Three things I’m grateful for

This is from Data tater and originally from Nerd in the brain websites. Although it’s not a Thursday, I’d thought after a pretty serious post, It’s time to be grateful for what I have. The last post was serious, this may get a bit soppy.

Three things I’m grateful for:

  1. My family

This includes my extended family, my friends and my brother. Technically, we are one big family because we are brothers and sisters through Christ. But I am grateful specifically for the loved ones that I have around me. I couldn’t survive because I’d go serious-crazy* without anyone around, with only strangers in the world.

*I am crazy anyway but it’s nothing serious.

2. My laptop

My laptop has all my stories and it has the internet and it was the first big buy I’ve ever done.

3. Chocolate

I love chocolate. I’m eating a peanut butter flavored Lindt chocolate right now for the sake of it.- and because it’s melting in its wrapper, on my desk.

Now, these three things don’t always make me smile (especially the first one), but they are all important to me in some way. I am grateful to each and every one of my family members, my brother, my sisters, my mum, and my cousins as well. I’m grateful for the friends I have, that I’m not mixed in with the wrong crowd nor have I ever been. Grateful, that I can finally get a laptop with my mum’s OK.

So there you have it. Feel free to do a “Three things Thursday” post or even comment down below about three things that make you smile and/or are grateful for. It’s a trend.

Young At Heart

This prompt was from the “Daily word prompt” blog and suggested by Krista. I’m going to just answer the questions as truthfully as I can. I hope I won’t sound confusing. I am writing and answering these questions in a time where my siblings and I are selling a flat that belongs to all of us and we’re going to have a meeting tomorrow basically about money. So, I am writing this, keeping what’s been happening in my personal life in mind. Warning: this is a bit dark and serious.

What are your thoughts on aging?

As we grow older, we get more involved in money. And the more involved we are, the more we spend, the more the debt pile adds up. By the time we are thirty, we have either said it at least once or agree to it that; “We could all do with a little bit more money”. You wouldn’t say no to free money. Just like how a food enthusiast wouldn’t say no to dessert, or how a kid wouldn’t say no to candy on Halloween (or on any day, really).

Aging can be difficult especially the thought of it. But with aging comes power. The power to be mature enough to make life decisions and hard decisions. And with power comes responsibility. We learn, we grow, we adapt, we die. We start again.

How will you stay young at heart as you get older?

My first response is “Do I really want to be young at heart? The young take no responsibility over their actions. They are impulsive and know nothing. It’s all fun and games to them.”

Yes, I still want to have fun, meet up with my friends, watch a movie and do all those things that we tend to do more often when we’re in our twenties and have the “World is an Oyster” analogy served on a silver platter straight to our hands.

But I also want to think straight and be at the point where I can make life choices and hard decisions and make the right choice, listen to the right group of people. We all make mistakes, and I am admittedly not that old yet (although I’ve had a ‘mid life crisis’ twice in my life), but I’m hoping that when I am older, I won’t make the same mistakes twice, that I won’t forget life lessons as easily as I do now.

In saying this, I know some old people who should really lighten up. I have an uncle who embarrasses his daughter but he’s the coolest and bestest uncle ever. He’s a 50 something year old man who looks like he’s thirty, who acts like he’s in his early twenties. Just by looking at him, I can see that he is young at heart. Sometimes, he talks about cars, and I’m like, yawn, but even from a distance, he’s someone who I admire and look up to a lot.

I’d like to end this prompted-post with a saying that I read once on my sister’s 21st birthday card; “Growing old is mandatory…Growing up is optional.”


Unplugged record: 5 days

Bloggers, Unplugged

5 days straight. Saturday to Christmas Eve. The first few days, being unplugged from my laptop was actually unintentional. I think I was sleeping in that time. But on the third day, I ‘woke up’ and I suddenly had an itch that just grew with each passing day.

I thought; “How am I going to write my story now?”. I worried about my blog. I fretted over my emails. But the thing I think I really missed the most was the music. It was you tube and maybe even Spotify. I missed music.

As the days went by without using my laptop, I thought of the prompt, Bloggers, Unplugged, and I mused over the question: How do you know when it’s time to unplug?

I certainly didn’t think it was time to unplug by the fourth day. I thought; “I can’t do this till the new year as a “break”. I can’t. And people like me don’t need breaks from their blogs…”

It was sort of like an experiment. At times it was torturing, and today I literally spent the whole afternoon watching you tube clips and I had never loved you tube more than today.

I wasn’t completely unplugged from technology- I still used my mum’s phone to play my favorite game, Farm Heroes. But even a little bit of technology, a little bit of Facebook, of the “outside world”, was like a drug. A drug that made me want more.

It’s no big deal now. I’ve got to say the internet connection in my house still is a problem that won’t go away, but it’s good to be back. And it’s a privilege to have a laptop. I had forgotten.

My record of being unplugged from the internet and my laptop was 5 days straight. What’s your record? Let me know in the comments below.





Merry Christmas!

Of course I have to do a Christmas post before the Christmas celebrations are over. This Christmas, I learnt that it feels better to give than to receive. I knew this long ago because of my Sunday school teacher when i was a kid and I read it in the bible. but this was the first time and the first Christmas where I really got into the whole ‘gift giving’ thing.

