Mauritius Day 14: Pajamas, Piano, Bol Renversé and Shoe Passion

I enjoyed a day at “home” to the fullest of my capabilities. I stayed in my pajamas, which was with all honesty…fantastic. I hadn’t done that in what I feel is like ages. I found out my aunt and uncle had an old key board. I had quite an amount of time before I left to go stay at my mom’s old neighbour’s house, so I played and sang. I even made up a song…(yes when I’m bored, I write cheesy songs, maybe one day I’ll post one up…I guess for the sake of comedy?...)

For lunch, which I took at around 4:30, my aunt surprised me by making me a bol renversé. It was cute, and I really appreciated it. She remembered that I had said that I really enjoy the taste of those bol renversé and that in Canada, I don’t think they existed.

So my mom’s old neighbour’s daughter and I share the same passion…we LOVE shoes. She had the cutest pairs (flats, heels, closed toe, open toe, sandals and many many more) and I tried all them on. If I had a lot of money, I would have an open closet full of shoes!...But for now, unfortunately all I can do is dream…

Mauritius Day 13: Extremely Sore, Caudan, Some Music...

Remember how last post I mentioned I accompanied my uncle to his yoga class? Well, I had failed to mention, that before the yoga class started the instructor had urged us to perform these exercise movements…They weren’t that hard…However, this morning I was in pain. My arms and my legs were very sore. I guess the explanation for this morning’s state would be the consequences of going into a yoga class (but really an exercise class at the beginning) when I hadn’t been exercising in a long time. It is true it has not been a decade since my last attempt to keep fit, but it has been some time. The last time I felt this sore was after my first class of track and field at the beginning of my first year of university. Anyway it was quite embarrassing today. When I would go up and down stairs…well I made faces (I probably looked constipated or like I smelled something bad…but truthfully I don’t know).

I actually had a long (ish) conversation with my cousin this morning. I don’t really know him very well, because it’s been around 9 years since the last time I saw him. Anyway I realized he has a little lisp when he speaks. Yet, I think it suits him. He was informing me of the future development plans Mauritius has in mind. I must say that I will try my best to come back in 5 years to be able to see these pivotal changes.

There was a “braderie” at Caudan. I honestly had to idea what that word meant. For those who like me, have poor vocabulary, it means that there are sales. I went to see these apparently 50% to 80% sales. Unfortunately, my shopping trip did not land me with many bags in hand containing great deals. In contrast, I walked out with nothing. There were so many people, that it was so hard to find things. It was like those scenes you see on tv when the ladies are at a store and almost killing each other for that cute little top. Ok…so it wasn’t as violent as those scenes, but people were still a little pushy…

As some of the few people that read this blog might have noticed, I changed the song that is playing. The artist of the song is Christophe Maé. He sounds like a girl at times when he sings, but I like his song “Belle Demoiselle” (which the one playing). I was only able to find 30 seconds of the song, but here’s a link where you can watch the video:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=xcHQXYPTGw4

I think he’s from France…but anyway I keep hearing him on the radio here in Mauritius and I wanted to share. Enjoy!

Mauritius Day 12: My Heart, More Shopping and Yoga

Since this morning, my heart has been beating so fast to the point where it gives me a headache. This is the reason why I had an ECG done on me, which led to the 24 hour heart monitor right before my trip to Mauritius. It is quite irritating, because it affects my breathing as well. Actually, these “heart palpitations” have been reoccurring frequently today…

Anyway I woke up quite late and I went shopping once more. I found great jeans again on this shopping trip. These fit better than the last, they are almost a pair I would consider “my favorite/perfect jeans”. Furthermore, I found the cutest key chains and after a little round of bargaining, I was offered a reasonable price. I might have to back again sometime next week, if my prom dress doesn’t fit me properly. I have a wedding attend and I was actually planning on wearing my prom dress, but I’m not sure if it fits well anymore…

This afternoon, I had no plans. Therefore, I decided to join my uncle in for yoga class. It was interesting. I found it actually quite funny how they kept the windows and doors open. Instead of in a quiet, serene environment, our yoga class was taking place with sounds of traffic, honking, busses, etc…that could be heard. Nonetheless, I tried my best to focus on my breathing and to relax.

