Thee Local Lasagne

One of those meals that prove difficult to pronounce at first for many, with an Italian twist to it, a little like my sir name had to do that. Of course if its pronunciation is complicated, so does your perception on how it’s prepared, or at least that’s what we thought. The moment I hear someone has prepared some lasagne, I would internally wave my hands up and down for them.

So every time we pass by the pasta aisle in Nakumatt, Dion and I would take a moment to look at the lasagne sheets and make a mental note on how we’re going to try it out one of these days. You speak over the things you want to do, even when you know you’re not able to do it immediately. Challenge yourself, it becomes a short term goal and the next thing you know, you’re somehow working towards it – even when you think you’re not, it eats up your mind until you do it.

I digress. So on our leave week, we said this is it. It really did feel like a mini-project, considering we really didn’t want it to backfire because we were in dire desire of a delish meal #IJustRhymed. Onto the net we went. Just so you know, Dion’s usually the Chef (he figures the whole meal out – from the ingredients, the complexities, the steps), while I play the Sous Chef (the one that does all the manual labor – the mixing, the whisking, the measuring, the cleaning – works a lot on making you submissive because you have to follow instructions to the dot). We did a little consulting here and there, for extra tips, besides what the net was giving us – others have been on the same road, and we didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes – it really helped.

A shout out to Makena for the “slightly cooking lasagne sheet” tip. Here’s the recipe;

Ingredients

  • 2 teaspoons olive oil
  • 1 brown onion – chopped
  • 2 garlic cloves, crushed
  • 500g beef mince
  • 3 diced tomatoes
  • ¼ cup tomato paste
  • Salt & freshly ground black pepper
  • Olive oil, extra, to grease
  • 10 fresh lasagne sheets
  • ½ cup coarsely grated mozzarella
  • Mixed salad leaves, to serve

Cheese / Béchamel Sauce

  • 1L milk
  • 1 brown onion – chopped
  • Fresh parsley stalks
  • Salt, ground black pepper, bay leaves, nutmeg – you can throw in your spice.
  • 60g butter
  • Two 1/3 cup plain flour
  • 1 cup finely grated cheddar

Step 1: Prepare the Minced Beef

Heat the oil in a large frying pan over medium heat. Add the onion and garlic and cook, stirring, for 5 minutes or until onion softens. Add the mince and cook, stirring with a wooden spoon to break up any lumps, for 5 minutes or until mince changes color. Add the tomato and tomato paste, and bring to the boil. Reduce heat to low. Simmer, uncovered, stirring occasionally, for 30 minutes or until sauce thickens slightly. Remove from heat. Taste and season with salt and pepper.

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Step 2: Prepare the Cheese Sauce/ Béchamel Sauce

  1. In a different medium sauce pan, combine the milk, onion, parsley stalks and bring to a simmer over medium heat. Remove from heat and set aside for 15 minutes to infuse.
  2. Strain the milk mixture through a fine sieve into a large jug and discard the solids.
  3. In another different large saucepan, melt the butter over medium-high heat until foaming. Add the flour and cook, stirring, for 1-2 minutes or until mixture bubbles and begins to come away from the side of the pan. Remove from heat.
  4. Gradually pour in half the milk, whisking constantly with the wooden spoon (or balloon whisk), until mixture is smooth. Gradually add the remaining milk, whisking until smooth and combined.
  5. Place saucepan over medium-high heat and bring to the boil, stirring constantly with a wooden spoon, for 5 minutes or until sauce thickens and coats the back of the spoon. Remove from heat. Add the grated cheddar cheese and stir until cheese melts. Taste and season with nutmeg, salt and white pepper.

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Step 4: Prepare the Lasagne Sheets

Put some warm water into a saucepan over medium heat, and place the lasagne in it. Boil it for 2-4 mins. Drain the water and rinse in some cold water. Immediately separate the sheets (or they’ll stick together like glue). It makes them elastic and easier to place on the bowl.

