Little Pieces Of Me

"Some people come into our lives
and leave footprints on our hearts
and we are never ever the same.
Some people come into our lives
and quickly go...
Some stay for awhile
and embrace our silent dreams."

When I read that first, I thought it was meaningful and poetic. Right now, I can't help but wonder, if that is a definition of how it is, where do I stand?

I reminisce, and can't help but feel nostalgic, smile and reflect... When I look back, I realize I changed a lot, some things did as well, there are friends whom are somewhat of a memory now, mainly because of, well, distance ... Some of those will forever hold the label friend in my book even though we lost touch. Then comes the acquaintances, the formal, the casual, the family friends, and sadly, the people who are almost mere strangers.

Will I ever have a friend who will forever be there? Or are all friendships meant to end in the literal sense but not figurative?
Is the notion of forever friends non existent past the age of ... Six, seven or ten?
Wishing on shooting stars, skipping ropes, pinky swears and swimming till sunset ...
Why are the simple pleasures somehow lost?
Why are things overly complicated when they needn't be?

Remembering my last post, I can't help but wonder, did or would I make a good friend? Is there a person whom I impacted in one way or another? A big impact on one person, little prints of me on a few or maybe a simple smile on some.

Will I ever have that friend who will forever be there?

I want to be the person who paints a smile,
the person who wipes away the tears,
nothing in return, but the knowledge that I made a difference, big or small, I made a difference, whether it be to some or to many, I made a difference ...

I started with a quote, one that makes me wonder, I will end with a quote that I am sure I fully agree with ...

To me, the idea of being nothing but a brush stroke on someone else's painting is unsettling...


I guess that will be all from me,

I'm sorry for disappearing, it's becoming a signature move with me almost. I'm just busy with endless amounts of tough work and a lot to plan for, wish me the best, and I promise to try to write as much as I can (if it were up to me, I would have a daily entry).

If people are still reading this blog, thank you, whoever you are.

Heroine.

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The following is an accumulation of a very recent conversation I had with someone, reflecting and well, not making sense yet making some at the same time. It started off with a fact, and ended up with bits of randomness for all of you to read. I can't take credit for it, as I am only one of the two people who actually had the conversation and she was the one who started the conversation with the fact she read, so I give her all the credit :) But since she isn't on blogsphere, I can't link her page. I will leave you with the conversation, so here goes:

At this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, that war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one.

When you sit in the passengers seat of a car, and as you pass by random people, just doing their own thing, living in their own world, did you ever wonder, what are they like? Would they have been my good friend if i met them? What are they doing? Whats going on through their minds? Are they sad? How will that persons life end up? tragically? wonderfully? Will they ever live up to what they wanted?

Do you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? it makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you... How many moments of other people's lives have we been in... Were we a part of someone's life when their dream came true, or were we there when their dreams died... Did we keep trying to get in- as if we were somehow destined to be there? or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life and not even know it...

Sometimes it's easier to feel like you're the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied or barely getting by but that feelings a lie and if you just hold on. Just find the courage to face it all another day, someone or something will find you and make it all ok because we all need a little help sometimes. Someone to help us hear their music in the world. To remind us it won't always be this way. That someone is out there and that some will find you.


P.S "Wish me luck, I have endless amount of work awaiting me *sigh*"
Heroine.

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I don't know why I felt the need to write this, I am amid alot of work, as usual now ... The difference is that, something odd happened, it all started when I went to fetch my USB stick, only to realise that I am not sure where it is ...

End conclusion: It's lost.

I tried to look for it everywhere, I am sure you all know how its like to look for something and have no clue whatsoever where you placed it last, a very annoying thing to go through... I have a number of assorted small leather boxes where I leave important things at, obviously, that's the first place I decided to look after my desk drawers. I opened the first one and found some things that I don't remember buying ... I found this very pretty thing, a very unique hand painted magnet mini poster, that you can stick on your stand, mirror, fridge, etc. With a hand drawing of a girl, walking on a path, flowers blooming behind her, with the sun shining high ... And rain awaiting just infornt of her path, thing is, the girl is smiling ... The caption says (The girl who was beautiful inside) ... Below the drawing, the following lines read: Such was the power of the BEAUTY INSIDE her that winter turned to spring in her path and flowers grew in her footsteps.

I stared at the pretty picture for a while, overwhelmed with something that I can't explain, a bitter sweet emotion. I couldn't remember where I got this from, but how did it make it all the way here, I surely packed it, I went through the box, and found a note with the scribbling of a child, barely comprehensible, saying: A gift from me to you (my name) ... You look like a beautiful girl and smell like one too ... I love you (my younger brothers name). Ah, my little poet ... I remember how sweet he always was, how I love him endlessly and how much he means to me ... Goosebumps overcame me and I suddenly exhaled, I remember cherishing the paper which was way back when he first learned how to write, it meant the world to me, it really did, I think of how we both changed so very much since then, I wonder if he thinks of me much, I miss him, more random thoughts come to mind, all the while looking down on the sweet gift and a peculiar sensation filling my entire heart.

Right below that, I find a part of what was once a full page, but now a piece of paper with my handwriting on the edge saying ... Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way ... Keep that in mind always ...

I think of how profound the saying is, and how very true, I know its an ancient proverb, how strange it is that flowers are mentioned more than once, I always thought that flowers signify everything ... But, as soon as I look down on the date written on the page, I realise, it could not have been me who wrote that as I was 11 at the time, it was indeed my mother, its funny how I always thought her handwriting was elegant, just like her, and its weird that I mistook it for my own right now, it really surprised me.

