memoirs of a kangaroo in the sun.

“We're soul mates," he says. "We are forever. Our kind of love cannot be destroyed.” ― Stacey Jay , Juliet Immortal . Yesterday I watched the E! True Hollywood Story of  The late Patrick Swayze. Most people knew him for the passionate actor that he was. But I was really moved by his relationship with his wife. They met when she was fifteen, and even though he moved to another city to chase his dreams,he came back,married her in the back yard of her parents house because they couldnt afford all the proper wedding works, and then they both left their home town Texas with only $2000 to start a new life together. Unlike most hollywood marriages,they stayed together,throughout his addictions, childlessness, cancer and everything. There were never rumours of a divorce or a split up or infidelity. Right to the day of his death, it was true love.       Patrick Swayze(RIP) and wife. Needless to say,watching this took me back to the days ...

Came across this article a while back and today i decided to share it. Leah LaRocco | Women You Should Know As I grew up, there were certain things in life I was made ready for. My parents lovingly prepared me for milestones such as my first day of school. I sat in classrooms with educators who taught me how to be conscientious about the planet, how to form a coherent sentence, how to do complicated math that to this day I have never used, and eventually how to take tests that prepared me for higher education. Then I went to college for training in the field of my choice, where I sat in larger classrooms and had experiences that would prepare me for a profession, thereby enabling me to enter the real world and somehow survive. In spite of all this intentional, quite expensive preparation for navigating the waters of life, one thing I was never prepared for was ending up in my 30s, questioning dating and marriage, wondering what on earth I am doing with my life. As young girls,...

Today morning, I went to work (ok, not really work but something of the sort). I went earlier than usual, mostly because the place where I was going has this really cozy restaurant right next door that hasn’t yet been discovered by everyone and has a lovely pool view, especially in the morning; not forgetting delicious breakfast specials.   I wanted to have a quiet morning by myself so I could wallow in whatever emotions I was feeling before it got crowded and I was forced to socialize. Plus I was having a long sad morning and I needed to brainstorm about the way forward regarding a certain area of my life…   Anyway, I get to my cafe and move to the other side to sit by the pool and ponder, and lo and behold, there was already someone! Seated in my usual spot! Lounging so casually as if he did not know that he was seated where I usually sit and would want to continue sitting. Not only was he warming my seat (and I prefer my seats cool and fresh) but he was one of thos...

I hoped I would know by now what was causing my “writer’s block”, but I still don’t know. Good news is, it’s like my writing juices just decided to start flowing all over sudden. I guess the fact that I got a new desktop also sort-of helps (my beloved laptop is still comatose). I don’t know what or who has come into or left my life, but either way I’m grateful for this path of release once again...   ION…   So I made a decision at the beginning of this year to live for Jesus. How is it going, you ask? Not too well. In fact, it’s going disastrously. It’s like everything that the devil knows weakens my resolve and is definitely not Christian, even those that were previously nothing but a distant blurry dream, have suddenly been put at my disposal. He made a buffet of all that and planted it straight in my path. Yes, I have managed to avoid most of these things, but every once in a while there has been an offer that was too juicy to resist, and sadly I fell. ...

I have been unable to write anything down for the last few months. And even when I do, i never finish it up. When I do finish it up, I fail to post it because for some reason, one thing or the other is not quite right with it. I don’t even know if I will eventually post this one… Anyway on looking into the reason why, I realized it could be writers’ block. I mean isn’t that why you suddenly find your head blank when you want to write something? Writing used to be my therapy; it used to make me feel lighter and better… So what could have gone so wrong?   What happened to all my ‘juice’? Could it be because I do not have inspiration anymore? Am I just too busy? I can’t even remember what used to inspire me back in the day. So I guess I’m stuck here till I figure out new sources of inspiration. I’m looking at this as a journey; an adventure I’m going on to find my lost “mojo” for lack of a better word!!   You will hear all about it when it’s done or at least I hope you ...

Hello there my lovely good people.     Feels good to be back after what feels like years. You never know how much you need your laptop until it crushes J .   What have I been up to, you ask? As much as I’d like to say chasing dreams and living each day like it’s my last, I can’t. I’ve been growing up and learning very crucial life lessons, so obvious and yet so new.   I don’t have any philosophies, or theories or wisdom to share with you today. All I can sincerely say is that live your life for you. Do what fulfills you. Don’t settle for less, and never stop going after what you want till you get it.   Live and love.    

Here’s to the ones that made it through 2012. Here’s to the ones that managed to hold onto all their friends throughout the year. Here’s to the ones that kept their relationships with their better-halves strong even when break-ups were everywhere. Here’s to the ones that managed to keep a roof over their families’ heads in the midst of all the financial downturn. Here’s to the ones that managed to keep their heads up and their grinds on even when they were going through the struggle of being a single mother. Here’s to the ones that stuck to their principles and values in a world that frowns upon being morally upright. Here’s to the ones that stuck to their salvation and still aren’t afraid to shout it form the mountain top. Here’s to the ones that have finally completed school after having to re-sit almost all their years. Here’s to the ones that finally told the truth about who they really are instead of trying to hide it. Here’s to the ones that finally realized the...