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Step 4: Preparing the Lasagne

  1. Preheat oven to 180°C.
  2. Brush a rectangular ovenproof dish with oil to lightly grease.
  3. Spread one-quarter of the béchamel sauce over the base of the prepared dish.
  4. Arrange the lasagne sheet over the sauce and make sure all edges are covered. Ours needed 4 sheets for the bottom.
  5. Top with one-third of the mince mixture and one-third of the remaining béchamel sauce.
  6. Continue layering with the remaining lasagne sheets, mince mixture and béchamel sauce.
  7. Finishing with a layer of béchamel sauce .
  8. Sprinkle with mozzarella. Place on a baking tray.
  9. Bake in preheated oven for 40 minutes or until cheese melts, is golden brown, and the edges are bubbling.
  10. Remove from oven and set aside for 10 minutes to set.
  11. Step 5: Serve the Lasagne
Lasagna, Foodie,

Finishing with a layer of béchamel sauce. Then we sprinkled some mozzarella cheese on it.

 

 

 

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Step 5: Serving the Lasagne

Cut the lasagne into portions and serve with some veggies. You could devour it on its own, because it’s totally delish, but the green on your plate helps you feel a tad healthy. If you know what I mean. You can then down it with a glass of chilled juice (or Ribena).

Lasagna, Foodie,

Happy cooking lovelies!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

The Traditional Ceremony

I came back from my leave. It seemed long at first, until the days flew by and the next thing I knew, Sunday was here and I was putting my work things together – the handbag I mean. When I get off work, I always throw it in some corner in the house and forget about it – it sort of symbolizes the work – home switch. It sure did feel like opening day when I was resuming on Monday morning. Your brain has to adjust to the environment. However, I totally enjoyed having both a mental and physical break. Sometimes your body and mind need some R&R to restore your mojo for everything.

We also had our Ruracio. You know, the traditional ceremony. Just a sneak peak of what it’s all about. The man’s family first visits the lady’s family, for a formal introduction. In Meru, during this formal introduction, miraa (khat, whether in its physical form or cash) symbolizes the booking of the lady. After this, no other man can come to the lady’s house and declare interest. It also helps that you both no longer have the awkward “this is my friend, good friend” conversation with your parents & relatives every time you meet. They know he’s the man you intend to spend your life with. Then once the introductions have been done, the man’s family is then told what the dowry entails and they’re meant to negotiate for thee lady (me in this case). Traditional ceremonies are fun, but of course when you’re on the spectator part of the field, not when you’re the man in the arena. At that point you’re tense from your hair strands to your toes.

So once the man’s family has negotiated with the lady’s family, comes the 2nd meeting which is the Ruracio. They present part of the dowry to the lady’s parents in the presence of the relatives. Apparently, the dowry can’t be paid all at once. It’s an act that’s done over a lifetime, it’s a relationship that has just began. And that’s how you become traditionally married. It’s no longer, the man’s family now but the in law’s – in love’s perhaps. I’m traditionally someone’s wife now. And the question everyone is asking, is what next? “have you set dates for the wedding?”, “have you gotten a dress?”, “what’s your theme?”, “have you settled on a venue?” No one gives you a break to even absorb the fact that you two just made what was possibly the biggest decision (i.e. a lifetime commitment to each other) in your lives just yet.

But we’re not complaining, we’ll definitely need to be bound by law and make that covenant before God and man. And that’s coming soon to a garden near you. Gadamn! How grown up have we become already?

The ceremony was a small one. With family and close friends in attendance. We invited some, others we forgot, important ones, but it was nothing personal. When you have these events – especially if you’re not an events person or quite the planner, your memory tends to be obscured by the event, that’s all you think & dream, the last thing on your mind are who the guests will be in attendance. While we’d have loved to have everyone on board, it was virtually impossible. There are constraints like; their availability, hosting capability, pressure to deliver, and so on that exist. It’s quite an interesting road to pass through because it opens your eyes and it makes you understand why people do things the way they do.

It’s definitely a story worth narrating another day, and using it to encourage others who are going through the same process. We got a lot of support from family and friends. From our friends, I learnt that sisterhood and brotherhood does exist – that your friends can be there for you, even when you haven’t asked them to be. They volunteer, just because. There’s not a day we lost sleep over how we’ll get some things that were expected of us, despite us being clueless about how to go about getting them – from BIG sufuria’s, leso’s, honey and much more. We got so much encouragement, we shared stories and experiences, we laughed, we ate and we celebrated together. But even better, friendships got sealed & our families got bigger. To us, that’s what mattered the most.

To those who wished us well, we are grateful. Lots of love & light!

Ceremony, Ruracio, Traditional Ceremony, Marriage

*Funny, I barely took any pics with my device, the ones I did were a blur. When I get the some good pics soon (from my baptized photographer of the day), I’ll be sure to share.

