Sister, Sister

“A sister is both your mirror - and your opposite.”

~Elizabeth Fishel

I never realized how much I don't show my appreciation for my sisters enough. Through thick and thin, they've been there for me as a guide and a friend. They've always shown me the way and they've always been there to help me when I need it. They put up with my personality and still manage to look fabulous doing it.

To my darling Ameeta: My biggest sister, I love you SO much. I know we tend to argue more than we need to, and I know I don't always show my appreciation for you, but please know that I am so grateful that you're in my life. You have been an amazing role-model in my life, one that I really enjoy looking up to. When you moved to Dubai, I was devastated. But now it just gives me motivation to do what I want to do without the restraints of anyone. You have done so much for me and I really hope I can repay you for it. Keep dreaming, keep aiming, and keep being the daredevil that you are. I can't wait for you to come home on the 3rd; I have so much to tell you and we have so much to do. I love you, please never doubt that for a second.

To my lovely Smeeta: I love you too, crazy girl. I can't even believe that you're getting married this August, but I really am happy that you found a great person to start a life with. You have also helped me entirely too much and I am grateful for this. I know I give you attitude way more than you deserve, but please know that at the end of each day, I am thankful you're my sister. You're such a beautiful person inside and out and I couldn't be more honored to be your little sister.

Venus And Mars

As promised, something insightful:

Cows In Art Class

good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen
and when it does
it doesn't
always last.
man is
more stable:
if he's bad
there's more chance
he'll stay that way,
or if he's good
he might hang
on,
but a woman
is changed
by
children
age
diet
conversation
sex
the moon
the absence or
presence of sun
or good times.
a woman must be nursed
into subsistence
by love
where a man can become
stronger
by being hated.

~Charles Bukowski

I don't think anyone could have explained the difference between men and women better than Bukowski did. Sure he indirectly refers to women as cows, but it was done so tastefully! Anyway, that's one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets. I could speak forever about it, but this is a blog and not an English course, so I will spare you the headache of poetry analysis. You're welcome. ;D

But the point of the poem was to demonstrate the difference between two opposite worlds. Today was an interesting day. Rather uneventful, but I had a long talk with my mother about our generations. How different we are, how her generation will probably never understand mine, how we're on completely different levels. She tried to tell me we were the downfall of society and that we will never last due to our reliance on technology. But I had to remind her that the generation prior to hers said the EXACT same thing. The Baby Boomers defied tradition and advanced technologically and look at them; they came out perfectly fine. I can't wait to see what our generation can do in the future. I also can't wait to see the disgusted faces of Boomers when society becomes even MORE insanely unorthodox than it is now. Call me cynical, but proving people wrong gives me a natural high. :D

I guess opposites really do attract. Men with women, protons with electrons, Boomers with contemporaries. The only difference is the latter attracts purely to attack each other, whereas the rest attract harmoniously, if that makes any sense.

My favorite thing ever is when my parents doubt me. No really, it is my favorite. It makes me want to work that much harder to show how wrong they are. I swear they think I'm dysfunctional, but little do they know what I have up my sleeve for my future. ;] Maybe it's reverse psychology. Maybe they're doing that on purpose so I become something in life instead of being content with feeble encouragement. Maybe...

HAHAHA, no way. My parents aren't THAT clever now. In the end, the joke's on them!

Devious optimism is so much fun. :D

Goodnight, world!

A Fresh Start

Hello! I decided to delete the old blog. I was reading my past entries about Maria and my sister and they were far too painful to visit over and over again, so I started anew. Plus I was blogging about nothing and it was rather pointless.

My posts will be a bit more meaningful now... but just a bit, hahaha.

Welcome to the Nikktionary. ;D