Mandy eventually spoke to her parents regarding her love interest. She told them that she’s interested in him romantically and that she’d really like to get to know him better. They acquiesced and told her that they can’t really stop her from seeing him. I guess they are just like any other parents and wouldn’t want to see their daughter hurt. He officially asked her out, with her parents’ permission/consent this past weekend. And now they’re officially a couple. I’m so happy for her. She deserves this, she deserves great things in her life. She is however, a little apprehensive and I think afraid because she doesn’t know what to expect. She already set down the rules with him i.e. no sleeping around, sleeping over…he’s even cutting out the Alcohol for her. I told her to take each day as it comes, stay true to herself and not to screw it up otherwise I’m going to kick her ass. I really hope it works out for them.
Sadly though, Mariam hasn’t been so lucky. A lot has happened since Mufti dropped her off at her parents a couple of months ago. She eventually returned to his home after discussions and negotiations to return ensued between the two families. However, when she returned they beat her up, quite badly, leaving scars all over her back. She stayed anyway and after a month, Mufti decided to send her to Jordan to visit her family for a short holiday. While she was there, the swine divorced her and a few days later she found out that she was pregnant. Now to be pregnant and alone in Jordan is dangerous. If she doesn’t present the divorce papers, they will consider her unborn child to be illegitimate and ostracize them from society. It will bring great shame to the family as well. But the fucking SWINE contests that the unborn child is his and even refuses to send the divorce papers to her, so that she can live in peace. To anyone defending him, maybe you’ll want to present his case in front of The Almighty and see how that pans out. My prayers are with her.
It’s been 12 days and chocolate-less-ness has proved to be a little challenging. It has taken me to the brink of depression and even sprouted grandiose delusions about the world coming to an end, and my impending doom. But I’m glad to report that I’ve survived so far. The first 11 days were horrendous though. I guess this is what a crack addict feels like. Well, onwards and upwards. I still have hot chocolate though, but with water instead of milk.
Gyming is becoming tougher though…well not so much the gyming as the waking up on increasingly colder and darker mornings. I hate winter. So with scant motivation, I drag myself out of bed and make my way there. Thing is, even if I didn’t go and slept for an extra hour it wouldn’t be any easier to get out of bed in the morning, so I might as well go and make the most of it. Good news is that there are considerably less naked people prancing around the changing rooms and showers. I guess most of them have changed their schedules and either go in the afternoon when it is much warmer, or the cold keeps their jelly bits at bay in the comfort of their own homes.
MBA has proved quite challenging too. MBA + Chocolate-less-ness = Nervous Breakdown. But I've recently discovered that it really is mind over matter. And alot of it is not what you know, it's what you can DO. I was kicked out of my origianl group though...we were 10 and only 8 are allowed to be in a group according to Professor. And being the only non-black/non-white, ten points for guessing who was first to go. I'm not complaining though, this new group is proving to be fantastic, more diverse and less procrastination. They're also more organised and group meets are even closer to home then before. We meet every consecutive Tuesday evening...or when it's necessary. I do feel a little out of my league though, every now and then. But thats the whole point innit? Whats the use of studying something and knowing all the answers...the whole point is to learn and be taken out of my comfort zone. I should stop bitching, I'm beginning to irritate myself.
I have the best parents in the world. I could gush about them the whole day that’s how much I love them. I’ll stop before I get all emo and start crying like a freaking baby. But even when we are at each other’s throats and I’m positive that one of them is going to give me an Aneurism, I can still count on them and I could not have asked for better parents. They just know when something isn’t right with one of us…all of them, even Step-Ma…and the way they rally around us, pushing us forward, believing in us when we don’t believe in ourselves, it’s phenomenal. Ok, ok…I said I’m not going to get all emo here…*tear*…I’m such a sap. Anyways, I can always rely on one of them to make me feel better, to calm my irrational fears and ease my emotional discomfort.
So Daddy popped in for a quick visit with Step-Ma and little peanut in tow. And after enduring the ritual competitive argument between the Exes; Father complaining about Mother’s smoking habits (since he quit smoking over 7 months ago); and Mother’s retaliation on Father’s sugar addiction (since she quit sugar 9 months ago) while the rest of us roll about with laughter; we eventually got talking about life and the decisions we make that dictate the paths we lead.
My father is a wise and philosophical man who never misses the opportunity to impart his wisdom and knowledge to us at any given moment in time. He said it best:
“Life is about learning lessons. It’s like a man on a journey, who trips on a stone in the road. He has to learn from that mistake and be careful in the future, remember where that stone is, so that he doesn’t fall again. But if the man keeps on tripping on the same stone, and he doesn’t learn anything, then he should just be fucking buried there.” :D
We laughed so much. My Dad cracks us up. But he’s right. Mother always says death is over-rated, but that at least they’ll get to eat Dhal and Rice. Take it one day at a time, be true to yourself, work smart, play hard, pray often, be good. LIVE
Conclusion: So what if I die? I won’t care, I’d be dead! Now back to making the most of my life on earth. I want 2, 4 or 6 kids...no odd numbers. Crisis OVER :D