The (nearly) Thirty

So it's officially *that* time of the decade when I list all the wonderful things that I currently find wonderful .. as a sort of one-day-nostalgic post for (hopefully)much smarter future me ...
thus

Things I love (still)
-Maggie
-completely sugary 24/7 cold coffee
-pasta momos (reluctantly and sporadically kept on ONE menu in delhi.. that I know of)
-hot tea

This should seriously have been renamed things I love to eat ..

Things I love (besides food)

-silly books
-funny books
-sci fi books
-thriller-conspiracy theory books
-airplane time where I can devour all of the above (Guilt Free)
-pre flight lounge time when I can continue to devour any kind of ridiculous book
-sudoku books

Favourite (?) Favourites

- nostalgic trips back to college with the girls
- sleepovers with the fafa's .. much much 💖
- coffee meetings 😘
- designated survivor time
- survivor time
-lazy afternoons petting toots
- sleep mode (the guiltiest pleasure still)
And more because the umbrella of "favourites" is just too large
*ThankYouGod*

It's been an incredible last few decades of this memory bank ie. "me"
But the last of course has been the most life changing for the years to come

On that note welcoming two little pumpkin poppets that have changed my
Status from adult to full-fledged Mami and Bua 💖💖💖
Love you cookies !!

Tiny little cookie .. how you've made me grow up!! 😘😘😘
All the love ... always 💖💖💖

Re-cover-ing

So Since the most precious gift on Earth that we can give ourselves is Peace of Mind. I have recovered mine and dismissed expectations from the larger social-mileau because it is a waste of time, breath and precious peace.

Moving on... <3 p="">

The Second Quarter is Here... Hello You!

Sometimes the one thing that calms me down is the sound of my fingers tapping away on the keyboard.
It brings closer the comfort of the past. Warm memories filled with earnest efforts to put into words the multitudes of thoughts flooding my mind. When activity was mostly mental, except of course the prancing on stage and the stomping on dusty streets... with voices loud, demanding attention to many social injustices.
but mostly mental, still. When reading a book wasn't a holiday luxury, it was the everyday reality that ensconced nearly all experiences... academic reading, pleasure reading, reading at a coffee shop, meeting at a bookstore, reading-while-waiting-for-friends... reading reading reading. hoping to understand life through words.

that was the first quarter of life.. the childhood if i may.

now I find myself definitely knees-deep in the second quarter.. higher number on the age-scale, more comfort, luxury but decidedly less time to wallow in imaginary lands... so sometimes I miss the invisible much-taken-for-granted-luxury of irrelevant typing.. of escape into words. for now is the time to "live", to bustle, to run, to reach for the stars, rather... to work on the ladder to reach the stars... to lay the foundation so deep that the ladder is firmly buried into the Earth... to sustain the weight of all who will climb to the stars... and roots are almost always invisible.
To the second quarter I raise a not-so-leisurely-glass of room-temperature water.
no more diet coke, consequences begin to manifest post 30... sugar from here on now.

So here we go, fellow travellers, living beings and all creatures capable of reading this.
A toast to finding ourselves very much in the next "phase"...
the space for roots.
To roots
To effort
To patience and shutting up that lazy voice!
To the nearly 30's!

May we stay focused, driven, positive and patient.
Love

Privilege

Everyone has pet-peeves.. My sister realised she didn't like the toothpaste tube squeezed from the middle ...

I, on the other hand, discovered I am completely p*****-off by female patriarchs...
Especially when women-of-our-age/generation/academic upbringing Choose to lambast other women for pointing out the unequal opportunities given to women in society ...

more than men, I feel we're collectively anchored down by women who would rather be part of the "boys club" rather than stand up for the (current) truth

because being part of the "boys club" means being on the receiving end of nearly universal applause and popularity .. Such a great girl, not like those hysterical feminazis... Raking up an issue without merit .. Pointing out inequalities in the system .. How ridiculous! Who has Time for such uncomfortable facts? Let's celebrate our privilege and applaud her for pulling another woman down

As usual, disappointed.

my Ode to the Sea

like I've already enthused.. the sea has a very special place in my heart-mind combination
worthy of many heart-icons... and definitely an ode.

the pictures have been captured off of google... no claims of "mine".. but don't they make you feel so light inside?

