My Eulogy

I lost my grandfather recently and for the record he was beyond awesome! So, I sat in church surrounded by my massive family trying not to cry, and like big girls do, I sniffled like I had a cold and pretended like some bug had flew into my eye. I would have gotten away with it, if it had not been for the tribute section of the services. They were pretty bomb.

During the first service, we laughed at the anecdotes, the second service was a bit sadder but we held on bravely, taking deep breaths like fishes out of water. The third service garnered some tears because we could see him right there in his coffin but by the fourth one I was a blubbering mess so was everyone one around me (Don’t worry, I was sly and hid behind my program). After all the stress was done and we had time to breathe, I then started to brood. Whats new?

This isn’t about holding the people you love close, because if you don’t know that by now, I don’t know how to help you.

So, i got to thinking,  what will my eulogy be?

It may be selfish, but I want my eulogy to be awesome. I want people to remember me and say nice things. Not generic nice but actual things that went down. Ways I touched people’s lives and made them happy. I don’t need to be the world’s greatest, I just want to know that I didn’t breathe for nothing. That I made a difference. I want my eulogy to be my life, in all its transparency.

what will your eulogy look like?


It’s like 2 am. And this is probably poorly written, so it will most likely be edited tomorrow morning. I hope. Or maybe not.

Till the next rant bebes, God Bless x


New Year…New Lessons?

`         new lessons  Hello people of the internet. One month of the new year just flashed by. By now, a large number of you would have forgotten about the resolutions you spouted to yourself at the beginning of the year. But do not fear, you will remember them in April and console yourself that it is not too late to start afresh. Then somewhere in September you will realize that you have slacked once again, and will then begin a frantic race to do some damage control. I know the signs of this disease, I wish you well.

Well, I started off the New Year quite depressed and in a bevy of tears. For the past few weeks, I have had to actively pull myself from under the ground. Some days I fail and others I get a bit better but it’s being hard. Not vying for pity (I hate pity) but an explanation for the absent posts. Sorry guys!

So, I thought I might as well share a few things I’ve learnt over the years. I turned eighteen and think I have uncovered the mystery of life. Bear with me, as I spout some nonsense…or not J

  1. If you thought that the minute it was New Year, you got all the powers of Spiderman, superman, and Thor, you are in for a ruddeeee awakening. Life isn’t going to work out like that. Bad things happen fast, good things take a while.


  1. Don’t think that the minute you started minding your own business, everybody will mind theirs. Did you think that the topic of conversation had moved to Donald Trump’s hair? No honey, they are minding your business and would have called more of their friends. Be careful.


  1. Karma is a probably the most overworked woman in existence. So, don’t chill, keeping yourself in close proximity to the person who did you, waiting for her to strike. She may not get to your person in time, and she is so tired she may forget to call you when you she is at work. Please, move on.


  1. In every altercation, you are at least 50% wrong. Focus on your part. It is not your lifes’ calling to take the speck out of the other person’s eye. Deal with your log first.


  1. Vanity and pride will take you places fast, and will bring you down faster.


  1. You are not going to tell your children stories about the years you spent working to move up the ladder at work. If you do that, shame on you! For boring those poor kids. Enjoy life, breathe and stop to smell the goddamn roses.


Well, that’s all I have to say for now… I hope there was some semblance of sense in it. Well, till the next rant. Good Night.






Who Is Prince Charming?


I don’t think I have really explained why this blog was created, it wasn’t in some desperate vie for attention and fame. This blog is my mind on the outside, the thoughts that flood my brain, the intricacies of life that keep me wide awake. My sincere wish and prayer is that someone out there can relate and that I can be of help. In light of all that, I was watching Disney Channel the other day (totally unrelated to this post). Go ahead, judge me. And I realized that as some people in the world are trying to be all gender equality conscious, like my mom always says, you can lead a horse to the river but you can’t force it to drink, but there is a loose nut in the heads of a lot females. At the end of the day that’s how they are going to say I am anti-female, if that is such a thing but please hear me out.

I am growing up being the first child of the two, both being blessed to be females but I can’t count the amount of times girls have looked at me with such incredulity and asked me why my mom didn’t try for a boy. Those are the people whose faces my palms were itching to meet. I was younger then. But as I grow older, I realize that even though we keep complaining that men are sexist and don’t respect us. Half the guys reading this, just rolled their eyes. Yes, the world is changing and things unacceptable are becoming so. But one thing that has refused to change is the infuriatingly dependent nature of some females, now ladies want to kill me!

Girls my age are already filtering out men they want to marry, and mind you, those filters are not based on things the ideals, morals or dreams of the man. I know a girl whose paramount goal is to find a wealthy man to pamper her. I keep asking her why she can’t just make money on her own and then if she finds a wealthy man they can roll in the dough together, she ignores me. A woman with a goal and a life and her own way of making it work will always be more attractive than a girl who has nothing to bring to the table…I’m guessing, I’m no man. Get off your languid little behinds and get some work done!

Being a strong and independent girl doesn’t not mean you shouldn’t want to be with a man or want to be pampered. It means that you know that with or without the man you are going to be fine and you won’t change one bit. Yes, everyone deserves to be loved and yes, yes, yes having a man treat you like a queen is bomb but you are a queen regardless. No man, what’s so ever should be the focal point of your happiness.

Don’t goad and gauge men and don’t buy into the ideality that you are unimportant and unworthy beings. So if you are single and u have problems? Deal with them. You want to be loved? Call up your best friend. You want to be taken out? Take yourself out as a treat. And to girls in relationships for all the wrong reasons, no, no, no. That man is not your savior, personal chauffeur and lover wrapped up in one. Be able to be that for yourself. Get the wax out of your ears, the crud out of your eyes and smell the goddamn coffee and learn to be your own prince charming!

                                     “Though she be but little, she is fierce” – William Shakespeare

Now that I have gotten that off my chest! Till the next rant my loves! Enjoy the rest of your weekend! Thank you for reading.