I started volunteering in my church’s Sunday school and the Sunday before Christmas, I did something I had never done and never thought i’d do before; I was Santa for ten minutes.

I didn’t have a sack or anything but the presents were in a bag and I laid them out on the ground. Then, another leader wrote down all the names of the kids there and put the names in the hat. WE let the kids pull a name from the hat.

I only had 5 presents and there were about eight kids that day. But the people who had ‘won’ the presents were little kids who usually never get presents. They were so happy.

They ripped open the presents and exclaimed; “Wow, look what I got!”

It felt really good to be able to be the cause of that smiling face, that happy kid, that kid who never gets the present, with the new and cool toy in his hand.

If feeling happy because I made other people happy, had a name or was a gift, then that was the best gift i had for christmas.

On the less “I don’t care about the presents underneath the christmas tree” side of my food wired brain, I had the best christmas EVER. We had so many presents underneath the christmas tree.

Most of them were to Hannah, the newest addition to the family. She’s so cute. We did secret Santa using a website called Elfster. And I’ll definitely be using Elfster again.

Merry christmas everyone!

What did you get this christmas? What did you learn? And what was your favorite part of the whole month?



Because of the night part three

When do you do your best work?

The last part of the three question prompt is here. And the last question is; “When do I do my best work?”

Again, in an ideal world, I’d like to say and think and believe that it is at 4-5 which is my writing session but the thing is, with the pressure of it being my writing session where I absolutely have to write, it gives me a lot of reasons to not write at that time. I am more likely and ready to forget about my 4 o’clock date with my laptop or writing book that I am with blogging in the morning.

I want to write at night after dinner, but I don’t really want to write my story between 4 to 5. I always want to write, that’s no problem, but writing just in general and then writing a story are two different matters. Writing in general, like a diary, is so easy and words come and they flow onto the page because I can write everything and anything. It is different with stories although even now as I write this, I feel like this shouldn’t be. But the barrier is there. I think there’s more fear? Because between 4 and 5 is when I should do my best work, but in the morning and at night, the expectation isn’t really there as much, especially at night when i’m just writing whatever.





Because of the night part two

I am Diurnal, as is every other human being. This is, true at least biologically speaking. But like age, in which one may be a 60 year old but looks like a 30 year old that acts like a teenager, in other words, young at heart and who you feel you are, isn’t always who you are labelled to be.

If I wasn’t speaking Biology, then I would say, at heart, I am a night owl, not because I am more productive at night. As it happens, I like to sleep early at 10.20pm. This is because I like to wake up ear;y the next day because I don’t have to wake up early, but I’m going way off topic now.

What is the most productive time of the day?

I would say it would be between 4 and 5pm or at least, I want to think and believe so. Why? Because this is my writing session time. And I know it’s only for an hour, and truth be told, i don’t always write in that hour, but I’ve learnt that this is the hour where i am bored, doing nothing and have complete free time.and so, it had become my writing session, the time of the day the day where I should be writing for one hour.

I have yet to try the technique in which I sit there at the table with a pen in one hand and my boom laid out in front of me, in which I can either write or stare at the page before me for one hour. What’s supposed to happen, is that I’m supposed to crack, seemingly unable to just sit there for one hour, and therefore, write something down. (Although I already do this a lot and it’s called day dreaming).

I also write in the morning. It’s the early afternoon now, but i actually like to write at 10am or 11am in my blog. I woke up late today at ten am because it is boxing day, and i like to sleep in.

So, to answer the second question of the long forgotten prompt, the most productive time for me would be in the late afternoon or early evening between 4 and 5pm. Other times would be in the morning between 10 to 11/30 and at night right after dinner before I go to bed. When do I do my best work? Well, that is another question and another blog post…





Because the night part one

Because the Night

Are you a night owl or an early bird?

They say the early bird gets the worm. Although I like waking up at 6:30 in the morning, solely because I don’t have to get up in the morning at all, I don’t think I could ever “get the worm” in the mrning. Heck, I don’t even like worms. Although, is worms for a bird means breakfast, then yes, i admit, i’ve been eating breakfast recently.

This is because my sister, who now lives in sydney, is here in new zealand for christmas and she loves making me breakfast. She makes toast with banana on top and drizzled with honey. It’s evenbetter with avocaddo but that’s not in season right now.

Yestedsy though, i ddin’t feel like toast, it wwas so filling even thinking about it. So, she made me yoghurt, corn flakes and chopped up banana, ansd it was so good!

So this morning, while she was out, I made myself the same thing but using strawberries, milk and corn flakes. Youghurt works better than milk but i learnt an important lesson this morning; corn flakes goes wwll with milk and fruits.

However, I like being a night owl as well and even though it feels really good to wake up when everyone is still fast asleep and the sun is not yet up, I resonate more with a night owl. I like to stay up late and sometimes when i have nothing to do, I actually wait for 10.25pm  to come because i absolutely can’t go to bed because ten. Usually though, it’s not that hard for 10:25 to become 11:40.

However, I can’t be an early bird and a night owl as well, and indeed, the hour in which i write my novel is between 4 to 5 in the afternoon. Therefore, i must admit defeat to biology, that says i am not crepuscular, or nocturnal, but in fact, I am diurnal. This means that I work in the day time and am therefore diurnal as is every other human being.

What do you think of this last sentence: I am diurnal as is every other human being

Let me know in the comments below.