memoirs of a kangaroo in the sun.

Once i was sent a message on Facebook.you were supposed to update your status according to drinks.each drink represented your current relationship status.and i remember vodka represented being the other woman a.k.a mistress.i can assure you there were quiet a number of people whose statuses said vodka. And it got me thinking,who is to blame for this whole mistress situation?Should we blame the women for being easy and without morals?For not respecting someone else' s property?Should we blame the men for lacking self control?For not appreciating the treasures that they already have? Or is this whole fidelity issue a faint memory that existed only in the past times? Is it always the men that vehemently pursue another woman even when they are already settled for life?Or is it the women that are greedy and selfish and will do what they must to get what they want regardless of who gets hurt in the process? Or is it sometimes a case of unavoidable helpless circumstances of uncontrol...

The two songs that still have the power to move me to tears immediately...

                                                           HONESTY: IS IT OVERRATED? To all those that believe honesty is the best policy, here is some food for thought. I happen to be one of these people that believe in that theory but lately I find myself in some controversial situations and cannot seem to find a solution that will make everyone happy. Yes I believe in telling the truth when your parents ask you where exactly you are at four in the morning, and I believe in telling the truth when somebody asks you how old you are, or where you live… But what about the times when your boyfriend asks you if you like the perfume he bought you? Do you actually tell him you think it smells like insecticide and would rather go on a hunger strike than use it? Do you continue to tell him how, in fact, you are currently using it to red...

Recently as I was shifting from my former bedroom to the one I am in now, I was sorting through my stuff trying to decide what stays and what goes when I came across a notebook that contained some of my first notes and sketches and stuff. Also it contained the ten or so pages of a novel that I had once started to write but stopped halfway…one particular piece got my attention and I decided to share it. Not only because I believe it’s a particularly good piece, but also because I remember writing it with so much sincerity and passion. I meant every single word and even now, it still speaks to me.                           I want to be more I don’t want to be just another name Just another human that traversed this earth from one time to another… I don’t want to be just another believer Just another soul that went to church every Sunday I want to ...

California dreams… I dream of a life where all is well Of sunny boulevards and tree-lined walkways Of weekend barbeques and Sunday picnics Of fancy cocktail parties and all night discos Of white picket fences and big blue mansions Of exotic cuisine and vanilla martinis Of yellow summer dresses and red beach shorts Of power walks and spa treatments Of dinners for two and holidays abroad Of long-time friendships and genuine laughter Of stolen kisses and passionate love-making Of moon-lit walks and promises of forever Of running children and dotting grannies Of fresh breezes and camping fires Of extensive family brunches and outdoor games Of fond reminiscing and anticipation for a great future Of holding hands and crying together Of lifelong companionship and rock-hard loyalty I dream of a life where all is well…

i'm giving you my heart,all that is within i lay it all down for the sake of you my king. im giving you my dreams,laying down my rights im giving you my pride for the promise of new life and i surrender all to you,all to you and i surrender all to you,all to you... im singing you this song,im waiting at the cross all the world holds dear,i count it all as loss for the sake of knowing you,for the glory of your name to know the lasting joy,even sharing in your pain and i surrender it all to you...all to you...

It’s a scary new world L This is a good thing .I should be happy. No, I should be overjoyed. But I am not. I am actually scared. It’s a scary experience. I have wanted all along to forget you. And now it is happening. But I am actually scared. I could try to reason with myself as to why this is so… For a while, you were my world. And just like every world, there were mountains and there were valleys. There was rain and there were the sunny seasons. There was snow and there was spring. But it was my world. There were good days, and not so good days, and excellent days. There were days my world was peaceful and calm and filled with good cheer and there were gloomy days, when the skies were dark and gray, and the cold winds blew. But it was my world. And I had been in it long enough to know how to deal with it. I knew where to shelter myself when the rain started to pour heavily. I knew how to wade my way through the waters when the flood waters were high. I knew where to go ...