Tomorrow…more shopping I believe…

Mauritius Day 11: Still Sick, Street Shopping, Road Accident and Picture Posting

I’m still sick. I must say I really dislike my big runny nose right now. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll feel better after a good night sleep. Anyway, I went to some street shops today. I was actually able to bargain a bit. I am proud.

The man and I argued. He started by offering a price at 150 rupees. :
- 150 rupees
- 100
- 140
- 130 (smiling)
- 140 (he repeated)
- 130 (smiling again)
- ok 135

It wasn’t an amazing bargaining accomplishment but since it was I who did it, I consider it to be of value. Since I’m not that good at bargaining, I don’t usually bargain actually…

There was this accident today where I was walking by. Apparently this man was crossing the streets and he got hit by a car. Word around says he died. I didn’t witness the accident, but the blood was still there. Later tonight actually when I was chatting away on msn with my friend, he was telling me that apparently Mauritius holds a high record for fatal road accidents.

Pictures are finally up on Facebook. I was at my other uncle’s house and he had a card reader that was hooked to the laptop. I’m also going to add pictures to my previous posts as well as this one later if I have time.

Mauritius Day 10: Cold, "Cou Cou" and Mini Language Barrier

I think I’m sick…perhaps a cold? This is quite ridiculous though, I’m in a tropical island and I get a cold? I spent around an hour closing my eyes after lunch in the boutique since I couldn’t keep them open. I believe I might have dosed off for a little fraction of that hour, but I’m not completely certain of that. However, one thing I am sure of is that my runny nose used up a lot of tissue during that elapsed time.

Following my “nap”, I walked to a quincallerie, which belongs to my mom’s old neighbours. I talked and talked. I seem to be doing quite a lot of that in Mauritius, in addition with eating…

This afternoon before dinner, I met my cousin’s son! He is adorable and he liked me too! It’s amusing, because Mauritian Chinese people attribute me as the little boy’s aunt, because he is my cousin’s son (I think it’s only Mauritian Chinese people who do that). Therefore, they were telling him to call me “Coucou”. (which means aunt, but you say Coucou to your aunts on your dad’s side, and Yiyi or Ah yi…or I’m no sure…to the aunts on your mom’s side). However, having him calling me that made me sound so old…

I also saw my Pak pak (oldest uncle on my dad’s side) this evening. He told me I looked exactly like my dad. A lot of people are telling me that lately. Yet, it doesn’t make so much sense, because in Canada everyone tells me that I bear a striking resemblance to my mother?

He and my uncle got into a little discussion. I believe my Pak pak wanted to know my opinion, but it was hard to figure out what was going on since he was talking to my uncle in mostly Chinese. Furthermore, his wife (who is actually Chinese) was conversing with me, but she also was speaking more Chinese than Creole. I understood the important bits she was saying but for the piece that were incomprehensible…well I just nodded and smiled.

Mauritius Day 9: Window Shopping, Little Boy Tantrum and The Cutest Little Girl

I started my day by visiting old family friends of the family. But one of them (an “uncle”) is really sick. At first I didn’t recognize him, since he has loss so much weight, but afterward when I was talking to him, I could see some old resemblances.

Afterward, I went do some shopping with my mom’s old neighbour. However, it turned out to be more window shopping. At one point, we walked into a baby clothe store and there was a cute boy standing in the corner smiling at my friend (also my mother’s old neighbour’s daughter) and I. My friend went closer and he shrieked! Literally. Furthermore, he started yelling: “Awer! Awer!”. I realized he was trying to say “Aller! Aller!”, which means he was telling us to go. It was funny, because his mom came and laughed and gave him a cookie and then he was all smiling again and fine. It is either that the child is showing symptoms ressembling that of bipolar,or perhaps my friend and I are just repulsive.

We also went to visit my mom’s old neighbour’s other daughter. Who is now married and who also has the cutest little girl I have ever seen in my entire life. She showed us all her shoes, her toys and her sun glasses. So adorable! We watched tv all together and chatted on msn and webcammed with the girls' (sisters'/neighbour's daughters') brother who is in australia. On tv there was "Nouvelle Star" on, it was funny watching the french aspiring singers perform english songs, since some of them had quite the thick accent.

Oh I finally finished my book, yesterday night actually (instead of sleeping). I was good! I can’t wait to get my hands on the next one of the series. I was also looking at my Biological Psychology book (yes...I brought it..it was in case I was bored and had finished my other book), and I didn't read it. While looking at it, I was actually thinking to myself: "what did I get myself into?...Summer school..gahhh" (for those who don't know when I come back from this trip, I will be taking summer school).

