Its coming to an end too soon

December is coming to an end.
The once perpetual year is also gathering its sticks for a shut down of its stalls. Then what you remember is that you hardly had the time within those 365 days to reflect upon the days. So you get down to business. But  first you question with amusement how long, maybe days ago you said your happy cheer to usher in the new year.

You vividly recall those memories, more like times you treasure. He sat there. She sat there. They sat there all gathered around a round table. Their happy chatters could be heard from across the street. We were up to our family tradition.

Today, there has been a repeat and how glorious was it that a tear streaming down the sides of your cheeks was inevitable.

Another year is slowly creeping in. And you consider yourself braced up for it. Just like last year which would become two years in no time.

You begin your retrospection in a more profound manner. Plucking information and weighing it against previous years. You're gripped with fear. A tad weakened to go any further but you know if you don't, how else can you prove your love for dynamics and improvement?

So you give it a try. The results alarming. A surprising mix between negativity and positivity. You proved yourself on top of your game in this area, a little relaxed in the other but that does not deter you. Challenges are were you draw your greatest harvest from. So with a loud cry you say amendments shall be made. Not forgetting to dash right to it even though all you have left is four days. 

Dec 27, 2013

Its coming to an end too soon

December is coming to an end. The once perpetual year is also gathering its sticks for a shut down of its stalls. Then what you remember i...

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Beyond the Veil

        As far as Tom could recall,

It was the day of the storm. The trees shook and Tom feared that the trees might get uprooted from its roots. He told Mr Mosley as he shivered from the cold. "I swear it scared the crap out of me. The lighting sent me tumbling down. Heaven knows I could have been struck dead"
      "Calm down son and give me a full sketch of the story" Mr Mosley said trying to get Tom settled so he could speak. He took the jacket laying idly on the desk to wipe off Tom's damp hair. "C'mon, go ahead son. I am all ears" He said while giving him a nudge with his hands.
       Mr Mosley was a retired police officer in Mainland. He had retired just five years ago with William, a fellow colleague and close friend of his. They both ran a repair store together to keep body and soul together after so many years in the police force.
      "It was sunny when I set out"
      "You know I didn't drag you all the way up here to get a detailed account of the weather. Do you mind cutting to the chase?"
      "I apologize sire. I thought it might come in handy on the case"
      "I doubt it would ever be. What I seek from you now is a thorough description of the people you caught a glimpse of in the storm.

Dec 19, 2013

Beyond the Veil

        As far as Tom could recall, It was the day of the storm. The trees shook and Tom feared that the trees might get uprooted from i...

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Introducing Death to the Stock Photo - A Photograhy Website

I recently signed up to this website "Death to the Stock Photo" after reading a blog. The blogger went on about how the website offered her free pictures that made her blogging less strenuous. I decided to try it out thinking that it would not hurt.

I said to myself, "I can always unsubscribe if they prove to be worthless". I crossed my fingers while I went on the website to sign up. About 20 - 30 minutes, I was sent a folder of pictures. In it were ten pictures. I would be sharing it with you but before I do, I would like to urge every blogger or anyone into photography to go sign up.

Here's a screen shot of the website.
The rest you can figure out yourself.

Once you sign up, a pack of 10 photos would be sent to you within a specific category. It is free so you do not have to worry about paying each month.

Introducing Death to the Stock Photo - A Photograhy Website

I recently signed up to this website "Death to the Stock Photo" after reading a blog. The blogger went on about how the website o...

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A New Love for Anything Quaint

         When it comes to designing (Home or a tiny section of the home), I usually make a pick at modern furnitures because I do have a rather absurd belief that they are more exotic, fresh and beautiful to gaze at. This is no other reason than my ignorant self attaching aesthetic qualities to anything modern and tossing an "X"sign at anything I deem quaint.
        As a result, I become blind to anything that has an unusual structure. At times expressing disgust and if I am away from scrutinizing eyes, I can be found cursing. A rather unique way of expressing disgust. I feel shy that I have to share that with you but it is the truth.
        About six or seven months ago, when boredom was eating deep. For some reason boredom has its way of dealing with me. I took to the streets of downtown Toronto with a friend and my sister. We did not have a destined destination and so we were found galavanting about. We were in search of anything that proved itself to be interesting. And that's when we found Putti. Prior to this, we had graced a couple of stores and from the looks on our faces, you could tell that we were beyond satisfied. We were getting a little weary from all the sightseeing. We wanted home. At least that's what I thought until I was pulled into this........store. My words cannot quantify how irritated I felt. I was bemused at the reason why my friend wanted to go in and she could clearly read that in my facial expression. She kept apologizing. I felt bad and finally caved in.
      We entered the store, a little crowded and uninviting until we came to another section of the store. I could not contain the excitement I felt and I immediately pulled my phone from where I had it and begun taking pictures. I am glad to say its here I developed my love for "the quaint".

So here, I present to you Putti.

Dec 18, 2013

A New Love for Anything Quaint

         When it comes to designing (Home or a tiny section of the home), I usually make a pick at modern furnitures because I do have a ra...

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Whispers and no words

No one told us that when 2 + 0 sum up to become 20 and not 2, that our lives would be turned inside out. That the whole fantasy of adulthood would become a nightmare. And while we struggle to walk tall in a world that seems so familiar, that confusion would begin to set itself majestically with a smile. A smile, to see how long we can hold in for. How long we can battle with confusion and navigate our way somehow through numerous pathways.