as though the potential of the Universe is spread in front of you... and you are just a grain of sand on the beach... nearly invisible, yet part of this vastness

how important we think we are.. our thoughts, emotions, decisions, love life even... our lives.
yet we will one day be just a memory in the minds of a few... till they too are a memory...
and then our mind carries on in another form to learn new lessons, holding on to the old hopefully...

this human form that we value so much.. our aspiration and dreams... are but shifting sand... melting out of time's hands... yet to open our eyes to the infinite width of the Divine's creations... the expansion beyond the potential of the physical eyes... the compassion to soak in all our emotions... absorb and transmute... cleanse us of our heaviness so we experience our lightness in its healing embrace... we love you sea, my heart declares... my heart, my mind and me...


i remember one experience of clearly realising the love experienced... thailand with family, but a trip with new friends actually.. after jet skiing off the waves, falling from the banana boat.. a pair of inappropriately torn shorts later (can they ever be appropriately torn?)... i sat in the sea holding on to their bobbing rope on the side... declaring to us, seaward-bound, till what point it was safe to paddle in.. i chose to hold on and as the sea pulled me in i remember telling myself 'don't forget this moment'... there are a few moments in life that you have to tell yourself.. don't forget this.. remember how you are feeling in this exact moment.. this moment will slip away but let this memory remain... and source from this the strength to face all the other moments that may not be as heavenly...

kisses to the sea from too-far-away... i wish we were as close in body as we are in mind .. 

the list

When the things "to do" stretch beyond three pages, loosely typed, and branch out into diverse aspects cushioned in each particular stop... what do you do?

Well, I, search for a way online to do one small bullet point ...

do we ever get points for trying?

excuse the less-than-sunny tone... its one of those contemplative days.
ho hum. managed one point now. realised it was moot post following through. like i said, its one of those days.

i love the privilege of being able to indulge verbally into this vacuum of virtual space. where ink and thoughts are sucked in, momentarily glimpsed by some... or maybe ignored by all as we continue to click on virtual-to-'real' purchases.

gamble. sometimes choices are just gambles disguised as decisions. thats why i tell near and dear ones to be as thorough as possible. practicality is heavily underrated, much like dancing around trees much much overrated. although i guess i would have to actually circle the tree to make an accurate assessment.. but it seems like more work than play. although swings in parks are underrated. swings are great.

childhood was great, if only we all didn't constantly yearn to 'grow up'... but to be fair, we were seduced. by the promise of what adulthood would bring. choices, freedom, later bed timings and the possibility of sleeping past 9! (joy was anticipated)... responsibilities and a job translated to glamorous freedom... no answerability (at least less answerability)... freedom only visualised as a picking up of the jhola and striding off into the world... brimming with enthusiasm, pulled by the possibility of a wonderful, successful, enterprising day..

you don't get gold stars for meeting your deadlines... i recently told a friend PMS is not really a "post" thing.. its pre, post, during.. it pretty much strikes whenever the h*** it wants.. its a state that is. an isness of inhabiting a woman's body and holding its hormones. its when things that are normally shrugged at, make you a little teary eyed. its a hormonal vulnerability that craves soup, sleep, silence, and warmth. it can strike at any time of the month, completely unrelated to the cycle of the egg... i feel like i should have given a *woman feelings* disclaimer before this spilled out. but what to do? sometimes a wave catches you unaware.. and all you can do is try and not swallow that salt water... i love the sea... i really really do..
i feel like the sea is where i am at home... embraced by the larger ocean body...
my most favourite-est :) recent happy memory is of the girl-trip to goa.. we were at the beach, our last evening... and i sat in the sea for over an hour... and we watched the sun set over an impossibly long time.. the sky turned yellow-orange-pink and a kaleidoscope of orange and reds... for the longest longest hour... and as the waves washed over me... happily submerged... feeling the pull of the sea.. washing over and pulling out of me.. we sat, some stood, some *very much with baby within* were at the cafe, but in the security of the "us"... we watched the sun dance out of view of where we were on Earth... the sea is my always-love.. the sea is that embrace, whose mere memory, can even make PMS fall back into the great distance...

if i haven't said it enough... i love the sea

from where we started to where we are now.. but that's life. that is just it.

Adapt or... ?

I think (for the moment) the most underrated trait is Adapting...
it is a rather Positive attribute that my mother has probably always talked about.. unconsciously...

but today I see the merits.. with adapting you learn tolerance, patience... and the best part? you get to learn.