I will try and post pictures up soon. Either on this blog or on facebook. I'm just having a little technological predicament at the moment.

Mauritius Day 8: More Family Visits, Lost Allergy Pills and Calender Planning

I’m actually feeling quite lazy. Therefore this post will be of a short length. Anyway, this morning I could not find my allergy pills. This is not extremely alarming, but sometimes when I eat something, turns out it contained nuts. In situations like those, having those pills would be of great help. Well I’ll keep looking.

More family visitations were done today. Amongst was a visit to my great aunt. Finally at her house I was able to see a picture of my great grand mother. I hear so much of grand-mère Sabine.

I finally got a converter and charged my Canadian phone. When I was just playing around with it I was started planning my weekends (well attempting to) and I realized there is not much time left. I have only 3 weekends left, which 2 are completely booked already.

Mauritius Day 7: Driving Skills, Indian Food and Chinese Tea

My Dad's second eldest brother came to pick me up today at noon with my aunt. Prior to the pick up I enjoyed a quiet morning (I had time to read my book, which I'm still not done reading). I realized that my orientation/direction problem might be a problem that runs in the family. My uncle would always ask my aunt: "I turn left or I turn right?"...for people who know me, this must surely remind you of a car ride with me.

They brought me shopping and I bought 2 shirts. For the rest of the day, all three of us just ate and conversed. I'm realizing that I'm having quite a dilemma in Mauritius. When I don't eat a LOT (I mean of monstrous proportions) they think I don't like the food. As much as I assure them that this is not the case and that I'm just really full from my last meal, they will not take it...Also I have come to the realization that if in one day I'm visiting 10 people, I must be prepared to drink and eat 10 times (again in huge proportions).

Anyway back to today. Before we went out for dinner, I had a fascinating conversation with my uncle about psychology. He was a teacher for the deaf and he took some psych courses. We were exchanging knowledge and I must say I found it quite interesting (I’m a loser…I find psych really exciting).

For dinner, we went to an Indian restaurant. It was really good! For desert, we went to get some ice cream. I was told it was one of the best in the country. While was eating, I got a call on my cell phone (“mobile” or “portable” in Mauritius, which I still can’t bring myself to say when I’m in a conversation)…and to my surprise it was my mom! The day ended with some good Chinese tea that my uncle and aunt brought back from china when they went on vacation.

Mauritius Day 6: More Little Notes and Some Walking

I woke up today with a note and keys beside me. My uncle and my aunt had gone to work already (each set of uncles and aunts leave me little notes in the morning...it's cute). The note indicated to me that my uncle was going to pick me up at noon to bring me to the boutique. I enjoyed my time alone. It was nice, the quiet...I could silently be lost in my thoughts...actually not that I have so much to think about. Anyway, after brunch (I guess), my uncle arrived. During the car ride I occupied myself by taking pictures of the scenery.

Today was also another quiet day, I spent some time reading in the boutique (I'm still not done the book Twilight, I'm either a slow reader or I'm not always presented with enough time...I think it's a bit of both) until my aunt brought me to another restaurant to eat lunch. Seriously, I think when I come back to Canada I will have to join a gym, or run everyday to loose the extra pounds I'm most likely going to gain.

After lunch, my other aunt and the Korean girl came to meet me and we were off to do some shopping. I'm sort of picky with clothes sometimes, however I still managed to find this Abercrombie and Finch shirt for my Brother and I. It was a lot cheaper then what I would have found in Canada, I was quite pleased.

The Korean girl departed to go to get ready for her evening classes and my aunt and I kept walking some more. We walked quite some distance in the heart of Port Louis. I was sweating...not profusely...but still sweating. I was shocked to see people walking around in long sleeved shirts and pants. I was feeling quite the heat in my t-shirt and my capris and yet they seemed to be so comfortable.

During our walk, we ran into my dad's old friend. They had gone to university together. I didn't remember his name, but he reminded me of it.

Anyway it is dinner time soon. Later I will be visiting my dad's eldest brother. The age difference is quite amusing. When this uncle was getting married, my father was 6 years old. This uncle's child, therefore my cousin, has a daughter that is only 2 years my junior. This should promise to be an interesting visit.

