The Kind of Advice Dad Gives Me That Brings Tears To My Eyes.

"Once you've done everything right, know in your heart it was right... don't be fumbled by others ignorance, disapproval, or negativity. Keep moving on... don't let your heart be hardened... but definitely your skin be thicker..."

-John Silva

My Dad's advice + his broken English = Golden. 

I love him so much. 

The Emotional State of Hypocrisy is in Your Hands.

Friendship is not supposed to be thrown around hotly by emotions. The art of camaraderie must be mastered articulately. Until you realize how important soul is over emotions (the difference between how you interact with friendship as opposed to relying on all emotions), you will continue to run around in circles hurting people and fogging up lives with confusion. Learn what honour is, and fight to use it; don't throw it out and sacrifice your own happiness for it. Chasing lust and using lies is only using the tools of an ignorance and a hypocrisy you have mastered that is now beginning to carve misery into your heart.

Little Brown Julia Child.

Lately I've really been into "french cooking." I put on my half apron, flip open my edition of "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" by Julia Child, Louisette Bertholle, and Simone Beck and pick a recipe.

Most of the time I have all of the ingredients. I've found the French have a way of incorporating a lot of my favourite vegetables into fancy dishes.

Julia Child makes European cooking seem less bland, more healthy (I said "seem" for a reason; think about all that butter! Hahaha), and exciting.

Such French cooking endeavours of mine include Potage Parmentier et Aubergines Farcies Duxelles.  

Bon Appetit ! 

Listen To This

"Hall of Fame" - The Script ft. will.i.am 

Bliss

I can't help but think that when my mum was my age she was in a very steady relationship with my father by now, a year away from marriage.

And I am still a bird at flight.

I have much of the world to see. And plans that I've made.

I also can't help but think that sooner than I feel, God's going to send my special person my way, just in time to remind me that I am not the one who is in control of making plans.

And everything will fall out of my hands and fall into a place of utter contentment.

Glimpse.

Once upon a time, I was in the ninth grade-- first day of high school-- riding on the school bus for the first time.

I was an awkward, silent kid.

A boy one year my senior sat next to me and almost immediately put his hand on mine which was resting on the top of the seat in front of me.

I was shocked. And sort of glarishingly looked up at him; he chuckled, backed off and apologized.

I will always remember this boy.

Every time I see him we always awkwardly turn away, for we only spoke during the acquainting of such a procession.

Today I saw him in the library and we both paused recognizing the other.

I looked away and my face probably went beet red. Even though I am brown, when I blush (which is not often) it is always noticeable, so my friends say.


I don't usually like sharing such personal stories of mine, but for some reason I felt the need to write about this one.

Who knows.

Maybe it proves that my life is at the least a little entertaining. Sometimes I forget about the little things in life. Don't. It drains out the excitement and beauty of it all.

Embarrassment is good for the heart and excellent food for thought. ;)

Sleep Walking?

I do the strangest things when jet-lagged or sick and sleepy. Last night, I sat right up and like morphing out of my dream I began looking for ice cream at the base of my bed, in my purse, or maybe it was hidden in my blankets. I even turned on the lights looking for a box of ice cream. My dog looked at me like I was nuts. Then I have up, shut the lights and went back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and remembered all of this and shook my head.

Like how weird right.

Three years ago, second night in Sri Lanka, I was aroused in the wee hours by loud thumping sounds in the roof. I seriously opened my eyes and said, "It's raining coconuts," and went back to sleep. Turns out it was a mongoose goin crazy fighting another mongoose in the attic. In Sri Lanka, it is not uncommon for such things to occur. :)

All to say.....

It really is the little things in life :)