I think reading linda goodman's sunsigns book on personality traits, as a child, affected me rather not-positively.. it reinforced the least-peace-giving parts of my personality i.e. stubborn as a bull... I used to relate that bull headed tendency with a firm will, immense will power and the strength to stick your ground.. which it Is... also.

but it can also translate into rigidity, not seeing anothers' perspective, being stuck in the old, not evolving, rooted to the past... which is least joyful and the opposite of growth.

i truly believe the Universe has conspired (like it does for all of us) to place me in a situation via certain pulls of the heart-mind-desire to be around those who will always share with me the transparent truth. for only with such mirrors can you see yourself without romanticising what you carry... but today with Grace it suddenly struck me that when i adapted today.. much like a birthday at least 5 years ago, i learnt how to do something that i felt was beyond my grasp.
as i navigated the unfamiliar trail with steps clearly marked... waiting for a mind to follow through... i felt proud and happy with the result.. "I can do this," too ;)

a happy diet-coke cheers to consciously adopting Adapting :*
love to all
may we all continuously find more ways to peace... hugs!

What we do when we type h-e-r-e

Recently I realized Blogging is a little... self indulgent.. well, duh... but for some reason these things take time to sink in for me. but i like indulging.. especially in nutella and peanut butter.. but that's nothing new...

so armed with this knowledge that this is ultimately an act with no other purpose than to indulge myself and my oh so petty thoughts (yes, this is honesty day)
.. knowingly i shall use this medium to introspect... and the irony is not lost on me.. to express Outwardly to Introspect... really? how silly.
but that's an aspect of me that exists. petty and silly. and a dreamer... ... ...

P doesn't read this blog.. or any blog probably.. P lives the day. doesn't talk about it.
S (me) bustles around the day, or rather the clock... but somehow I'm realising Time is actually the most precious 'thing'... because it isn't a 'thing'... it's the most precious because we cannot hold on to it or make it stop or slow down or do anything other than what it is... it is unchangeable but in spite of that, we have the potential to change (nearly) everything in it. so what is precious? our breaths.
the number of breaths we take and what we do with them...

I'm not sure what I'm doing with mine besides drinking copious amounts of tea... which I have begun to like much more than coffee (who knew)

I'm not sure what I'm doing with my time and why... but who can one ask when one doesn't really want an answer?
Sometimes I feel like I have life really sorted out.. I mean really... Like I know X marks the trail on which I must walk to reach the destination I can sort-of-glimpse.. definitely witness.
and it's very clear... and I can see all the stupid stuff that makes me fall and take a nap on the side...
but other times I'm blogging aimlessly and wondering when on Earth I will collect my degree and move beyond to other achievements..

yes, definitely a self indulgent medium ;)
love to all and a big ball of rainbows (360 degree rainbows, yes, they exist!)

To the 30th

a loving brother helpfully supplied this little nugget of truth yesterday.. As I thought I "turned" 29, I also began my 30th year on Earth... (This time around) 

Well... I didn't see that coming although it was naturally always present .. Surprising how close I am to the 30th already.. The big psychological moment when you think things will be sorted by "then"

... But what to do when 'then' is suddenly 'now'?

Then (pun intended) ... You sleep.

Because it's 11.39 pm and it's been a heck of a last few days

Happy Birthday to me!

May the excitement at another year and new milestones never cease

:)

of Happiness

Happiness is experienced in the strangest and most diverse of ways..
one can be a good night's sleep and waking up to waffles in bed
*that's the movie version, mine would probably be 12 hours of sleep and waking up to calorie-free peanut butter and nutella sandwiches*
and the other by some old-fashioned effort.. at whatever is the task that is presented in front of us.. effort.
what a beautiful word... echoing deep reservoirs of strength.
and after such effort when you sit on the bed and assess your thoughts.. there is strange sort of pervasive feeling of well-being, and satisfaction.