Signing off ~~~ *Kawi*

 

When Impressing Becomes Depressing

I get inspired by songs, who doesn’t? I’m the kind of person who loves a song first because of the beat – upbeat, slow-paced, dance-able, catchy tune, gets me distracted, gets my current mood, I can hum along (I never remember lyrics, so I don’t bother, I just hum away or catch up on the bridge) – but even more because of the lyrics (just because I don’t remember, doesn’t mean I don’t listen to them – with a very keen ear by the way). If the lyrics makes so much sense, that artiste wins my heart. I’m that easy to please.

Colbie Caillat, is just but one of the reasons I love country music. I’m more modern than I think I am, at least based on the kind of country music I like. If I gave my mum to listen to her jams, she’ll be like, “that doesn’t sound like country”. Her country is the Kenny Rogers kind.

As I listen to her song “Try”, it speaks ear loads to me and what I see around. So many times, we want to be seen as who we’re not just to please others. You know the “fake it till you make it” kind of thought process. For example, someone gave this example a few years back explaining it, which I found too hilarious. Your dream car is a Mercedes and you can’t wait to make it (of course financially) so that you can get one. But your current state is that you don’t have a car or well, even better, you drive say a Toyota (I don’t why this one would make you feel any lesser than the person who drives a Mercedes). This thought process is such that you carry a Mercedes-Benz key holder with your Toyota keys or with your “imaginary car” keys so that the people you interact with can think you drive a Mercedes. Apparently, they say the faking it is a declaration that enables you to eventually achieve your dream – or pressures you to go get it. There’s some truth that rings to it, I mean you’re being aggressive and declaring your wealth…Amen! But why not be aggressive while accepting the stages of life you’re in – it’s a growth curve.

Why fake it? So that you can impress someone? So that someone can like you better? For some reason, we feel like we have to be some type of way or act some type of way so that someone (funny, it’s mostly people who don’t give a damn about you) can like you. And if we’re not their type of way, we feel the need to go around doing things that can get us to be their type of way or have them validate us. And while at it, we lose ourselves, because we become someone we’re not. Someone who’s driven not by their own passion or desires, but by what they want to prove to others they are, while they are not.

I think the saddest thing would be losing yourself by trying so hard to be whom you’re not, that being who you are or who you’re supposed to be, becomes a mammoth challenge.

It’s a complicated world already even when you’re yourself, so why complicate it further, by trying not to be yourself? Funny that those people we try to impress have their battles too. They may not show it, but they do.  Battles that we don’t even know about, but we feel like when we get their validation, life will be better. Life feels better when you do you, and are good at it – it gives you contentment, a sense of satisfaction even when you have not achieved all that you’d love to achieve just yet.

I usually say this jokingly but I always mean it, “If I don’t have it, I don’t have it. That doesn’t incapacitate me, I’ll work towards it. If I have it, good for me. On to chasing my next dream, because dreams never die.”

Also something about dreams – I imagine that my dream will never be someone else’s dream – you can share goals but not dreams. Even if we all dream to be presidents (whether of the country or a corporation), chances are that we dream of doing it differently and we will do it differently. I’m pretty sure when God made our finger prints different, he made our thought processes just as different too.

Just be you, it might not impress everyone, but it’ll definitely impress someone without making you step out of your skin.

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

#ThrowBackThursday: Campus, Groups and Lessons Learnt!

Today, as I was busy doing my work, minding my business and sipping my water – from a KOR Water Bottle brand placement much, a very random thought crossed my mind, campus days! Not the fun times we had, because we had a lot of those – I treasure my campus mates for that experience. I’m talking about the tough times. The ones that make you wonder why you were studying what you were studying in the first place. I did Business IT in my undergraduate and there are some really difficult and unnecessary courses we did – ethics, computer graphics, programming, business accounts … it’s a long list, those are just a few of which I can remember as I write.

The tough times, really, were managing groups and the complications that come with being in a group. From the selecting members that will be in your group, availability of those group members, handling the assignments, the art of utilizing everyone’s strength within the groups and equally identifying their weakness – because that could be what takes you down, overcoming the group mentality and the solidarity in results.

Selecting group members

This must’ve been the lectures favorite part on the first day of the semester, “now get into groups which you’ll maintain for the rest of the semester.” It must also have been the students’ worst part, because woe unto you if you land into a group you don’t dig or don’t get along with the members. One has to be smart about the people they select to be in their group (if given the choice), else the struggle becomes real. Sometimes you realize you’d rather not select a group based solely on friendship – same concept with business.

