Easy Like Sundays
Mondayitis Wise Words
Not The Same
Different people, different stroke.
I strongly believe in this saying. It’s so simple yet explains how different individuals do things. I don’t think it is bad. I think there is strength in everyone. There is always good in the bad.
However, not everyone thinks so. Which is sad. Because if society saw this as a plus point, together we can achieve so much more. Leverage on each other’s strength.
I for one know that I am not build like you or you or even you. I am my own woman, with my own strengths and weaknesses. I am perfectly imperfect with room to improve and grow. But today, my positivity took the best of me.
It saddens me time and time of how this basic thing isn’t recognized. I have never expected anybody to be me or to be like me. I accept people the way they are without judging, if they don’t tickle my fancy, I will walk away and save myself from it.
This current situation that I am in has proven itself that it is set to doom on loop. I expected more thinking that experience would give it an upper-hand but I’ve been proven wrong multiple times.
Two of my greatest strength are :
- Play pretend
- Selling smoke
However, it is not noticed. My background and accomplishments carries no weight to it cause nothing can be seen beyond it. My award says a lot but nothing to who does not want to appreciate the strength of others.
Do I prevail or do I go back to my own strength and rely on myself.
I am pass the age and stage of life where I wanna be consumed by misery, happiness is key to me. My sanity too.
Ya Allah give me the right guidance and strength to push through a lil bit more.
Good Mornings and TTYS
A rare occasion of not being snappy and bitchy. I don’t know what consumed me that particular day. But I’m glad it is what it is.
I wasn’t expecting anything but an alignment of mutual friends. Many, many intellectual banters and days later.
I just realized it has turned into a habit. It has exceeded the 21 days to create a habit. A habit so warm and calming. No lies. Just complete honesty and silliness. Refreshing indeed.
My favourite part of it would be the texts I get in the morning. Sets me straight to a better day. Best way to tackle my day and to end it on even higher note knowing there’s you there.
It’s scary how I giggle like a child to my phone lately. Been caught doing so by family, friends and colleagues.
You, you definitely did it with the parcel. Hits all the right spots.
I don’t know what to call this. Should there even be a name to it. I don’t think so. But thank you, thank you for reminding me how to roar in laughter and smile wider. I deserve good.
Immortal Beloved Letters
Beethoven’s Immortal Beloved Letters
Good morning, on July 7
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us – I can live only wholly with you or not at all – Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits – Yes, unhappily it must be so – You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart – never – never – Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life – Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men – At my age I nedd a steady, quiet life – can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day – therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once – Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together – Be calm – love me – today – yesterday – what tearful longings for you – you – you – my life – my all – farewell. Oh continue to love me – never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours
I’ve been watching SATC movies to destress myself from work and things. I’m not someone who tears up easily while watching a movie unless it’s a Hindu number. But that scene when Carrie hit Big with her wedding bouquet in anger and how Charlotte looked so angry. I cried. I don’t know why I chocked up. Maybe I knew deep inside I was deserving of being angry. I wish I could but I’ve decided to be the bigger person as usual and forgave.
SATC isn’t my favourite show because I can’t comprehend some attributes of theirs but the four women, their strength and character is rather prominent and beautiful.
The clothes is mad love. My respect to them for cladding heels always.
Mondayitis Wise Words
I would take a bullet for you without any hesitation.
Mondayitis Wise Words
“Do not be like those who are good only to those who are kind to them. Do not wrong him who wrongs you. You should be kind even to those hostile towards you. You should not follow them in their wrongdoings.
– MSH
Classy Class
The lack of P’s and Q’s amongst the youngsters not all but the loafer ones. Such a shame.
Many of these are so rare of late. But suprisingly these aren’t important to many lately.
Such a sick cruel we live in.
http://www.practicalhappiness.com/classy-woman/