A Teacher who claimed to read hands *this really happened* had told me when I was 14 years old that I was looking at a difficult life ahead... *takes a moment to let you wonder at the various strange aspects of this*

*why was he reading my "hands"
*when did this happen
*why did i let him?
*was he being inappropriate?
*why would he predict, presumably, something interpreted as not-good for a 14 year old

(nothing inappropriate, we were all on a boat... *pause*.... *i promise you this really happened*)

and I had thought at the time that I would be following in some rather difficult footsteps of my father's career at the time.. his was a high pressure job, requiring great integrity, effort, will power, intelligence, and a steady mind to commit to... it was long hours with nary recognition *as you can tell I really look up to my dad :)*

Anyway I was aiming, at the time, at a career identical to his... so I thought difficulty came with the territory and I tried at nonchalance when I said "it's okay, nothing good comes without effort" or something garbled along those lines.. but I couldn't stop a tiny sinking feeling even as I said this..
(he had just told a girl before me her life would be "easy" and she would bring "great fortune" wherever she went... she had nodded enthusiastically and said with her birth came great prosperity into her family... *what a great teacher right?*)
so much as I didn't want to compare my presumed future with someone else's it was hard not to feel a trifle nervous about such proclamations of "hard life ahead".. safe to say he didn't turn out to be my favourite teacher .. *shocking, right?*

Anyway, inspite of the slight dip in my tummy... somewhere with Grace I believed and do still believe in the words of Yogananda ji "An easy life is not a Victorious life"
because it's not about consoling oneself, you little cynics you *chortles*, it's just that now I believe we all have a battle that wages inside of us... and it all comes down to this
How do we respond to the challenges life sends us?
Which inner voice do we let win?
and somehow, if you notice, the easier choice is not normally the "right" one long term...
Somehow... what is for our betterment requires a little bit (or a lot) of effort..
and most of that effort, is saying Yes to the voice that wants to do the right thing...
because doing the lazy thing is so much easier.. because procrastination is easier.. because 'giving in' is easier..
so that Battle, that "difficult" or "hard" *come on, it was nearly 15 years ago!*
that "difficult" or "hard" life he predicted... was just me becoming aware of that battle inside..
and knowing, I just need to make the good side of me win.
Every Day with Each Opportunity

*May God Give Me the Strength*

The Tribe

I know what you're thinking... it's "warm fuzzy moments" but there was nothing fuzzy about what was experienced.. hence, fluffy.. warm and fluffy.. not superficially fluffy like cotton candy that rests on your tongue and cements into this hard brittle sugar pop... but cosy fluffy like a pet resting in your lap.. soft, warm, comforting...

so this was describing a night a few days ago.. literally a few days :)
So the gang got together with the summons of a once-our-President who had till-that-date never exerted Presidential privilege... teehee.. but the nymph called us and up we stood.. and ran... all the way to the past..

it was cosier than memories recollected which is one of the stranger things.. B stood waiting, a mop of wild white hair now, directed me to park nearly kissing the hedge. a warm hug or two later we were inside.. more hugs, artificial oranges, pastries, samosas, jalebis, tracking down of chiwda later (a feast!) we squatted comfortably on the floor.. Time helpfully stretched till its very seams allowing us to dive in to unpack some memories and the "themes" of our current lives.. V, the eccentric genius as always, effortlessly round up us scallywags lost in 2's and 3's while i munched on tiny bowl-after-bowl of chiwda.. we quite properly went around the circle and were absorbed in each telling.. it was the most wonderful conversation... peppered with the usual peals of laughter and a love that threatened to spill out of our chests... too-soon we had to leave to meet the rest of the bandwagon.. many groans later we trooped into respective cars.. with much strategic planning to ensure no one deliberately got lost to find their way back to B's abode..

the rest of the night was a cacophony of wild laughter taking over the tiny cafe.. other patrons looked suitably concerned.. we were a tribe come together after a long while without a chooda ceremony pulling at our strings! In fact the post has officially been renamed.. because that's what it was.. and that's what will hopefully keep pulling us back, ensuring we drive up all the way from the dozen different directions we are stationed in now... to where we are together.. for a few hours or more..
To the continued sharing of our dreams, aspirations, frustrations, learnings and lives... For this group a Big Thank You to the Divine
love you all <3 span="">

Exceptional

Today, it is safe to say, the writer has been let loose... and she is, quite frankly, running amok.
There is major flitting happening.. and the metaphorical champagne has bubbled and spilled on all the party guests. I was not expecting this!