Mauritius Day 5: Bus Ride and Boutique Work

This morning I was awoken at around 6:30 to go to Port-Louis with my uncle. However, my uncle and my aunts then decided that maybe it was too early and that maybe the helper could come and bring me later. This did not lead to more sleep for me at all. I tried to desperately fall back asleep, but I couldn’t. I then decided to get up, shower and went on the computer. One of my best friends sent me an email and it made me laugh so much. I was quite content I was home alone at the moment, since had my uncle and aunts been home…well they would hear random laughter coming from upstairs. My laugh can be very…yeah.

Anyway the helper came soon after and we were on our way to Port-Louis. We took the bus. It was a nice trip, we conversed about life. Without doubt, I must say, that she is one the most kindhearted person I know. She genuinely loves to talk and help others. I also admire her for the sacrifices she has done in her life for her younger siblings in times when her family was stricken with poverty. Our insightful conversation came to halt when we arrived to my uncle’s work. I was left with my uncle and she left soon after.

My uncle and I went to the bank once more. Unfortunately the matters are still not resolved and we are going to see another bank again some time soon.

Following, I found myself with my mom’s good old friend (also an old neighbour). I went out for lunch with her, her husband and her daughter. I spent the rest of the day at their little boutique. I’m not sure how to explain what they sell…actually their little boutique is like a mini Home Depot. My mom’s friend had me sit on a chair behind the counter. When the boutique was busy, clients were asking me questions. The look I had on my face was that of utter confusion. Luckily, at that moment a worker would come to my rescue and aid those clients.

I finished the rest of my quiet day by taking pictures of the flowers in my aunt’s and uncle’s garden. Before dinner I tried to get the dogs to stay still to take a picture. 2 out of 3 are barely 1 year old yet, therefore making them quite hyper and full of motion. I’ll have to try another time.

Also I’m starting to realize when my own cell phone rings. …Ok rewind…I was given a phone about 2 days ago from my aunt to use in Mauritius. However I’m not used to it. When it rings, I always think it’s someone else’s, only to find out that it was mine. But, I’m recognizing it now!

Mauritius Day 4: Sleeping In, Father Almost Look Alike and Great Jeans

For the first time in Mauritius, I slept in today. As I woke up and went down the stairs I heard a knocking on the door. It was the helper, she came to iron clothes. I knew her from my last trip; she was taking care of my grandma when she was deep into the Alzheimer illness.

Following my shower and my quick breakfast, I called my cousin’s Korean girlfriend. She got my uncle or her future possible father in law, to come pick me up. In the car I couldn’t help but stare. He did not actually completely resemble my dad, but some of his features did. His hands, were almost exactly the way my dad’s looked, except his finger nails were kept shorter. He also had the same nose as well amongst the other resemblances.

Arrived at his home, I was greeted by the Korean girl and given a tour of the home. Following that we had lunch, or what would be called in Mauritius Déjeuner (Breakfast = Petit Déjeuner, Lunch = Déjeuner, Dinner = Dîner). I realized my uncle was really interested in the global warming issue. He actually had sent a letter to the health department of the country asking to stop the use of pesticides on the fruits and vegetables in the country. Unfortunately his attempt only got him another letter from them explaining that the use of pesticides was needed because the tourist needs. It was strange I couldn’t even remember the last time I properly spoke to him. It had been 8 years since we last spoke. He advised me to not reach too far into a career because I was a girl. He said guys would be intimidated by me. I didn’t know how to take that comment. I was I to let the little feminist in me come out, or let this go. I decided to smile and nod, because I have always believed that it is true that true hardcore feminists are intimidating to men, guys, etc…although this is another issue. It’s my life so we’ll see, either way I only want to have a Masters for now…possible PhD perhaps I dream for later.

I spent the rest of my day with my other uncle. The bank was big, like the one’s you see in movies. The TD Canada Trust bank I go to in Canada is the one in Hillcrest mall (which is small), so maybe this is why I think this bank is big.

We then went shopping in Rose-Hill. I got a t-shirt and a pair of jeans so far. I’m very pleased with the pair of jeans. It is so unbelievably hard for me to find jeans. I either feel too fat, or too skinny. In other words, my hips are too big for my legs, or my legs are too skinny for my hips. However, I found a pair that fit perfectly, with the minor fact that I’m clearly way to short and I need to get them cut at the bottom.

