed to get away from it all.
After watching way too much trashy., (as Leona puts it) I chose to hide away in my bedroom, windows shut and covered in blankets. Some might say this is a pathetic way to live, shutting yourself off from the world by going into hiding in your room, but to me, it's not only comfortable, I feel it's very well-deserved. I'm less than a third on reading/looking about others and something that had an effect on me: "Reality rarely lives up to the romance." Sad, but true. Life is hard, sometimes excruciating. I think it's only natural that sometimes we willingly choose to cut ourselves off from the sad, exhausting reality that is life. In fact, I don't even know why I'm trying to justify this, because it's perfectly normal. Since I can't pause life, all I basically did was change the channel. Everyone does this. Everyone gets sick of life, at some point in their lives. Why else do we blog?
Lived right smack in the middle of a roller coaster. I mean, imagine that for a second. Living with fantasy all the time, suspended from reality (sometimes literally) 24/7? I mean, in retrospect, that's probably partially the reason why people ended up being such a neurotic and pessimistic character, but having that immense playground to yourself whenever you want, being detached from reality and not having a care in the worldI know I've blogged before about how I'm so glad about finally being an adult and grown-up and mature. It's just that I guess when things don't go a certain way, when people disappoint you, when you're just sick of it all, you just want to cover yourself up and somehow, underneath those covers, you hope, that once you put the covers down, it'll all be better. It's like that peek-a-boo game that you play when you were a kid, you don't know it's gonna be the same face behind those hands, but somehow, you hope, once those hands are down, it'll all get better.
I guess this is just another bump in the road, and we all have our own ways of dealing with them. Some people choose to face it head on, some decide to shy away from it, I, on the other hand, chose to live on my own terms, and pretend it never happened....
There's Always Something.....
Why is it that even though we have great, exciting things happening in our lives that are cause enough to make us happy, there's always that one aspect we haven't quite achieved, no matter how small, that makes us question ourselves?
For instance, I just had the most mature and cathartic discussion with my parents, involving my coming out of the closet. It felt really good that when I told them, they accepted me, wholly, for the first time, for who I really am. As great a cause for celebration as this should be, I have to say that it's tainted, almost overshadowed, by that feeling in the back of my head, that knowing that someone out there (two, in fact) harbor adverse feelings toward me. One of them is a stranger with no sense of humor and the other, a close friend, who chooses to hold on to a petty grudge.
As of this moment, I have mixed feelings about myself. On the one hand, I feel validated and loved by my parents who chose me over their beliefs and principles. On the other, I feel lacking and inadequate because of the strong words of a complete stranger and because of the absence of words from a friend.
I read a quote once that said something like, "Life is a work-in-progress. The moment we stop struggling is the moment we stop having a reason to keep going." If I chose to live by this quote, it would be natural then to have these small battles going on inside of me constantly. But is it wrong for me to aspire to have everything working for me? To have everything that I ever wanted? Is true happiness that hard to obtain? Or is it even attainable at all?
It’s been a long time.
I started this blog in July 2009, when i was almost alone. I was lonely, living in the middle of nowhere, with no adult conversation.
I am positive that blogging saved my sanity, more than once.
This little space, it’s been my safe haven. My place to hide, a dumping ground, somewhere to write out my thoughts and stresses, deal with them and move on.
When I started,obviously I had no readers, except one friend Asmi. For months, no one was reading here, Im looking forward to participate in NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). I picked up a few readers over the course and i think n i am sure that my friend keep up my expectations.
Blogging is fluid. I’ve gained ample of readers and I’ve lost readers, aside from my regular commenters, I have no idea who reads here anymore. I’ve got less time to comment now, although I’ve probably got more blogs in my reader. Nowadays I blog and I enjoy every second of it, even some of my friends are sure that I’m ‘doing it wrong.’
It’s funny, I still check my Feedburner numbers most nights to see how many subscribers I have (in the scheme of things, not very many) and I will check my stats and referrals to see where people are coming from, at least once a day. Some things never change, and my obsession with stats is one of them.
I think, after all this time that things are starting to fall into place for me.
I’m a little late I know.I will be alwayz heartily thankful who sincerely, dutifully and unprofitably reads my screams!!!!
Who is your favourite blogger (while I’ll be thrilled if you say me, I know that it’s not true across the board, so be honest) and who was your first blog read?
I have a tendency to talk like I think. We may all do that. But what I mean is that I am virtually incapable of speaking straight to the point. I tend to talk a lot around the main point of what I am trying to say, eventually getting closer to what I am really meaning to say. Sometimes I am not even sure what it is I'm trying to say, but the person I'm talking to has a way of stating the exact thought or feeling I'm attempting to share that just brings it clearly into the light! I use a lot of words, but it's usually so simple.
I think the reason is that when I talk or learn something, I tend to want to know the what, followed by the why, an explanation for whatever I've been told. Plus I like to be prepared and knowledgeable in case when I relay that information to another, I am ready to answer any questions asked of me. (Like what I have to do for my job, not in the sense of spreading gossip.)
The reason I bring this up is I'm noticing it is sort of a bit of a dilemma. I talk to people on the phone all day, answering their questions. It's one thing to give them a correct answer, it is another to understand WHY things are the way they are and I just have a hard time articulating a clear, concise response when a someone asks WHY such and such has happened.
Oh well, I am aware, I will continue to try to work on it, I don't know if it is possible to change the way I think....but I'll try to learn to communicate more efficiently!! Sometimes I think I just need to slow down, think before I speak - I'm definitely a verbal/external processor!
Do you believe in what people call ‘soulmates’? I, for one, do not.
I’ve been told my way of looking at love is cynical but I don’t think
so. I believe that a person call fall in love with anyone, given the
timing is right. People fall in and out of your life, I don’t believe
in destiny, things happen for no reason and you are left to try to
control it - although you know you can’t. I only try to convince myself
things are meant to be when something negative happens. But in the end,
I don’t think it works like that.
My friends are not my friends
because they are better than other people - I’ve learned to love them
by being around them and getting to know them. If I spent time with
most people, granted they weren’t extremely rude and had no interest in
me, I could probably love them just as much as I love my friends now.
But somethings I find harder to explain, like the way you can meet people who just feel right
for you. But then again, this might also be coincidence - and timing.
But it is all so very shallow. I wish I could look at people and
oversee their physical appearance. But of course that’s not possible.
But if it was, I really wonder what I’d see.
But do not mistake me, if there is something I believe in it is love.
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