In all the furore, many pins have been discovered that were previously swept under the rug... tiny petty pins that make you question why it was so important to roll the carpet away after all... especially after all this time. but the carpet is lying rolled in one corner and the pins are now a part of the 'known reality'... now I have a choice, to deal or not deal, or pretend there's nothing to deal with...
now normally I have been known to favour the latter.. the ostrich technique rather.
I-don't-see-what-you-are-doing-therefore-it-isn't-happening...

but if the pin is what I think it is.. admittedly it was wise to have kept some distance..
because sometimes when we romanticise our memories, we wonder why they're no longer a part of the present... and sometimes you get the answer immediately...
and then it's time for the writer to roll up her sleeves, take a deep sip of her masala tea..
and dive in to write what she think she knows..
all the while knowing, future her will know much more.. but that's okay... because it's inevitable and life is also about accepting the tiny thorns with the roses... 

Hello '2012-me'

So on January 10th 2012 it seems I wrote this poetic imagery of what I thought marriage would be..
It was apparently
"If the image of marriage could be put together.. I'd think of it as a soft car purring its way through post midnight traffic.. and the two (monogamy) gently resting against each other.. worn out by the seemingly endless day and comfortable in the warmth of the silence that envelopes them."

*snorts*

Although I did say that it was deliberately penned down so I could one day know just how accurate I was..

Well...

Conceded it was 5 years ago when the closest example I had to a contemporary marriage was my sister who was plonked 22 hours away!... (by flight!)... so that shall be my justification.
I was oh-so clueless!

Well at least I got the monogamy right... *snorts some more*...
marriage is not a smooth car ride "worn out" by the day..
It's a live thing... a living organism.. shaped by every day...
It's moulded by nurturing, time, patience, love, trust, even family, sacrifice, upbringing... it is  individual belief systems and dramatically different experiences suddenly inseparable and joined softly.. it isn't two pillars standing together.. it isn't rigid.. it's soft, it has to be..
it has to be malleable.. because 2 concrete structures will only rub and erode against each other..
it's the soft flexible branch that survives the wind.. the dried branch breaks off

I know nothing can ever be an exact universal definition of marriage..
but this is closer to my experience .. no car in the picture unless you count the countless (teehee) crazed car rides to fulfil unending errands.. and more often than not, your partner will probably be doing some equally constructive work heading off in another direction to fulfil his end of the to-do list!

Well, this is the 2017 experience.. I guess we'll know more when we experience more!
but hey... I guess the writer is back :) Ba-Boom!

Ps- also, straighten your hair today... you don't know what chaos tomorrow will bring!
Pps- procrastination only works for college kids. 

of Books... in a way!

I normally read the trashiest (ie. least intellectually stimulating) fiction while travelling..
and of course on vacation :D

but the rare times that I'm travelling sans companion is when I truly dig in into that alternate reality.. what started out as the giggly-shopaholic series (years ago... extremely far from 'then-me')
soon reached thrillers by Baldacci (picked up in bulk and consumed, inhaled, whole in 3 weeks of glorious hopping)

this time I guiltily shelled up the 600 odd bucks at the airport and sheepishly perused Johar's Biography.. Now I didn't know I was a fan until I met him and pretty much ignored every other filmy presence and dove for him and announced my love! It was bizarre.. Bachchan Senior crossed me along with his convoy of security and what I clearly remember is sidestepping him and launching myself into Johar's courteous company! Johar had just finished his peri-pana (touching feet of an elder to receive blessings) of Bachchan and was raising his head when I announced my presence and gushed. I gushed. and I could hear myself gushing, and wondering 'When did I become such a big fan?'... I just stopped short of pronouncing myself his "number one fan", which I'm sure I'm not.. but somewhere between watching endless Koffee with Karan episodes... I began to feel like I knew him. Personally. Like this was a friend who I was meeting after a long time.
And the conversation with him flowed, he's exactly the way his persona is projected on the show.. warm, courteous, polite, friendly... with the tiniest glimpse of an edge...
again, far removed from my reality but so warm!

So when I began reading his biography... it flowed... just like a conversation with him.
a testament to the writer as well the subject..
I had read excerpts of this book online.. but the whole.. was a treat!
a voyeuristic delight!
His fathers humble roots, the privilege lovingly afforded to him.. struggles with finances..
the coming together of talents nurtured unwittingly in school..
a chain of "coincidences"... and then the rise... the rise that looked so easy
but behind it was the effort of generations..

made me re-realize.. the privilege we all stand on today and whose fruits we enjoy...
are all a product and testament of the efforts of our ancestors..
like our own efforts today will provide the foundation for our loved ones to come..
Nothing is overlooked by the Universe... we may reap its results now or later...
visible or invisible...
but Nothing is overlooked by the Universe..