Availability of those group members

So you have the group, good stuff. You have a plan as to when you’ll meet, but there’s a conflict of interest. Others are not available, others are not willing to sacrifice a little good time to attend a boring group meetings about assignments. Sucks when you have a group of 6 but only 2 or 3 are available – at all times. It’s very non-progressive.

Handling the assignments

So the 2/3 who meet decide, “Let’s peruse through the assignment and assign each group member a part”. I mean, their contribution is necessary, if not mandatory. You send the assignment and responsibilities to each member and give a “deadline” preferably a few days before due date so that you can work on the correction and formatting. Sounds perfect huh?

Art of utilizing everyone’s strength within the groups and equally identifying their weakness

Very important. When you’re in a group, you need to accept the fact that everyone is not the same, we’re absolutely different. Sometimes you might think, “If I can do this, why can’t he/she do this? “ Well, because he/she is not you honey. This is a tough lessons that many can attest to. If you’re not good at it, you’re just not good at it. Chances are that someone else is, why not support this person.

For example, we had a programming course, most of us loathed it. I know loath is a strong term, but that best explains our emotions towards that course. Unfortunately, it was a compulsory course. The lecturer happily gets us into groups of 6 and we’re assigned a project. The projects involved designing, developing and presenting a system. Presenting it to him the same way you would a client – including the manual.

Remember the part we loathe programming, that was 3 ½ of the group members. One (Valentine Wambui) loved it and she was the IT girl when it came to coding. The ½ (must’ve been Christine Were or Jean Opiyo) liked coding but wasn’t really good at it. The rest (Janice Muringo, Julia Wanjiru and I), don’t mention coding. Well, coding was just a part of the project, albeit being very important. For the project to happen – we needed to come up with the concept, design the interfaces and the database, code the system to being and then document the manual. Some parts like designing and developing the concept, interfaces and databases, you have to sit and do together – like one big happy family, that we did. However, someone had to take responsibility for each part, to make sure it’s done & well inputted or recorded. I love documenting, so if memory serves me right, I must’ve done the manual.

That’s the one time I saw the power of group work, because we aced that project – it was a Wardrobe Management System. Plus I had so much fun working with them and see the project materialize. I don’t know what happened to it, because that was way back in 2006/2007, when we used diskettes for storage.

TBT, Throw Back Thursday, Diskette

Group mentality

Perfect not! When everyone in their mind decides, “Someone will definitely do it!” Who’s that someone? Considering everyone in the group has a name. Once you overcome this mentality, chances are that you’ll thrive. Put a name on it. Have a group leader and let them distribute the work load based on who does what best and what can be done together.

For instance, we had a naughty group member who never participated or contributed towards any group assignments, but on the d-day always appeared concerned. So after bitching A LOT, we (Thuku Ndung’u or Rodney Senga, seconded by the rest of us) decided for that semester, he would contribute to printing and binding of the assignment, and any photocopies we would need during presentations – that stuff was expensive – given that it was campus with our ever eluding little pocket-money. He was moneyed, identifying strengths, no?

Solidarity in results

Whether you participated in the group assignments/activities, or not – you all get the same results. If it’s an A – y’all get an A, if it’s a C – y’all get a C. Unless you rat someone out, the lecturer looks at the group as 1, not as 5 or 10. When in a group, you’re fully responsible or in change of your group members’ success, and your participation is what will let them prosper.

Today, I am thankful for that throw back, because it has just made me realize that for the rest of your life, you deal with groups – whether it’s at home or at work. And campus was the best stage of life to learn that important lesson, because it’s brings into perspective the saying, “Man is not an island.”

Happy Diwali!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Say No To Hoarding!

Being a self-confessed hoarder, I was recently struggling with the case of having so many clothes but on the contrary, no clothes to wear. It’s rather disappointing and annoying to a great extent. When you have 3 wardrobes, with all hangers full, and clothes almost bursting out of them but when time comes and you’re dressing up for an occasion or even on a normal day, an emptiness lingers. You feel like you own no clothes. Sometimes you can picture an outfit you want to wear but you can’t find bits of it because it’s hidden somewhere between the clutter.