No one told us that wisdom was not something to be tossed at us but instead, was earned through experience and if luck permits for obvious reasons such as thickheadedness, during swell times with adults. Hopefully, during such times, we realize its time to have our ears to the ground so we can take heed to words spoken by the old and presumably wise ones.

Sep 3, 2013

Whispers and no words

No one told us that when 2 + 0 sum up to become 20 and not 2, that our lives would be turned inside out. That the whole fantasy of adultho...

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You're not alone in this Clueless game

I am pretty sure that the man in the great looking suit is as clueless as I am. At least that is what I like to think.  That even though he might put up a gallant stance and when we do speak, he might be the perfect gentleman with fine manners. He might sweep me off my feet with his chivalrous words and I would whisper most seductively.

        "You are far too kind" Flipping my invisible mane from the nape of my neck.
He might have that spiky blonde or black locks tied into a ponytail but if you ask me, needs a great deal of wash. I can hardly hold up my distance beside him because of the stench from those dreads. I would like to think that such a fetid

Aug 18, 2013

You're not alone in this Clueless game

I am pretty sure that the man in the great looking suit is as clueless as I am. At least that is what I like to think.  That even though he...

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Chat - Up Lines

Hello fam,

So I have this beautiful poster that has been ripped up by its sides hanging on my wall. I was not the one that put it up for display. I found it there when I moved in to my rented basement apartment and I thought I should retain it because of its ridiculous content. I was thinking of what to share with you guys today and I could barely come up with something creative. And so I scanned my cute kitchen looking for something that I could easily prey on and transform into a blog post. There it was at last with its red and white hue screaming at me for some attention. I was reluctant at first like a young bride not sure whether she should kiss her beau or just wait until he makes the first move. I was not one to wait for too long. Erm lets just say in this instance so I grabbed my lappy in haste as I begun typing this post. So here it is. I would advice you to get comfy by snuggling yourself under a duvet with a cup of hot chocolate while you read this because it's going to be fun fun fun all the way.

Aug 7, 2013

Chat - Up Lines

Hello fam, So I have this beautiful poster that has been ripped up by its sides hanging on my wall. I was not the one that put it up for ...

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Am I loosing my sense to spell?

    I wonder, should I be asking myself such an obvious question when I am still cajoled to use abbreviations and acronyms while texting friends? 

YES! 

And I say that in fine block letters if you didn't take note. I should state that the inspiration for this post surfaced because of my inability to spell the word "straight" correctly. I found myself helpless while I continuously pressed the backspace button on my computer.  

        Should the "i" in straight come before the "a"?

Erm no clue. At least not at that moment. I was more interested in uncovering the reason why a pink line still appeared even after several wipes. It was obvious that I had switched some letters around. Well, that's the only explanation I could come up with for the incessant appearance of a pink line. It was then it came to my awareness that I was gradually loosing my sense to spell. I froze in shock as I uncovered this fact. It would be much easier to push all the blame on my constant employment of short forms during text messaging. I mean, I had to fit into the social circle somehow even if I had to give up my sense to spell.
        I am not sure how wise of a decision that is and I am wondering should I be bothered about it since in a way, it cannot be helped?
       

Jul 19, 2013

Am I loosing my sense to spell?

    I wonder, should I be asking myself such an obvious question when I am still cajoled to use abbreviations and acronyms while texting f...

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The solemn song

Hey there!

        So I recently decided to pull my writing pad out and believe you me, I was in awe of what beauty that laid inside it. I found a poem which I had written years back when I was in a downcast state. I decided it would be fun to take a peep at it and perhaps while I did so, criticize my writing. I engaged in the process jokingly because I was convinced beyond every reasonable doubt that it was time to make a mockery of myself. So I took to the sofa, adjusting my butt till it found the most suitable spot to call home.

        Now that I was settled, I begun reading each and every word I penned down. One thing I realized early as I read the first two lines was that I was buried in shock. It didn't take much for me to come to terms why. I realized that I was astounded not because of the way I structured the poem but because of the images that I begun to paint as I read further. I think this is the key thing I am trying to emphasize in this post - Our state of mind structures our perceptions. Hence to put it plainly, I was not taken aback when my thoughts and writing was tilted towards a melancholy state.

I would like to know your stand.

Do you think your mind has the possibility of structuring your thoughts?

Is it possible to have full control of the process?

Here's the poem. I hope it speaks to you as much as it did to me.

It is my silent song of lament

Jul 17, 2013

The solemn song

Hey there!         So I recently decided to pull my writing pad out and believe you me, I was in awe of what beauty that laid inside it....

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Constructing the "Ideal Self"

I guess when you reach a certain point in life, there is a thought that is always lingering around but does not exactly settle until you take that extra step to pull out a seat and observe a quick quiet time. It is only then you are fully able to dissect it and get a proper glimpse of the situation.

I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. Perhaps it is  because I am around that age where my frontal lobe is developing hence I can be more rational about my environment, policies and most importantly my life. Its no wonder I am beginning to detest noise as I would just like for once to sit peacefully and let my imaginations run wild and paint pictures on my behalf or its no wonder most times I am asked the same question
         "Are you okay?"
because I am beginning to relish quietness.

Jun 14, 2013

Constructing the "Ideal Self"

I guess when you reach a certain point in life, there is a thought that is always lingering around but does not exactly settle until you ta...

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