Suddenly, It all clicked, the pieces of the puzzle all fell perfectly into place, I remember that I had a box that I cherished, and I kept things that mean something to me, when I moved, I emptied some of it's contents to take with me, forgetting what they were, and I stumbled upon it now ... I feel something that I can't put into words, a mixture of nostalgia and pure awe, missing something that I forgot was there, something that I seem to question its current existence, I exhale and the feeling fails to escape me ... But rather, seems to sink into a deeper level than it first started ... I decided to look through it again on a later time, as I was overwhelmed somehow.

I walk back to the desk, open the drawer to grab my notebook, and find my USB right below it, it was right there the entire time, irony is the story of my life as they say. I suddenly look back, reopen the box, and place the pretty gift on my mirror ... I think it belongs there for now, and I will look through everything in the box when I can... I take a second look at the pretty picture and smile but feel a little sadness at the same time, I don't know why, it makes no sense ...


Heroine.

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So, tag and I finally reunite,
Enjoy ...


Last birthday? The 15th of September.
Last meal? So7our, Pasta and a Salad.
Last spending splurge? During Summer, can't really recall.
Last time you cried? I cried? um, when I heard that my grandfather passed away, almost cried? when I said goodbye to my mom.
Last career? I am still a student, but I used to paint and those paintings were sold for charity, but that's not a career, more like volunteer work, so no, I guess there was no real career for me.
Last website visited? gmail.com, to check my email.
Last person you spoke to? Aracelli.
Last song you listened to? Build me up, Buttercup - The Temptations (oldies are still goodies you know).

Last book you read? Last book I read and finished,
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.
Book I started but have no time to actually finish right now,
The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell.

Both are very good books.

Last TV show watched? MADE - on MTV.
Last person you IM'd? Mai.
Last word you said? ... ok.


I guess that's all folks,
Take care all ...

Heroine.

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I woke up today with one thought, how come my muscles ache so much? That thought is still roaming around that little head of mine, but I won't dwell on it.

Ok, that was aimless ... I am really out of anything to say, but I have to post something, as I was asked to ... I am really flattered someone cares, so I have to try my best regardless of the things I need to plan for or work on, I have to make time ... Or let me put it this way, I have to try my best to make time. Fair enough?

Ok, so here is where the real post should start:

I wish I were on the beach somewhere, a little town with little boutiques everywhere, white sands, clear blue water, light breeze ... The works, I personally love the beach, or being by the beach ... I can't explain it, I have theories but yeah, my mom spent the majority of her pregnancy (with me) living in a house by the beach, it reminds me of my childhood, or maybe, I just love it regardless!

I've been to many of places, but I am still interesting in hearing the places you visited which you loved most, the more exotic the location is, the better, but whatever you have to offer, I will appreciate it still, very much so...

What did you like most about the place? Why?

I guess thats the end of my profound post,

Wishing you the best of everything,
Heroine (just imagine I engraved an H with my sword on some random rock, should be impressive)

Posted by A HEROINE at 11:30 AM | Permalink | Comments

I have nothing to say,
I have alot to do
Even though it's Saturday
Yeah...
I adore my mom,
Which only reminds me,
I miss my mom,
Not that I ever forget,
I change,
But goodbye never does
I realise it never gets easier,
I had a dream that I just can't shake off,
Maybe thats why I decided to try my luck with some quizzez,
I am somewhat new to quizzes,
But found those interesting,
Now, Im thinking...
The word quizzez has a peculiar ring to it,
Why is that?
Yeah, I guess thats all ...

I realise what I just typed was very random and in no way encyclopedic.

For that I apologise ... Moving on,

You Are Pretty Logical

You're a bit of a wizard when it comes to logic While you don't have perfect logic, you logic is pretty darn good Keep at it - you've got a lot of natural talent in this area!

Your Mexican Name Is...

Doña Adriana

Caffe Vanilla Frappuccino

Smooth and sweet, you fit in to almost any crowd. No one would suspect you of being a coffee tweaker!

You Are a Centaur

In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person. However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways. You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order. You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.

You Are Very Honest

You tell it like it is, no matter what. Even if the truth hurts, you'll dish it out. And while some may get hurt by your honesty... At least everyone knows where you stand!

You Have Fantastic Karma

You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person. And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already. But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway. You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!

All the best to you all,

Signed:
Doña Adriana

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I really have nothing of use to say, I will try to post something meaningful when I can, I am not procrastinating, oh no I'm not ... I am just really out of ideas and time, I want to post something of depth or some value, something that makes some sense, I will even settle for little sense, or barely any sense ... Yup, you get the drift ...

I just left for school and its all too hectic right now. But I read the post on my cbox and had to oblige, after all, how many froggys are there??? Errrm ... Well, those who have a blog and are good writers and well not real frogs ... Yes, your right, ONE.

Ok, this thought is consuming me at this present moment in time:

Goodbyes are always hard, no matter how much you grow or change, and God knows that I have to the upmost, Goodbyes will always and forever be a hard process, especially when we are talking about your loved ones ... I miss my parents, siblings, etc. But I am lucky to have such family to begin with, which is blessing enough, I try to always tell myself that as a way of comfort ... Speaking of blessings ... Ramadan is already here, which reminds me,


Ramadan Kareem
Kil sana o into taybeen ...

May you all always be in the greatest of health and happiest of times.
A special prayer for froggy since he is the one who requested the post.


Ok, here is a thought,
Think of three things your mostly greatful for having, whether it be something you own, blessed to have, people in your life, or something along those lines, and in your own way be thankful for them or it, show you appreciate, show you care, it makes all the difference in the world ... I know this might come off as being corny, and no, I am not intentionally trying sound sappy, but when your thankful for something or someone, you should show it, and when you do appreciate it, God rewards you with more. Atleast thats what I believe.

I think that's all I have to say,



Once again, Ramadan Kareem

If I do come to mind then pray for me.




Take Care Everyone,
Take Care Froggy,
All The Best,

Heroine.

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