What I love about myself is the fact that I can be organized to a good extent, so I try to keep my stuff, my room, my cupboards all clean.
Now, about my favourite person, that is to say my mother, even though I love everything about her, the best thing is that she keeps her head cool and impartial at all times, making her capable of making choices, which do not cross our minds under pressured or normal conditions. The ways we are correlated by this are:
- Whenever I get well out of even my own control in arranging my siblings’ stuff, she cools me down.
- Also that due to a systematic mind, she herself arranges all that stuff of mine which I don’t bother to touch.
- And another thing which I am proud to have similar to my mom’s yet not relatable to this post is that my cooking flavours are similar to her’s.. 🙂
I was doing my usual chores, minding my own business and getting along with my routine work, I have quite forgotten that it’s the full moon night and its around 8:45, the time when the moon will shine to its full and will continue to gleam for the rest of the night. I wrench open the door of my cupboards, grab a file containing my lectures, and walk over to the study table to do my assignment, When all of a sudden the moon came into view. A certain drift came over me and I dropped my pen without writing a single word of my assignment, threw my books away and decided to do it in the morning by copying from any friend, leaving my books exactly where they were and sprinted in the common, grabbed a glass, filled myself a chilling glass of a soft drink, grabbed a couch and the TV remote and started flicking off the channels, passing over from BBC world news, CNN and even my regular favourite, Style 360,I settled on a cricket match, without thinking a second about the time which was an appropriate one for me to watch routine serial. My younger sister came over and started asking if have lost my mind, having watching the match but I did not respond, I felt too reckless to do so, she started the renewed shouts about my non-responsive mode but suddenly halted when she entered the room and saw my books hither and thither all over the place, again, I did not feel like responding, but when her voice came to a range to high for my tolerance, I told her to shut up and mind her own business, I don’t know what happened to her right at that moment but she dropped her head hopelessly, and went on to do some of her work. My younger brother stated calling my name from the next room to ask me for help with his homework, but my sister responded in a dull tone, “It’s full moon, don’t talk to her if you don’t want your head bitten off.” I was glad they did shut up and change the channel, and this time stopped at a music channel, which was playing one of the slowest song these days, what made me like it after all this hyper mood, I did not know, but after that one song, I switched off the TV and picked up my cell phone instead to play a game or two, but a lot of my friends had texted in asking about the assignment we had to submit the other day, but I was not concerned and therefore, I texted them the same, they texted again to convince me that I must do it but I was not bothered and in the end I stopped seeing their texts in the end, when y sister came to me remind me that I had to go to attend a friend’s wedding, and It was important for me to go, I did feel like getting out of the house, but had no inclination what so ever to dress up, so I changed into a dress which was reasonable but not festive, and was about to leave when my sister suddenly came again scolded me and asked me to change into something suitable when all of a sudden the door bell rang, she went to open the door and my mother and father came back. She was saying something in hushed voices to my mother after which she came to my room and slapped me hard on my face. I felt like I had woken up from a deep slumber and I was taken aback by the fact that I had to submit the assignment the other day and also clean up the mess I have created, my sister went into a renewed rant about the things I had disturbed and I was murmuring my apologies knowing about the harms I had done, getting started quickly as to all what I had to do before the next day broke..!!
Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten in glorious detail.
As long as its food, its satisfying. 😉 This sounds a little boring but the truth is that I love food, to eat and to cook, both are my favourite, and the best meal I’ve ever eaten is not just one. On one account, it was a high tea in a very well reputed hotel of the city, on another, it was a dinner in a small restaurant which offers amazing traditional food, followed by a coffee on a very good coffee spot.
Eating out is not always ever the best meal. Food cooked by my mom at our home are no less. My mom cooks amazing food, and we often prefer to have a home cooked meal rather than eating anywhere outside. And it’s not just that she can cook only the regular food, but she can cook a variety of things which are always THE BEST.
In short, the best meal to me is like good food, offered at a good, as in a hygenically accepted(since I’m becoming a microbiologist) place, giving me the satisfaction that I am blessed. 🙂
Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
My blog title is ayimas, which is actually my name spelled backwards. My name is SAMIA, and it can have a Y in between like this: SAMIYA. When I created this web page, I intended to name it samia.wordpress.com, but as with all the others, this was taken, I tried including no.5 somewhere in between, as I consider it my lucky number, but failed yet again. I ran out of ideas very quickly and yet again, I had to ask my mom for help, she simply suggested this and voila, my blog was named with my own named, being different and unique as ever. I did not write much for the first year but I have been quite regular for a few months. Thanks for visiting. 🙂
A dilemma I come across everyday in the evening is to decide my clothes for the next day. It is routine for me to open my cupboard, stand in front of it and gaze at my clothes to decide what will I be wearing tomorrow. It is not the lack of outfits which is confusing, no, it is my confusing mind which doesn’t allow me to decide or look up a dress for myself. This is what happens,
How about the black and orange one?
No, not this, this one’s got short sleeves and I don’t feel like wearing it today.
How about the puple one?
Nah, it needs alteration and I have been too busy last week to go to the tailor.
No problem, How about that cute dress you recently bought?
Too new, I am going to the university, not a fashion show.
How about that decent white one?
Too old, I do have a reputation you know!!
Fine, go for the black one then..
Just wore it last week.
The green one?
That one’s for day after tomorrow..
Fine, go ask mom.
I am not a child.
You are acting like one.
FINE, I’LL ASK HER IN THE MORNING.
MOOOOM.. MOOOOOMM. CAN YOU HELP ME WITH THIS??
*Mom comes, picks up the Yellow one, and says ” How about this one honey?”
and I am all like, “Why didn’t I see this, damn..!! Thanks mom.”
That was easy, now who is going to press it??
Hey bro, can you do me a favour… PLEASEEEE???