I finish this post by saying, my “a bit of weirdness” situation has increased by ten folds between this post and the last.

Mauritius Day 3: Meeting The "Big" Uncle, A Day With A Korean Girl and A Bit of Weirdness

This morning started out with a visit to my “Big” uncle. I call him that because he owns the LG Dragon Electronics in Mauritius. Well at first I went to see my older cousin. It was funny he was in a room in a tie walking around talking on his cell phone and occasionally hitting his cigarette on the tip of the window. I walked towards him and when he saw me, his face made me realize that he didn’t know I was coming to Mauritius. He has gotten older, for a split second I was considering that perhaps his expression was not due to the fact that he didn't know i was coming but more to the fact that this person was not my cousin and had no idea who i was. Thankfully, he was my cousin.

When I went to go see my uncle I felt a little intimidated. I walked into his office and he greeted me and then told me to sit. His office was really nice and very Chinese. The paintings and writing all gave a sense of little china in his office. When we walked out and I followed him to his apartment, all the workers were staring. It was quite embarrassing. We had a nice talk on medicine of our society. We compared medication; it was interesting to see the difference between Korean allergy pills and my Canadian ones.

I spent the rest of my day with my cousin’s Korean girlfriend. She was really fun and nice to hang around with. We agree a lot on style: she has chucks, she has a purse like me, etc…At around 3 in the afternoon, she asked me if I wanted to get some beer with her, and I agreed. She got 2 tall glasses (for her and I) and we sat and spoke as we drank our beer. She confessed that she used to drink beer everyday, but lately her stomach was kind of sick so she had had no beer for a month and today was her first time again. She was happy!

Now moving on the bit of weirdness…I have a friend, I know him for a very long time. Anyway he liked me apparently the last time I went to Mauritius and he got me a gift and confronted me before I left the country (I found out today, that my cousin apparently helped him pick it out). This afternoon/evening, he was asking on whether I still remember that and if I gave it away. I replied yes to the first question and no to the second. As our conversation continued he was asking me if I had a boyfriend etc…All I could think of was: “could you not think of something else to ask me and keep these questions of curiosity for later on in the conversation, not near the beginning, so it’s not too out of blew”. Either way he’s a nice guy though, a good cousin (he’s like a cousin) that I will hope to see more him as this trip unfolds.

Mauritius Day 2: Tasty Sandwich, Many Old Faces and Crazy Driving

I slept from I believe around 2 in the afternoon the day of my arrival until 12 AM. I got hungry so I went downstairs to get some food and went back to sleep again. My second awakening was at 7 o’clock. I got out of bed and my aunt and uncle were already awake. When I’m back in Canada, I usually eat leftovers for breakfast, therefore huge breakfasts as some may see it. However, it is important to note that I eat leftovers not because of my immense appetite but more because in the morning I am either in a rush or too lazy…therefore leftovers heated in the microwave seems like the best idea. Anyway my uncle and aunt had on the table ready for me, this plate full of rice, chicken and vegetables. I couldn’t finish it, the amount was to much for the size of my stomach.

Around noon, we went to Jumbo in Riche-Terre (not Riche-Lieu, my apologies cousin), to get some groceries. Since it was lunch time I was offered some more food by my aunt and uncle. I got a panini sandwich with cheese and Marlin inside. It was so good! I really loved it. As we left the grocery store, I saw my other uncle and my aunt and I was saying hi to them, I saw more family friends a few meters away. It was really funny.

After groceries, along with my uncle and my aunt I visited more family and family friends. We then returned to my new home for 5 weeks. I had a little amount of time to shower before more company came. Truthfully a few moments after my shower and my hair blow drying, more company came. Amongst those company was one of my best friend's cousins and the uncle and aunt I saw at Jumbo previously that day.

This is getting long, so I’m going to finish it quick. I ended up going with uncle and aunt set number 2 (ones I saw at Jumbo) to visit more people. And after some dinner many mosquito bites I find myself here at their house…typing away.

One last thing, the driving in Mauritius is CRAZY! Seriously.

Mauritius Day 1: Allergies and Sleep Deprived

I was so unbelievably tired. The consequences of no sleep on Air Mauritius were really having its affects on me. My uncle and my Aunt brought me to breakfast (it was 8 in the morning when I landed) after going back to their house and leaving my stuff there and my nice shower. The breakfast gave me allergies..I don't know why...I was also very tired and it was hard to keep up with what was going on around me.

