Appreciating Nature!

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 Is this photo not gorgeous? I love how the pink of the petals blends well with the green leaves. I wonder if this color combination would work well when picking out clothes? haha! I'd have to try that one. So to crack my back into place, I went to the chiropractor's today. On my way home, it started to drizzle and I thought to myself "what a great opportunity to grab some shots of flowers". So I brought out my newly bought camera and lens and took some shots. I wish I new the nomenclature of these plants in order to label them appropriately, unfortunately, my botany is not that good. This is my first attempt at photography by the way, so don't judge.

Weight Loss Journey

Hope everyone is doing well and adjusting easily to the heat of the summer. On the contrary, it has been raining cats and dogs here. I don't think I have ever experienced this much rainfall since I first came here but this weather has been raging! Downright schizophrenic, sucks when you do not have a car too! Oh well.

Well, it 4:35 AM here, I got woken up by the sounds of people on the street (I live uptown and it's a Saturday night, go figure). Since I was awake with nothing in particular to do, I began to ponder upon an issue that has been plaguing my mind for a while - my weight.  Guys, I weigh a whopping 160 lbs. It wouldn't worry me as much if I stored this fat in all the right places, but it almost seems like the minute I eat, all the fat travels down to my belly and my back. Love handles are not sexy you all.

Mine are not that noticeable, but I want them GONE! Like, I want them BANISHED. I don't want to look at myself in the mirror and wish I was someone else, nope! That's the worst feeling ever.

I might not be able to have a six pack at the end of this (I don't really fancy 6 packs on girls anyways), but I want a toned belly and back. No more love handles, or belly fat. Or large boobs. lol. So here is to the start of my weight loss journey.
Oh, and my goal is to lose  20 pounds. I don't know how long this is gonna take me, I don't really care how long it does take me, as long as I see the results I want gradually unfold (no pun intended) before my eyes. I would write updates about my challenges as well as my progress and will post pictures as well, that is when I feel comfortable enough to.
Wish me luck and a flat belly you all. :)

Kay!

Happy Father's Day To An Angel Above

The day I knew I wouldn't be having anyone to call "dad" was the day my perception of the world changed. At an age when it was time to start enjoying having him around and showing him off, my dad passed away. Being without a father is one of the hardest things I have had to go through mentally... and spiritually. This is probably due to the fact that I didn't have an intimate relationship with him when he was alive, and as a result I was never truly able to grasp the magnitude of the love I had for him, and the love he had for me. I only realised this when he died. I remember once when he told me that he loved me, I was way too young to understand how deep those words were, and how much those words meant to him and what they should have meant to me. I only smiled childishly and played away from his arms. I should have told him that I loved  him too but I didn't... and I never did. Not even once.

He was so strong on the outside, he didn't seem like the kind of man who would want to hear such affectionate words, the same way he did not seem like someone who was going to be taken away from me sooner than I expected. His death caused me to doubt my spirituality and to lose faith in people and also life as a whole. His death caused me to develop a tough and almost impenetrable exterior, and to keep people at bay just so that if they left without warning, it would not hurt as bad. As a result of my dad's passing, I almost never wholeheartedly rejoice when I achieve something great because earthly achievements have come to mean nothing to me. Death hit my family, it is not a concept that is strange to me anymore and as much as I pray that it is far from me, you never really know how far or how near it is. 

The last time I saw him was in the hospital, he was down with a stroke and couldn't speak. I knew he wanted to tell me something but there's no way to know what. 

Perhaps he wanted to let me know that life was going to be okay without him, and he was leaving us knowing we were in the good hands of my mother. Perhaps he wanted to let me know that he won't be there physically when I graduate, but he will be watching down from heaven smiling at his baby girl. Or was he trying to make me understand that even if he isn't with me anymore, I was not to  forget all that he taught me when he was alive - all the lessons of kindness and love, humility to the less privileged even when you have it all?

At the end of the day, all I can do is make assumptions and engage in wishful thinking. 

Although I don't say this very often, I DO miss having a father figure in my life. I miss my daddy so much.

