Only for you
Category: Relations
Every once in six months or so the house needs to be thoroughly cleaned. The bathrooms need to sparkle. Everything that can be dusted must be dusted. Everything that can be de-cluttered, should be. Non-academic books must be safely stowed away, and the real textbooks are lying around the house.
Television and computer time goes down, meals are taken at precise hours. We’re up when the sun rises and in bed before twelve.
Every once in six months or so, we turn into hypocrites. For peace.
We’ll try not to laugh out loud or nap in the afternoon. We’ll spend more time “talking” instead. We’ll care about the plants outside, about that dusty shelf inside. We’ll be our best and do what we can to ease your stress.
Every once in six months or so, we’ll show you that we really do care.
Mom says…
Category: Conversations, Mom, Relations
«|[æ·lyи]|» says:
conversation w/my mom just now«|[æ·lyи]|» says:
mom: i’ll tell you a joke
mom: there’s an eagle
me and sister: yeah..
mom: you know what’s an eagle?
mom: *flaps hands in wing motion*
me and sister: no mom we don’t know, we’re illiterate *sarcasm*
mom: yeah
mom: so, what do you call a sick eagle *big grin*
me: my sister 1
my sister: noo that’s not it
mom: ….
me: …
sister: …
mom: illegal!! (ill - eagle)
sister: HAHAHAH
me: o_o
sister: HAHA
sister: laugh asma laugh
me: haha?
sister: you laugh because it’s lame, not (because it’s) funny
sister: -_-Leo says: LOLLLLLLL
«|[æ·lyи]|» says:
she heard it from a green and yellow worm on TV >.<Leo says:
lmmfaoooooooo«|[æ·lyи]|» says:
hahahaLeo says:
thats so cute
1 I’m always calling my sister every possible thing; it’s second nature now.
Surprising ancestry
Category: Relations, Walk of life
This morning, my sister, mom and I were talking about my mom’s parents. I questioned mom about her own grandparents and it was then that she revealed that her father’s father (my great grandfather) was Arabian. He was an immigrant who moved to India, met my great grandmother and married her.
I had no idea! It was a shocking revelation, we were all like “Wow…”
It’s so cool to know though! I can just imagine how cool it was for my grandfather to have a dad who’s Arab, a mom who’s Indian and and to be part Arab and part Indian himself. That would make my mom 1/4th Arab and her children (us) 1/8th.
Or something. The only thing I’ve known in my life is to be Indian… Indian traditions, customs, etc. It’s so weird to learn about it now, and although it changes nothing, this little bit of information just blew me away.
… I was just thinking how I have friends all over the globe, it would be interesting to know your ancestry if you’d like to share. =)
I should completely do a map, like Skye’s… maybe on a smaller scale.
What would you do?
Category: Relations, Walk of life
In choosing life-partners:
Would you rather be happy and live almost comfortably (or not at all) with a potential threat to your happiness - a happiness that may be ruined because you can’t make ends meet… or live pretty comfortably not having to worry about making ends meet and only hope that one day you’ll find that happiness even though you might not at all?
Would you live and hope that by following your heart, you’ll be able to find a way and work together to make a living, hoping to protect that happiness? Or hope that by following reason and logic, you’ll eventually learn to love the person you’ve chosen to spend the rest of your life with?
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I’m helping a friend make a decision.
The answer may seem obvious - I know exactly what I would do - but in reality it proves to be harder than it should be. The mind keeps pushing logic that the heart continues to deny. Even harder when the relationship is at its early stages: where the feelings don’t run as deep but you’re running short of time, pressured by family ties to make a decision.
If you were in that position, how would you reason and decide?