Their new house is really nice, I really like the inside. When I look outside of my window I see a lot of green (trees and grass) and mountains. I also realized that I speak really fast. My uncle and my aunt have me repeat things sometimes...it makes me laugh.

In Canada, I'm no doubt a Mauritian. But now in Mauritius I have never felt so Canadian. Maybe that will change as this trip goes on...we'll see.

The 17 Hour Trip

Air Canada: My seat was beside the window, which made me so happy. I also had this interesting conversation with a man that sat beside me. I don’t know his name and he doesn’t know min either. Anyway he is a sound engineer and was on board towards England to go see a concert with a close long time friend of his (since kindergarden). We found ourselves discussing different genres of music and we also labeled an opinion on it. After some talking, eating and sleep, in 5 hours the plane landed in England.

Heathrow Airport: I got my cream taken away from me, it was not 100mL. The guy who searched my bag was nice. I thought he was going to me mean, since the person who went before me and him, got into a little discussion and he seemed rude. Either way he asked me about my trip and I was enjoying the English accent. I think one thing I did at Heathrow was listen to the workers talk. I love English accents. So I got some Starbucks with my friend’s aunt and uncle (they were going to Mauritius as well). It tasted great! When we went back to our seats, I was trying to take cool pictures of the cups. As I was doing so, this man said… “ça c’est de la globalisation…”. This was the start point of my conversation on globalization and the variation of French around the world, with this French couple from Bruxelle heading for Montreal.

Air Mauritius: I got into the aircraft and I was very content that this was the last step to Mauritius. I loved the seats, they were green!...with orange pillows. My screen was not working so I changed spots to sit beside this girl. It was funny and weird. The girl had the exact same wallet as me and she also had a heart monitor on before going on the trip, which again was like me. She was also Canadian and from Ottawa. We had a conversation about education and movies. I watched P.S I love you first on my screen. It was so embarrassing. The movie made me think of what happened to my mom…and I cried and cried (I killed babies, the person who knows this inside joke will get it…a lot of babies). Next I watched the movie Jumper, it was ok? I guess…After that the girl next to me (her name was Sheila) and I talked some more as we were having our dinner. As more hours went by, it was time for us all to sleep. I knew that since they had dimmed all the lights. The result was near complete darkness. I could not sleep since in Canadian time it was only 6 in the evening…so I kept myself busy with my book (which is pretty good I must say). Ok…so skipping to the landing…I looked like I was either dying or on some drug, since I did not sleep at all, and now I was really really tired. It was kind of foggy and cloudy because it was raining. Therefore the view while landing was not as pretty as it could have been, but it was nonetheless, still green and inviting.

Mauritius Here I Come!

I'm leaving my house really soon, therefore this is going to be a very short post. I'm leaving my house to head the airport. I'm going to Mauritius as many of the few people who read this know (actually the start of this blog was for this trip). I haven't seen some of the family living on that little island for 4 years and more. Those who were babies are now walking, talking and attending school. Those who were merely young adults the last time I saw them, are now getting ready to be married and completly in the realm of adulthood (if that makes sense). I'm excited and yet deep inside i still hold this feeling of not wanting to go. I'm going to loose the little independence I have here at home and also I will miss my family and friends (you all know who you are)...Anyway Mauritius here I come!

The Square Root of Three

This is from the movie Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay. I love this poem.

I’m sure that I will always be

A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed

The Mind and The Heart

I was always a person who thought that emotions were in the control of the individual who was feeling them or of the individuals who held them. However, I started to realize a little while ago, that it’s not true at all. Even I, a person who always thought that emotions are switched on and off, have been proven otherwise, in her own emotional predicaments.

Today I was talking to every good friend of mine and he had said “the mind and the heart don’t always agree”, and I believe he is completely right. As a matter of fact, I would also say that perhaps they rarely do agree.

I don’t know where I’m going with this post. But in the midst of conversation with my friend, I started to realize there are certain things that maybe I should start to accept and move along or move on (how ever you want to say it). Instead of being stuck and frozen…I guess time will tell, I thought that I had reached this point many times, but to my dismay I had not. So we’ll see about this new attempt.