Feelings follow behaviour

This is such a true statement. When you are hungry, you eat; when you are tired, you sleep and when you are sad, you cry. It is all feelings that we experience in our daily lives, which follow some sort of behaviour. But this does not mean that every feeling needs to be acted out such as, hatred, jealousy or anger. Those feelings are better left untouched. I’m not saying that one should keep those feelings bottled up, just be very careful of how those feeling make you behave- it can result in serious consequences.

It doesn’t matter what you are feeling just be aware of the consequences that follow your actions. Remember that actions speak louder than words.

It’s over…

The tears ran slowly down my face as I said goodbye to the love of my life.
As I was sitting on my bed, thinking about what my life would be like without him, the tears flowed like a river has just burst its bank. But it really was my own fault; I lost him through some bad choices and through my own stupidity.
Now I have to pick up the pieces and start all over again, goodness, the mere thought of that makes me sick to my stomach.
If I don’t start dealing with the fact that it is over then I never will.

It is amazing how things can turn so sour by a few poor choices… It really is going to take some time getting used to being on my own… It is time to let go.
I will forever miss you.
Goodbye…

It’s better to practise a little than to talk a lot

It boils down to practise what you preach and don’t be a hypocrite.
Talk about things that you are knowledgeable about instead of talking about things you don’t know just to sound intelligent.
What is the point in talking a lot when you don’t do anything about issues that affect you? It’s like blowing hot steam into the air, pretty pointless. It’s all about talking less and doing more.

It you are not going to say anything worth your while then rather keep quiet and save yourself the embarrassment. Nobody likes and hair-head floating around.
Sooner or later people would have caught your bluff and realised that you actually know nothing, but claim to be practising so much.

The more you practise the more reason you have to preach.

Winter

Winter sends howling winds,

Making it sound like it can sing.

Pouring rain, darkness all around,

Makes me want to sleep sound.

Bitter cold, numb hands and feet,

Feels like winter never is definitely taking a seat.

Snow capped mountains and roaring seas,

How it makes me quiver and flee.
Being under the blankets is the place to be,

Warm and cosy,

Dry and safe,

Winter makes us all want to hibernate.

Flooded roads and heavy rains,

Is there anything to gain in this domain?

Winter comes and goes,

But oh, how it always makes us moan.

Winter is here, it’s here to stay

But when the snow falls I’ll definitely bring out my sleigh.

Wedding cake-in-the-middle-of-the-road

“Hurry up! We are going to be late,” I shouted at my bridesmaids. “Is everything sorted?” I asked in a hurry. “We have one small problem…” Kirby said softly.
Oh goodness, what on earth could it be now again? After a year of planning everything down to the last detail, one would think that everything would run smoothly on the big day- guess not!
“I don’t want to know what it is this time but please sort it out. Actually wait, I do want to know what it is,” I mumbled. “Well… the wedding cake hasn’t been delivered to the reception yet because the caterer is stuck in traffic or something like that,” explained Kirby. “But don’t worry, nothing is going to ruin your special day,” she reassured me. “Sigh… Let’s be off then!” I said worryingly.

As much as I knew Kirby would handle things, I couldn’t help but worry about my cake.
On our way to the church we also hit a bit of traffic. Great, is there anything else I still need to endure today? “Hey, isn’t that the caterer’s truck up front?” I asked my bridesmaids. “Yeah it is, but he seems to be the one causing the traffic,” said Kirby. Kirby got out of the car to see what the problem was. She came back with a bleached face as if she saw a ghost. “What is it? Tell me!” I demanded. “Your… Its… Errr… I think you should go see for yourself,” Kirby said blankly. I took her advice and got out of the car to see what the commotion was about and there it was, my wedding cake-in-the-middle-off-the-road, ruined. I passed out.

It is a poor idea to lie to yourself

Why do we lie to ourselves? Is it because we don’t want to hear or face the truth; or is it to get out of sticky situations; or could it be out of habit? Whatever the reason may be it is certainly a poor idea to lie to yourself. The more to you lie the more you start believing the lies and you end up living your life through those lies.

I suppose it is much easier to lie to yourself than to be truthful. Most of the time we don’t want to hear or face the truth, even if the saying goes; ‘only the truth will set you free.’ This saying could save your life for example, you are a woman in an abusive relationship but you keep lying to yourself and saying that he will change or he won’t hit me again. I really don’t understand why people would lie to themselves about such life threatening situations.

We don’t realise that when we lie, we are selling ourselves short because most of the time it is the truth that we need to hear. We are our biggest fans and yet we are our worst critiques so let’s criticise ourselves constructively and honestly because honesty is the best policy.

You are just not safe in your own home… (True story)

Friday 23, April 2010, started a little differently. Normally I would sleep late, catch up on tech work and laze around the house. But the previous night my cousin Zita and I decided to go running on Friday morning.

I fetched Zita at 11h00 from her house, leaving her sister, Lisa at home alone. Zita and I parked the car at our usual running starting-point, which was nothing out of the ordinary. We got back to the car at 12h45 and decided to go the local mall, which is Blue Route Mall. We walked in and out of the shops while discussing the latest winter trends, girls will be girls.

As we decided to end our window shopping trip Zita received a distressed phone call from her sister Lisa, to inform us that there are two guys trying to break into their house. My body froze and my heart started racing. Zita and I ran to the car. Again Lisa phoned to say that the guys are inside the house and we need to get home now. I told Zita to phone the police but neither of us had their number- convenient! Then I remembered my areas local patrol unit, BH Security. I phoned them immediately and explained the situation.

Lisa was able to lock herself in her mother’s bedroom and luckily the robbers didn’t know that she was in the house, if they did, this story would have probably ended tragically.

BH Security was already at the house when we arrived, thank goodness for that because I have no idea what Zita and I would have done if we got there first. One of the robbers was caught but unfortunately the other one got away. Hardly anything was taken from the house merely because they did not have enough time, thanks to BH Security and Retreat police.

I just could not believe that something like this happened to my own family and that Lisa was in the house when it happened. It really frightened me because I am often home alone and I don’t know what I would do in a situation like that.

Moral of the story, be aware of your surroundings even if you are in your own house; go have a look if you hear unfamiliar sounds; know the telephone number of your local police station and make sure that you always have airtime on you cell phone. Things like this can happen to anyone and it will definitely happen when you least expect it.