nndamia

+I deleted my Friendster Blog, and because I never did actually finish writing this particular post, decided to repost it here to remind me to get back to it, cant seem to recall the point,or points i was trying to get across though..

I have read about ladies like me in books, watched ladies like me in movies, heard about ladies like me from peoples stories and at times, even judge other ladies based on the same characteristics I possess.

and today after having realize this horrible truth that I am no different than them, I am ashamed. Although most of these ladies are those I think highly of.

Everything I stand for, and this whole idealistic approach I have for life is... tiring.

Is it because I had to witness my parents separation at such a young age? Although, they have never once made my siblings and I feel like we come from a broken home, being so young and naive we’ve had to learn and understand a different way of life. Not that I am complaining, my parents have never made us want for more, even during hard times. Having been brought up by a single father of such admirable characteristics has made me the person I am today, my thoughts, my ways of thinking and style, the love and passion for life, love and all its works, I acquired from him.

My mom , a real toughie, the way she has managed her life and lived through it. I still pray and hope for better days for her, filled with nothing but happiness that she truly deserves. But, she’s no different than other mothers, she worries and loves and would sacrifice everything for her children.

They have never imposed anything upon me, so all these traits within me are self ..

Whatchamacaullit? The word for thought+ learned + influenced to a certain extent + nurtured?

my siblings are my life, and they are the only two who can deprive me from my own happiness and everything that I stand for. I have lived my life loving and protecting them and can not imagine a life of any other. The relevance of this? perhaps being the eldest and having to bear such a responsibility without the help of others has played a role in shaping my identity.

Heartbreaks and the heartaches that come with it, I have gone through some, so have we all. Without Regrets. Hatred. I have come to only remember the good I got out of it.

My teen years, the ‘growing and discovering life and the world’ stage was centred around high spirited and respected ladies from a girls school where ‘girl power’ was thought and that ladies are capable of doing just about anything.

To Be Continued...