claire

a disclosure

It’s been a while since I’m in the mood to blog. But today, Sunday, at home, peaceful, with droplets of rain on my window, mist covered green mountains when I look beyond the pouring rain, and Adele singing “When the rain is blowing in your face…” on my lappy, gives me just the right atmosphere to jot down my thoughts.

9 days at home, 9 more days to go and my vacation ends. Dayum! Someone please stop the time!

This time, my stay at home is being with the family, mostly with my nieces and nephew. My third niece Puipuii (5 years) has been sleeping with me ever since I returned. And the elder two, Feli and Dindini are all grown up, Feli has become more of a big girl now, we now wear the same shoe size! Kids these days, they grow up too fast. I got them an Angry bird plaything, and they have been busy with it. I got them ‘Angry bird’ erasers, lots of ‘em. Why all stuffs from Angry birds? They love ‘em, I do too, and I wanna play with it too *GRIN*. I’ve written much about these three angels on “My beautiful angels” post, so I feel now I am obliged to write about the younger two, or when they grow up and read my blog, they’ll be sad to see their Aunty not writing anything about them :-)

Pekpeka (2 years, 11 months): He’s my one and only nephew, and the fairest among the five. He is such a sweet boy. Since he lives with his parents in a separate house, I don’t know much to say about his habits, but one thing I’m sure of, he is very very obedient. When he was a baby, he used to be very chubby, we called him “lalpathaua” and his sis Puipuii would call him “ai pathau”. If he wants attention, he would repeatedly call me “A ni” even after responding umpteen times. Our conversation would mostly go on like this: “A ni”, “ei ah” “A ni”, “ei ah” “A ni”, “ei ah” “A ni”, “ei ah” “A ni”, “ei ah” “A ni”, “ei ah” “A ni”, “ei ah”……………… :D He is uber-cool, the gentle kind. He doesn’t beat girls, and sometimes he allows girls to beat him :-). But when the limit is reached, he can be quite manful. He knows when to show “He’s the man!”, yeah, my kind of man :D



Himhimi (2 years, 1 month): This one, she follows me everywhere! Pekpeka calls her “Mim-mim-i” since he cannot pronounce H, and I have been calling her like that, coz it sounds like my name :-) I taught her her first word, which is “A ni” :D. Her mom had some complications during her carriage, and they had to make tough decisions, but by God’s grace, she was born healthy, and hence we named her “Grace” and she has been everyone’s favorite ever since. He, I mean she is just like a boy. (hihi). Very tough, very naughty, playful, she prefers playing with balls over barbies, she has Ben10 crocs, she doesn’t like to wear dresses and hair clips. The other night, she slept with me, her first time away from her parents. Everything was fine until midnight when she woke up and said its time to get up. She kept telling its morning already. I tried to make her sleep but she wouldn’t. So, 3 am, she was watching Nursery rhymes with bro Siama  who’s room is next to mine. That night, everyone except dad got up and tried to put her back to sleep. So funny! Finally she came back to me at 3:30 am, and we could finally put our eyes to rest.





I have plans coming up this week. Mom’s chemo is on 17th, and I can finally take her again. Dinner plans with two groups of friends, Picnic plans (hopefully), a date with Ruati at The Coffee Place (Zarkawt), etc.  All I wanna do now, is stop the time, and spend more time with everyone here. So much to do, so little time! Huhuiz! ciao

Resolutions, yup, I’ve made so many, but is always hard to keep. Few months back, I made a resolution to keep myself, ya know, healthy :D. Being all alone in a hostel, that too in a single room has made waking up ‘early’ in the morning to be one of the hardest tasks. At home, mom or dad or my nieces are my faithful alarm clocks. No matter how many times you “snooze” them, you can’t turn them off, they keep coming back. When I first came to this campus in the year 2009 for a week training, I was in awe of its beauty. I thought to myself if only I had the chance to stay here, I’d be doing so many wonderful things, like staying in the lab 24/7 or jogging around the vast campus having three beautiful lakes inside. And then it struck me. “I should start jogging”. So I started. I had all the time in the world to finish off bath, laundry, quiet time, breakfast, toilet stuffs, broom the room – all after jogging. It felt great. One of my friend joined me later, we went on for a month or so, but exams started approaching, and I couldn't get myself to sleep early (I know, I know.. excuses excuses!) which led me back to square one. I started taking apples, fruit juices and made sure to drink at least four liters of water a day. Consuming apples and fruit juices stopped, trying my best in coping up with the water though. Do I look fit and fine? Nope! As a matter of fact, I’m gaining weight, even though my BMI is 22.3 which is normal (what's yours? :P). Is my skin glowing? Nah! Have my pimples disappeared? Not at all, they re-emerge once in a while. In short, I am now a disorganized undisciplined fat lazy bum!

In our hostel, we, a bunch of girls meet every night to pray. What we usually do is, we sing songs, read ‘Our Daily bread’ and passages from the Bible; share our experiences, share our prayer points and pray for each other. The other night, one of the girls commented that doing all these, we are not living up to it; she said we should put into action, not just getting accustomed with it. Well, in my opinion, I don’t know what I’d be without these girls. Getting to bow my head every night to pray, no matter how good or bad the day may be, has made me lived these past six months without deep regrets. But, maybe she’s right too, maybe we should put in more efforts. And so we came up with a plan last night. Starting from today, we are going to make weekly resolutions. Our first resolution is - read at least two chapters from the Bible every day, for a week. My regular routine is just one which I sometimes rush for the sake of reading. Today, I earnestly read three! And then in the second week, there will be another resolution, like maybe kneeling down while praying, or praising at least one person a day, or no wasting food week, or we can even add waking up early to jog, the list goes on. These are some of the things I have in mind, haven’t discussed it with the girls yet. And whoever finds it useful can keep up with the old resolutions but that’s not mandatory, or else it may pile up, and become a burden. We can experiment ourselves with different kinds of good deeds and keep the ones we want. And I’m hoping this will do me good, to get back on track, be more organized instead of wailing about my bad habits. 

And today was, and still is a bad day. The kind of day you find out when things may not turn out the way you planned. The kind of day when you find out that you have been misjudged. To think that you did everything perfect, started off well, reached the lab on time, read the Bible; and still, it’s ending up bad. But then again, maybe it’s for these times that doing something good will help me keep calm, if not for the resolution, I might be crying right now, but I ain’t, and I won’t!