I missed my mum a lot.
I felt so lonely.
I realized that I was so broke that I had only less than $5 in my account, but I wasn’t worried because I knew something great was coming my way (and payday is almost here too!)
I wished I could get the nerve to really confront one of my friends about her bad behavior; it keeps getting worse, and I feel tangled in her web of lies.
I thought about another day when I had been walking to my car in the parking lot, and a guy stopped me to tell me I was beautiful. No toasting, no ulterior motives; he just made my day!
I thought about how much work I had to do in the coming weekend.
I wondered why some people never took anything serious. I wondered if I was a buzzkill, and why I took things too seriously sometimes.
I was annoyed with an overbearing uncle of mine.
I had lustful thoughts about someone’s butt (it was perfect, I tell you).
I resolved to definitely be more honest with myself.
I wondered if I was crushing on one of my close friends in secret. I really missed aforementioned friend.
I seriously wondered about what statements to come up with for the 2T/1L meme
I realized that February is almost here, and that means my birthday is almost here as well
I ate some Indomie noodles (It’s been a while, so this was a very important part of my day!)
I jammed to music by D’Banj, Timaya, and J. Martins.
I spoke to a friend that I hadn’t spoken to in a while.
I watched Brother Bear 2 and Mulan again.
I tried to refrain from choking some very annoying girls in my class.
I wondered why I talked to myself a lot, even going as far as having whole conversations with myself sometimes.
I wondered where I’d be, and what I’d be doing 9 months from now.
I thought about my life.
As you can probably tell by now, I really didn’t have much to write, so I decided to tell you about what I did/thought yesterday!
Nodi nu ofuma.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Hometown Glory...
Round my hometown, memories are fresh
Round my hometown, the people I’ve met
Are the wonders of my world (2x)
Are the wonders of this world
-Adele, Hometown Glory.
I was listening to Adele’s Hometown Glory (I love Adele, she’s so talented), where she lauds her hometown. She seems to be so PROUD of her hometown and its people, and I can’t help but feel a little sad when I listen to it. It’s a wonderful song, and I love it, but it just serves to remind me of how much the case is the opposite for me. I hate my hometown (okay so maybe hate is too strong a word, so I guess I should say strongly dislike)!
For such a small place, such malice and hatred, and just general wickedness seem to come out of it in great amounts. Where do I even begin? Do I start with the men of my father’s family whose legacies are predominantly infidelity, drunkenness, and abuse? It seems sometimes that I get a daily report of some cousin or uncle or another committing one ‘abomination’ or the other. The men of my hometown in particular scare me, and this is why I’ve vowed I’ll never marry someone from that place.
All my aunts and women I know that are married to someone from that place all have the same complaints: they complain of the deep emotional abuse, the physical abuse sometimes, the way these men reduce their worth to nothingness. I’ve had one of these women tell me that her husband told her she’s nothing but a money and baby-making machine. Imagine that?! This woman is also beat by her husband AND his family, and she does all the work while he relaxes. My aunt just came back from a visit home after about 10 yrs in this country. Naturally, she stayed with her husband’s family, and the things she told me they said and did to her still bring tears to my eyes.
The women cannot be excluded from the wickedness pervading this town either. They delight in gossiping and bringing others down. The worst, however, are the ones who give you a huge smile then proceed to stick a knife in your back. I know how true this is coz I’ve watched and heard my mum be a victim for so many years. Some even go as far as going to native doctors for ‘medicine’ to ensure the death of any success in your life. All this wickedness in just a little town!
Don’t get me wrong, there are some things and people that make me love my hometown, but it just seems that we, especially the men of this town, are known for wickedness. Is it ironic then that we call ourselves “Umu nma?”* I hope that this new generation of people from my hometown can change, that one day I can proudly say that the people I’ve met here are the wonders of my world.
*Umu nma = beautiful children
Round my hometown, the people I’ve met
Are the wonders of my world (2x)
Are the wonders of this world
-Adele, Hometown Glory.
I was listening to Adele’s Hometown Glory (I love Adele, she’s so talented), where she lauds her hometown. She seems to be so PROUD of her hometown and its people, and I can’t help but feel a little sad when I listen to it. It’s a wonderful song, and I love it, but it just serves to remind me of how much the case is the opposite for me. I hate my hometown (okay so maybe hate is too strong a word, so I guess I should say strongly dislike)!
