I had a dream

So I had a dream lastnight.

And unlike Martin Luther king, I dreamt about travelling to space along with my husband on a banana boat. 

Now, to get yourself going, you just have to get thrown up in the air (no trouble!). So the journey is long and tricky and it takes days to travel through the dark empty sky on a banana boat. But we presevere. And at one point, i look up and see trillions of stars up above. I look at my husband and say ‘Im so grateful that you are here’. And the next thing we know is that we are starting to float in the air. Gravitys lost (!). Loving every moment of it till the moment is finished and we are back on earth in a dark shady corner. 

A lady in white coat (insert wtf*) tells us my parents were in the space ahead of us and they will be around looking for us. We decide to get ourselves back up in the air on the banana boat lets not forget. Off we go again. Same journey. Same outcome.

After a few times, we end up indulging in a lot of rather unusual but apparently necessary rituals to get ourselves back up in the air. This involves a horse biting someones looong bundle of hair and then me taking the hair bundle off its mouth, circling it and throwing it up in the air(insert wtf* x 2).

‘Are you getting up?’ I hear the voice of my space voyage partner at 6am and my space journey comes to an end.

I will never know what happened after i threw the hair in the air but lets just hope that we ended up in space and reunited with my parents.

The end.

‘You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you will join us

And the world will be as one’

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Life’s little moments.

Talking to a friend made me realise that I’ve been soooooooo busy recently. So busy that I forget to write down the little moments of life, remember these moments later on, celebrate and cherish them. You get so copped up with life that you don’t have enough hours in the day to read a book that you like, do a self-less good deed once a month or to tell your loved one why you appreciate them being in your life. Laziness, refusal to be out of your comfort zone or just plain inability to appreciate or celebrate life’s little moments all could be the reason.

But I refuse to be like this.

Ima start enjoying life’s little moments again and celebrate them cause, quite frankly, life is amazing!

Here’s to life and to the friend who reminded me of this!

 

X and O’s

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All my life, I’ve been way too hung up on playing the ‘X and O’s game the right way, the way I know how to play it. Recently though, I’ve been challenged by a 14 year old boy that resulted in my changed views not only about this game but also about my life in general.

‘L’ is a young man that I work with who is diagnosed with Foetal Alcohol Syndrome which means that he struggles to understand some basic concepts, and remember or retain information. It poses a lot of difficulties for me during session as I would struggle to engage him in any focused work regarding his referral behaviour. He has limited ideas about his own abilities and limitations. For instance, L used to say that he knows how to play chess and when we try to play chess, he would play it like snake and ladder and move things about.

L and I used to love playing x and o’s-the simplest yet most competitive game for both of us. Couple of months back, L introduced this new version of X and O’s with loads and loads of rows and columns. I vaguely remember saying to him ‘I’m not too sure how it’s going to work L, why don’t we try and stick with the old one?’. And we did. Mistake No.1.

Last week, however, when we were playing x and o’s as usual, I got out my last piece of paper from my Narnia bag (as he calls it), drawing numerous rows and columns I said to him, ‘let’s play it your way’. And we did. Score No.1.

Not only I had the best x and o’s game of my life, it made me learn an important lesson in life: Life is too short if you keep on trying to play it the way you know it.

Ps: I still won the game though.

My perfect veil

The wedding preparations are ongoing!

One day, I’m excited as hell about the wedding celebrations, the marriage life, the ‘always and always’s, the responsibilities etc.

Next day, I can’t be bothered with all the commotion and pain that comes with it. Too much hassle.

On the third day, I am scared as hell and unsure about spending THE REST OF MY LIFE with a man!!! I like my feministic approach to things. What if marrying a man kills my feministic spirits? Gee that’s a no no!

On the fourth day, I can’t believe I’m giving up ‘everything’ for marriage. Do I not want to travel? I definitely should’ve got a flat. Oh and that masters? Damn, I haven’t done everything I wanted to do before getting married. Because of course, it would be impossible to do all this once I’m married.

On the fifth day I like my ‘single’ stress free life and I like my mammy. I can never be the silly and immature daughter I’m just now. I can’t share dirty jokes with my sisters. Why? Because I’m going to be a..wait for it..WIFE!!

On the sixth day, is he the ‘right’ one? We seem to be fighting a lot. What if things are not going to be the same after we marry? Am I in a for a ‘trap’? Is he definitely my type? How can I test him to see that he will definitely stick around?

On the seventh day, God created woman, the most complex being on earth. Back to day one and the vicious cycle starts again.

I’m complex and a handful, I put my hand up. BUT, I am also someone who can appreciate things and not take things for granted. My veil made me realise that.

I ordered this veil online. It looked PERFECT on the website so it was perfect. The veil arrived and I opened it up with a lot of anticipation and excitement.

Oh!

Thought it was going to be like a feather!. Its…. Its stiff. It’s way too rough. And too long. No. I don’t like it. It’s not ‘me’.

Its not ‘perfect’!

Tried to look at it again the next day and the next day and the next day. Nothing changed. So I do what every other girl would do. Went and ordered a ‘soft’ veil.

The ‘soft’ veil arrives. Way too short. Devastated. Why can’t anything work out in my favour?!

My best friend trips to help me out. She says I can wear her beautiful Kim Kardashian veil. Say what??? “but remember, its heavy with all the work. You have to wear what feels right for you’

Devastated!

Two weeks later, I pick up the tab again to order another one. I took the first veil out to compare the length with the second one. I hung them up on my door. I fixate on the first veil. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. It’s kinda..perfect? Its long, like I always wanted it. It’s got simple but clean work on it, which is my type. And it is …me?.