Rest in peace dad. 

Happy Fathers day.

Wrapping Up The Week..

Hey everyone, how are you all doing?

I should have posted this yesterday but I was just too tired to write anything when I got home. Yesterday was quite hectic but it was fun-filled, well some of it.

Yesterday's Craze

 Okay guys, something silly happened to me yesterday.  You guys know that my work schedule typifies the word crazy right? It's the single most crazy schedule anyone could be on given that I have to work from 3:30 to 12 AM Tuesday to Friday, and 9 to 5:30 PM on Saturdays. This automatically translates into me having to come home at 12 on Friday night/ Saturday morning then wake up around 6 AM of that same day to be at work for 9. This wouldn't be too bad if I slept immediately I got home, but I don't,  and this is where the problem lies. I come home and either write something or watch TV shows until about 3 in the morning knowing fully well that I should be in bed resting my body in preparation for the next same day.

Relationship Dilemma

May and June of 2013 have definitely been two of the hardest months I've had to go through. In May, I began having excruciating pains in my back and was diagnosed as having problems with my Sacroiliac joint. Although the pain has gotten better since then, I still have my bad days – days when leaning forward to lay my bed would seem as herculean of a task as making a sturdy rock move. I’m taking it all in my stride and learning to take life easy.

On the day I got diagnosed, I was an emotional wreck. I started off the day with an inflamed SI joint. Thinking it was just one of those days when the inflammation would subside with the passage of time, I boarded a cab and went to work. My job description requires that invest at least 8 hours of my day sitting at a computer, which in fact is relatively easy, but an easy route to hell when you have back problems. Two hours into hitting at the keyboard, my body just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to ask permission to leave.

I took another cab to the hospital and then I called my (now ex) boyfriend. If I wasn't in a situation where I so badly needed someone to talk to, he probably would be the last person on my mind. Usually, in circumstances like this, my mum would be my first point of contact but she lives in a time zone that is 4 hours ahead of where I live, so I knew she would be fast asleep.

When The Tampon Leaks...

I’ll answer your question even before you ask… It did not happen to me. I didn't get stained, God no! This is not to say it hasn't happened to me before (I’ll get to that later) but this incident happened at work today. I and a co-worker were having lunch today in the game room along with about 15-20 other people. When our 30 minute break was over, she got up to put her plastic fork in the bin. I was not paying attention to her bum area (uhmm she’s female, need I say more?) so I did not notice that anything was wrong. The only thing that finally led my eyes there was the gaze of a guy who was looking at her ass as though he had never seen one before. I thought it was interesting that a fully grown man, at least 6 feet tall,  could be entranced by a woman who was doing nothing buy walking to the trash and the last thing I wanted to do was look too! I kept on looking at this guy, he kept on looking at Cassie (not real name)  as though he was trying to communicate something with his gaze and finally, after the umpteenth time of considering looking in the direction his eyes were pointing to, I gave in. I looked at Cassie’s bum. Then I got it. Turns out the guy was looking at a map of blood that had formed on Cassie’s skirt. She was stained! Big deal? YES! At least to me anyway.

Bad Habits, Anyone?

As a young adult who is female, there are some things I just don’t talk about in public. These things are my little secrets that I laugh to myself about when I am lathering up in the bathtub, or just laying on my bed in the company of myself. I mean, come on now! I couldn’t possibly walk up to Jane with a big grin on my face, announcing the fact that I DO pick my nose. If that ever happened, it would come with a lot of issues and scenarios that I cringe when I so much as imagine them.

First, I’d have to bear the look of disgust she’d shoot me once I let those words “pick” and “nose” out. According to Jane’s rules, those two words have no business being in the same sentence. Second, I’d have to give a very detailed explanation about why I even engage in such a filthy habit, and as if that was not enough, I’d have to stress the fact that this is not a habit I engage in all the time, I only do it sometimes. By doing these, I again stand the risk of sounding very unbelievable so why bother? Like SweetBrown would say,Aint nobody gat time for dat.