For such a small place, such malice and hatred, and just general wickedness seem to come out of it in great amounts. Where do I even begin? Do I start with the men of my father’s family whose legacies are predominantly infidelity, drunkenness, and abuse? It seems sometimes that I get a daily report of some cousin or uncle or another committing one ‘abomination’ or the other. The men of my hometown in particular scare me, and this is why I’ve vowed I’ll never marry someone from that place.
All my aunts and women I know that are married to someone from that place all have the same complaints: they complain of the deep emotional abuse, the physical abuse sometimes, the way these men reduce their worth to nothingness. I’ve had one of these women tell me that her husband told her she’s nothing but a money and baby-making machine. Imagine that?! This woman is also beat by her husband AND his family, and she does all the work while he relaxes. My aunt just came back from a visit home after about 10 yrs in this country. Naturally, she stayed with her husband’s family, and the things she told me they said and did to her still bring tears to my eyes.
The women cannot be excluded from the wickedness pervading this town either. They delight in gossiping and bringing others down. The worst, however, are the ones who give you a huge smile then proceed to stick a knife in your back. I know how true this is coz I’ve watched and heard my mum be a victim for so many years. Some even go as far as going to native doctors for ‘medicine’ to ensure the death of any success in your life. All this wickedness in just a little town!
Don’t get me wrong, there are some things and people that make me love my hometown, but it just seems that we, especially the men of this town, are known for wickedness. Is it ironic then that we call ourselves “Umu nma?”* I hope that this new generation of people from my hometown can change, that one day I can proudly say that the people I’ve met here are the wonders of my world.
*Umu nma = beautiful children
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Hey everyone!
I've been away much longer than I planned; it has been a mix of so many factors: being stuck in a house with no Internet access, hopping from one place to the other, and most recently, in bed with the flu.
I'll be back to update in a little bit...I'm trying to beat this annoying cold/flu with accompanying piles of schoolwork to tackle!
Stay blessed my dear Blogsville friends!
I've been away much longer than I planned; it has been a mix of so many factors: being stuck in a house with no Internet access, hopping from one place to the other, and most recently, in bed with the flu.
I'll be back to update in a little bit...I'm trying to beat this annoying cold/flu with accompanying piles of schoolwork to tackle!
Stay blessed my dear Blogsville friends!
Friday, January 2, 2009
525,600 Minutes...
Of 2008 have gone by fast. These minutes have seen personal growth, happiness, new friends made, new lessons learned. They have witnessed me at my highs, seen me hit the floor at my lowest points, and everything in between....
525,600 minutes of a new year have been given to me (2010 minutes of which I think have been spent reasonably well) to do as please. I hope that these minutes will find me achieving more positive rather than negative things. I hope that the lessons learned in the previous year will prevent me from repeating the same mistakes again this time around.
So what can I do with these precious minutes? Many things...First off, I plan to live every minute to the fullest. I'm tired of feeling depressed sometimes because I feel like I'm not fulfilling even 10% of what I feel I should be doing.
In these minutes, I hope to be a better friend -by working on those sorely lacking communication skills- and a better person. I hope to be more honest with myself, more focused on my goals. I hope to be more open with others, and let go of the shuttered past. I even hope to accomplish the little goals like less Facebooking *smiles*
How do you plan to use your 525,600 minutes? Use them wisely because they are a great gift!!
Happy New Year people!!!
525,600 minutes of a new year have been given to me (2010 minutes of which I think have been spent reasonably well) to do as please. I hope that these minutes will find me achieving more positive rather than negative things. I hope that the lessons learned in the previous year will prevent me from repeating the same mistakes again this time around.
So what can I do with these precious minutes? Many things...First off, I plan to live every minute to the fullest. I'm tired of feeling depressed sometimes because I feel like I'm not fulfilling even 10% of what I feel I should be doing.
In these minutes, I hope to be a better friend -by working on those sorely lacking communication skills- and a better person. I hope to be more honest with myself, more focused on my goals. I hope to be more open with others, and let go of the shuttered past. I even hope to accomplish the little goals like less Facebooking *smiles*
How do you plan to use your 525,600 minutes? Use them wisely because they are a great gift!!
Happy New Year people!!!
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