Boom!

Text to sisters: ‘changed my mind, I’m wearing the first veil’

Text from sister: ‘mmm..i thought the first one wasn’t good?’

Text to sister: think it just occurred to me that its perfect. Might change my mind though. Lol

Text from sister: but it was like a stiff net tho right?

Text to sister: kinda is. Watch out for a new blog entry.

Moral of the story: No veils are perfect, no matter what. If you merely ‘look’ at the veil, you merely find faults with the veil. It might scare you that this veil is not good enough for the big day. BUT if you ‘see’ the veil, you will see what’s good with it and what’s bad with it. If the good things help you forget the bad things about it, that means that’s your veil. Your perfect veil.

Long story short, I found my perfect veil!

(Gooddd life without analogies would be hard!)

The seagulls and I

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Came out for a little run. It started raining after a while so I decided to sit in the car with ‘tea and toast’ on repeat. There were plenty of people here when I came here but now it’s just me and the seagulls. We are merely sitting here and contemplating life. The only difference between us now is that they are saying ‘me me me’ and I’m thinking ‘me me me’.

That one little quaver!

quaverI was craving for a packet of quavers. Whatever you crave for, you get it! That’s the rule right? So I got a packet of ’em. They disappeared in less than 1 minute.  No idea where they went (!). Couldn’t resist the temptation again. Went for another one. Finished that packet as well. (yeah, I know!)
Just when I thought I was done with it all, I found a quaver on my bed. Happy was I who found the quaver. The ‘cheesy’ me tried to relate this to one’s life in 2 different ways. And here’s my attempt.

1. Just when you thought you were done with all the ‘quavers’ in your life, there appears another one that makes you go ‘why me?’
2. Just when you find that there are no more ‘quavers’ left in your life, there appears a random ‘quaver’ that will make you appreciate your life and the previous ‘quavers’ in life.
It all depends on how you look at the quaver 😉

“Even if you just scribble scrabble on the page you can turn it into wind or a tree if you look at it right” (Quote From H.O.N.Y)

Archie you’re silly, Magic does not exist!

Someone very coldly and confidently said to me, ‘Archie you’re silly, magic does not exist!. The expert was right about one thing,Archie is silly but not about magic. Because, magic exists,,it exists just like the wind, the rain and the universe.

Magic is when you meet someone you never expected to meet and falling in love with that person,
Magic is when you see a new-born baby being born in to this big wide world.
Magic is in laughter and in pain; in the sun than makes you smile and in the rain that soothes your pain
Magic is when you see children fighting for their share
and when you see couples showing their care
Magic is everywhere; it is happiness, in pain, in suffering, in depression
In every possible human emotion one might experience

And of course, explaining what magic is  to the 5 year old who says
‘Archie, you’re silly, there’s no magic’
With a smile and “You’re right”
is indeed magic!

Endless Love part 3

Ok so heres the last part (meh I took long!)
The man I’m going to talk next is someone who made me think a lot. When I met him, he was unshaven, had cold and emotionless eyes and looked very grumpy. I observed him everyday. He wore the same clothes everyday, was angry all the time,  and apparently was violent to staff. It was indeed with a bit of fear that I approached  him at first. Needless to say that we got on just fine. He, for some reasons didnt talk much (may be its because I never gave him a chance) but I knew that he enjoyed my company. And then one day, when we were sitting in the lounge room, he pointed at couple of paintings that were hung there and said to me that he drew them. I went to myself  ‘yeah right, his dementia is bad’ but said to him ”That is absolutely gorgeous, I wish I was that talented’.

He kept on going about this for sometime. Therefore, I decided to check this with the head nurse. To which, she replied ‘did you not know? He is one of THE most famous artist in Scotland’. Apparently, his paintings are kept in almost all the famous museums in Scotland. He had received tremendous amount of recognition for his amazing work and used to train Prince Harry/Williams (I forgot about this one!)

I couldn’t believe any of these. The way he was made it impossible for me to believe it. Nevertheless, I had asked him to draw something for me. I promised him that I  will keep it safe for ever. With a little reluctance, he took the paper and pencil off my hand. He started drawing. I giggled a bit when I realised he was drawing me. He completed the picture but when I looked at it I didn’t see a  picture of me. It kind of looked like a doodle of a 3 year old. But it was enough for me. I jotted something on the back of it, dated + timed it and kept it safe in my purse as promised.

The three parts of Endless Love had one thing in common: Eternal and Endless Love. In Endless one, the man had Eternal and Endless love for his best friend, Endless 2 was about a couple who had Endless and Eternal love for each other…and Endless 3 was about a man who had Endless and Eternal love for his passion. He gave up everything for it and it was everything for him. Although his dementia caused him to forget about everything else in his life, he never once forgotten about what was important to him: his passion for drawing. Due to his deteriorating mental and physical health, he was incapable of taking a pencil and drawing the beautiful world he used to be familiar with. His world was not so beautiful any more. It is dark and that was the main reason why he was agitated and angry. But instead of frowning upon it like every other staff did, I admired him for that. Although he realised that there was no way for him to be like how he was before, he still fought. He still dared to take that pencil off me and draw, he becomes angry with people who don’t try to understand him, his passion!
I hope I get to be like him one day and be utterly passionate about my dreams and passion.
I do not know if he’s still in this world or the other world…but here’s to the most inspiring and courageous man I have met in my life. Paying respect to you wherever you are!

Ps: I still have the pic he drew for me in my purse. If one day, I ever figure out how to + be bothered (I don’t sound very passionate there do I? ;)}about putting that up here, I will