Like a loving aunt had told me in childhood, everything we do or say is noted down somewhere..
she described it more tangibly as the writing of the good or bad...
I too believe... its being taken note of somewhere..
and we're accumulating our entries.. to face today, tomorrow.. or maybe much later someday..
ominous or liberating? guess it depends on the nature of what we're collecting!

moving past nostalgia

I did something strange today... Besides the fact that most of what I do feels largely strange *snorts*
Anyway.. I searched online for someone.. Using some really bizarre keywords and up popped the right image! Now this is all going to sound very cryptic since I am quite deliberately Being cryptic but the good news is.. I got back on Twitter

Must unshackle the creative self from this cocoon that I have strapped myself in
Must do so much
Must write write write
Write write write


Even if all that flows out of me is the word "write"

But speaking of the past... It's not really meant to be forgotten
Each person and relationship must be given its due importance at the time of experiencing it
And if it is in the cards of time that the relationship and association will not move beyond a certain decade.. It still exists as a part of who we were, what we thought, believed, cared about
And more than a marker of how far we've come
It still deserves its due that we cannot dismiss as imaginary
It existed. It made an impact. It was. And now is a memory arguably worthy of respect and thankfulness :)

But mostly must move on and Write!!!

music

I tried for a coherent narrative.. but today i did something i don't remember doing before..

i let music overwhelm... wash over... pour out of... vibrate molecules inside... of [me].

dance to it yes

allow the rhythm inside and dance it Out. yes 

in the past

let the rhythm pour in, and ferment change... not before today...

when you want to drink something.. to eat something.. you make sure its prepared in a clean kitchen.. its free of bacteria and dirt..

and something i never realised before today.. even when i listen to music there was always a wall of "oh no, who knows what is breeding inside these words.. the thought"

so theres a wall..

but when i saw his intent... the purity of the intent allowed something inside me to shift and pour inside of me

and the molecules vibrated inside of me.. filled with his intent.

and i could finally understand the passion some have for music

i could finally understand

experience.. what a teacher!

the Strange silence of you

It's a little odd "posting" here now... It's a strange no-man's-land wherein there is a (presumed) audience... but the silence is a little disconcerting.

because either the ink can fly freely across the page in the quiet comfort of no one reading it's musings. Or can compose itself into a lightly defined lines while keeping up a healthy interaction and trading anecdotes of lives which would otherwise have never connected...

but here it's just.. Strange. I'm talking to you, the big old internet world, and you choose to keep mum.
Maybe I can find a greener pasture... :) another space to call "my Own"

let time reveal :)

of Today and this moment

my desktop picture, as of last night.. is of a tiger basking in the falling autumn leaves.. as he frolics in the garden. he is stretched out and on his back, in joy... and the grass is more than peppered with tiny white flowers in full bloom...
he is happy and fierce...
but fierce is the undertone.. he Is fierce.. but at the moment he is happy...

as of today and this moment I'm glad i chanced upon this picture and embraced its existence...
he is what i want to be today..
happy in the grass (grace) and fierce always remains unspoken but perfectly understood..

#ifwisheswerehorses

Hello there, 2017!

Another year has swept past us all.. in a whirlwind romance with the sun, the Earth has decided to quicken its journey this last year.. it seems like. you're going in circles my love... but she listens to no one.

And we can feel the time ticking faster.. but no rationale can explain it.

Facebook took it upon its electronic AI self to announce i had graduated.
Not.Quite.Yet.

That day i shall celebrate with bubbly. bubbling diet coke of course.
because drinks has somehow never done it for me.
when i say it, and repeat it often i do, i am faced with quizzical expressions.
what Does do it? they ask silents.
nothing really i answer verbally... i prefer to let my high be unrestrained by alcohol.
i prefer to be naturally high.
they probably think thats me alluding to weed. giggles.

never went down that road either.
too much of a caution-ist i guess... can't depend on my attachment issues.
too attached to all the unhealthy junk without adding any "high"s to the list.

All is ok and well but, like Facebook, i need to focus on my graduating!

THIS YEAR IS IT.
RESOLUTION ESTABLISHED

2017 my graduation cap awaits!! :D

Happy New Year and New Resolutions!