That’s was a clear indication that there was a problem. A problem that needed to be deal with accordingly. The thing with hoarding, is that you feel the need to keep the things you don’t need. Your mind tells you, “You’ll need this someday, just keep it.” Even when the day never comes, you look at it and you’re like “the day is still coming.” Sounds stingy, no?

Say No To Hoarding

I thought my cousin was crazy when one day “something got into her” she emptied her closet and only remained with the clothes that she constantly wears – which were a handful. She gave out the rest to people who she needed them more than she did. I was one of the proud beneficiaries – I fancied her style. Remember when hand me downs were a common phenomenon. It mostly happens when you’re in your teens. You know that stage where your parents can no longer keep up with your growing self and changing fashion style. So they stop buying you clothes and you don’t have money to buy clothes – because well, your income is the pocket-money they give you. For some reason it’s never enough. It’s at that point you become a “hand-me down” charity case.

Well, whatever thing got into her, eventually got into me. I was done with the myriad of clothes & shoes that were not doing it for me. Whether new, old, fitting or not-fitting - considering that I got some of those clothes out of peer pressure, others I’ve out grown, others I just don’t feel the style anymore. Is that what we call maturity? I finally made a conscious decision to just go and bin (give away) those clothes, which is like ¾ of my wardrobe. Someone else needs them more than I do. There’s a teenager out there going through the “hand-me down” phase. On the upside, I have less clothes, which means less stress during dress-up, less organizing, less complaining and more space. It helps more that I know what I have, what I don’t have, what I need and what I don’t need. Considering I’m not a big shopping fan (I must be the only girl who isn’t, hence this post, and this post), this makes planning for it easier and more targeted.

But honestly, it felt like a load off my back and mind. I’m sure my wardrobes feel a little lighter too. Such a liberating experience. Maybe you should try it out and Say No To Hoarding! I could possibly be an activist, and that my cause. Isn’t it a social cause? It’ll save someone and also save you some more.

Long weekend around the corner for my Kenyan peoples. Happy Hump Day Lovelies!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

 

Ruling The Kitchen – Pork Masters

Cooking, Men

Mike (Left) and Dion (right) in their element. They’re kindred spirits.

There’s something about men who cook, maybe sexy, or just extremely appealing. Even if it’s just boiling rice, an egg or brewing his own coffee, the fact that he can make it to the kitchen is admirable. Cut that! Now what about those men who totally own the kitchen, God bless their souls! I am lucky to know such men, and one of them happens to be mine, the other my best friends … territory things.

Flo (left) and Me (right) ... we were just chilling taking selfies and playing Despicable Me.

Flo (left) … just chilling taking many selfies and soaking in the aroma that filled the air.

But really though, when they occupy the kitchen and chase us away, they cook up a storm! And not the ordinary storm, I’m talking about the finger licking, lip smacking kind that gets you so full that you just want to lie down and take a nap or just play Despicable Me (this is my current phone game addiction, those Minions) … because you can barely think any more.

Despicable Me

Let me share with you the recipe as written by Dion. Giving credit where it’s due, because when it comes to pork, we (Flo and I) take the back seat and let them (Dion & Mike) be.

Ingredients

  • 4 tablespoons olive oil
  • 2kg of pork ribs (trim the fat acquired from local butchery)
  • Kosher salt and 1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 medium onion, thickly sliced
  • 1 dhania (coriander) stock, finely sliced
  • 2 ginger finely grated
  • 3 stem of fresh thyme
  • 1 stem fresh rosemary (it’s optional)
  • 2 tablespoon of soy sauce
  • 2 apples, cut into 8 slices (this is optional, I used my secret ingredient whisky for succulent flavor you, you could use white wine too)
  • 2 tablespoon of honey
  • 1 teaspoon of cayenne
  • 1/2 of paprika
  • 1 orange (cut into 4 pieces)

Pork, Cooking

 Preparation

  • Lightly salt the pork while on the tray.
  • In a small bowl mix 4 tablespoons olive oil, freshly ground black pepper, 1 dhania stock, finely sliced, 2 ginger finely grated, 1 stem of fresh thyme. 2 shots of whisky, 1 teaspoon of cayenne, 1/2 of paprika.
  • Squeeze the orange juice out of the 4 diced parts into the small bowl.
  • Mix thoroughly all ingredients
  • After mixing use a pastry brush to brush the mixture over the pork and ensuring it leaks into the grooves of the meat, you could make slices into the meat so that the mixture is well absorbed.
  • Place in a airtight clasp translucent bag and let it sit for 2hrs – 4hrs so the juices can blend into the meat place in fridge.

