Monday, 30 August 2010

Blog Challenge

So my cousin, Tamara, thought of "entering" the Blog Challenge she found on Stephanie's blog.
Me, always up for a challenge (pfft. I know, right? Hah) thought of joining her.
The idea is to blog 30 days in a row.
Fortunately you don't have to make up what to talk about every single day, there're guidelines to make everything easier.

30 days Blog Challenge:

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore yesterday
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your favourite vacation
Day 17 – Your favourite memory
Day 18 – Your favourite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favourite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment

Some encouragement might be needed occasionally. (Like, every day)

The Gypsy

Thursday, 26 August 2010

Maybe 3 is a charm

Last night it was a hit again: Tamara, my cousin, got a call from her transplant doctor, that they had lungs for her. They got picked up by an ambulance, raced to the hospital, whilst the lungs were checked and re-checked.

A rollercoaster of emotions: Surprise, hammering heart at the tension and stress and hope that follow. When you hear that it gets cancelled only minutes before the actual anaesthetic, because the lungs couldn't be taken out without getting severely damaged, it's a disappointment like you can't believe.

This being the second time this happens, I genuinely hope that the third time, will be:
1. soon
2. a success.

The Gypsy

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Random thinking

Something weird struck me today, and I don't know if I can quite explain it.

I've said this before, and I'll say it again, I will always find it odd and a tad hypocritical if a guy will get jealous when his girlfriend kisses another guy, but will be okay with the fact (he might even like it) when the same girlfriend was to kiss another girl.

A girl, when dumped for another guy, will still feel it was her fault, her wrong-doing, not his gay-ness. A guy doesn't complicate things: If she falls for girls, that's just his tough luck.
Maybe women should start the "it's simple" technique. Makes life easier.

It was a deeper, longer analysis than the summary I've typed here. I just feel exhausted now, which is why this is the short version.
I don't even know what triggered it. Maybe I don't really want to know.

The Gypsy.