Pork, Cooking

How to Cook

  • Preheat the oven to 200
  • Cover the base of the pan with foil.
  • Drizzle sum olive oil and spread lightly on the base to prevent sticking.
  • Put the meat on the tray and set timer for 40 minutes.
  • After 40 minutes remove the tray drain the juice it will be used to make gravy for the pork.
  • Turn over the pork for even cooking let it go for 30 minutes on the reverse side.
  • Collect the juices from the cooked pork. When you pick the meat up from the pan, hold the meat over the pan for a few second. Doing this allows the extra juices to drip off the meat and into the pan.

Pork, Cooking

  • Pour the juices from the pan into a glass. The glass allows you to see when the fat separates from the juices. Let the drippings stand in the container until the fat floats to the top.
  • Remove the fat remain with the juice you can add some wine (red) or sherries to add a depth of flavor to the gravy.
  • Mix thoroughly and add 1 tablespoon of soy for taste then some people prefer to cook the mixture  but I finely brush it over the pork.
  • Add the 4 tablespoon of honey and 1/2 paprika and  a teaspoon of thyme (awesome for gravies)
  • After 30 minutes remove the pork and glaze with the mixed gravy on one side ensuring it is well spread over the meat let it cook for another 10 minutes
  • After 10 minutes remove the pork turn round and pour the remaining mixture over the meat and cook for another 10-15 minutes till its golden brown.

Pork, Cooking

And voila! The meat is ready! You can garnish it with coriander or as you please and then save us a piece, will you? Or better yet play around with the recipe and tell us how it pans out.

Serve it hot with a starch of your choice (rice, mashed potatoes, chips), then down it with a chilled drink. Happy Eating!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

 

God Gave Me You.

Sometimes you need a little country to get you going. Blake Sheldon is such a legend, in my books though, so don’t slaughter me just yet! But he killed it for me with “God Gave Me You.” Also, his wife is so adorbs! It’s amazing to have someone who’s with you through your ups and downs, because truth be told, we all have those moments and you never want to deal with them alone.

It’s one of those situations that are inevitable. In as much as you never want a “down” to be there, it’ll be. It happens so fast that you’re left asking yourself, “How? When? Where?” Next thing, you just have to deal with it. So when it happens, there’s comfort in knowing there’s someone who’s concerned, and will at one point or another hold your hand, pat your back or give you a big bear hug and tell you, “it’s alright, we’ll work through it … wait for it … together.”

Nurture your relationships, it’s worth it. The person closest to you is just as good to you as you are to them or vice versa. That’s the peculiar thing about human nature. If you treat me good, I’ll feel compelled to do the same. If you treat me badly, I’ll pull out my defense mechanism and it varies for different people – the same way it does for animals. A bee would sting, a lion will eat you up, and a python will swallow you alive.

The thing about relationships, is that, they’re not easy. No, it’s never a walk in the park, life doesn’t quite allow it, though I wish it did. It always has a way of bringing in scenarios, situations, differences, tests, trials and such like things that put you in a position that makes you wonder, *what the hell?* But you love this person next to you, so you brave it and deal with whatever it is.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, we all have emotions, different emotions, and at different times. Emotions are like a roller-coaster, one time you’re here, the next moment you’re there. It couldn’t get any more difficult than that. Because emotions can be the hardest things to deal with. They can’t be controlled from an external source, it can only come from within – you’re the only one who can tell yourself, “I want to be happy” and actually make yourself “happy”, if I told you to be happy, you’ll probably just look at me with a blank and extremely irritated face.

The difference of emotions though, that could be a hidden advantage that we all need to tap in to, to make things work. It’s not as easy as A-B-C, but I just figured that must be a quota of the trick. When one is on a high and the other is on a low, don’t go on a low too, just maintain your high – even if it’s as you do your own stuff, the other person might come around. And welcome them when they do, don’t punish them … it’s a good place to be, the high, even better when you’re at it together. So goes with other emotions, always strive to be the bigger person; to be the person who keeps things going, when the other person is on empty; the person who flashes a smile, when the other person is sad; the person who opens up a can of stories, when the other person is seeing blanks.

Relationships, Love,

“The reality is that, there’s no perfect, just imperfect (read I’m Perfect). So you have to sift through the imperfect to find your PERFECT without the IM” ~ I said that ;-)

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*