My ‘Whoa!’ Experience

***Yesterday, I mentioned that I will be writing more (and hopefully get better at it) using the writing prompts I got from The Daily Post. Consider this my first entry.***

Surreal experience. I lot of things popped into my mind but I kept validating if it’s really a surreal experience. So I went to Merriam-Webster to check the FULL DEFINITION of the word “surreal”.

“Intense irrational reality of a dream”. Nose bleed. Right there. I had to tick off a lot of the things that were inside my head. But one thing that I could not tick off was when I fell off a cliff during my college days.

I survived. In case you’re wondering.

Here’s my ‘whoa’ story.

During my Physics field trip, we went to a nearby mountain to check boiling points. We were with our professors and students from other sections. I was among my friends and I was having a jolly good time (I’m the clown). Unfortunately, I was (I would like to believe that this is truly in the past, so please, don’t argue) clumsy and I tripped on a rock. I went rolling down the mountain… AND SOME BANANA TREES SAVED ME FROM DEATH! I’m not making this shit up. Despite this, my professor had the balls to say “Look class. That is a free-falling object” and every body laughed. I laughed too when they told me (of course I didn’t hear him say it! I was too busy rolling down the freaking mountain!).

Anyway, when my friends and I talk about that experience, we always laugh. But at the end of that, I am reminded that I am alive because of the banana trees. I didn’t have a knight in shining armor to save me. Heck! I didn’t need one! Nature provided my savior.

The other side of the story is I really died and I’m imagining that I’m writing this from my grave. Hey! We need a horror story–it’s nearly Valentine’s day.


My goals for the next 30 days

When I got this as my first topic for my 31-Day Blog Challenge I thought, “Oooo easy one for the first day”. NOT TRUE!!! I live a pretty straightforward life (most of the time) and sometime I get confused between goals and tasks–especially short term ones.


Finish the Jumpstart-to-Skinny routine. Or maybe half? Okay, let’s just delete that as a goal. I doubt I’ll be able to finish it–even halfway. Let’s stick to more realistic ones.

Finish the photo-a-day challenge and also the blog challenge.

I’m out. Seriously. Nothing else. A month is just toooooooo short (lame excuse, right?).

I need to re-think my life.


10-Day Blog Challenge: Day 10


Which goes… ONE confession.

I do not love my father. I also do not hate him. For me, he is a stranger. But he wasn’t always a stranger.  Though I didn’t grow up with him around ALL THE TIME, he WAS (emphasis on it being the PAST) my childhood hero. He used to work overseas (apparently, right now he lives in Kuwait) and out of the 12 months in a year, he was home for 2. I always looked forward to those 2 months. Communication was hard during those years–early 80’s to the late 90’s. There was no Skype or Viber. If you wanted to communicate–you wrote and you send it via the post office (which takes a few weeks).

I get it. Some marriages fail (mine certainly did). But does that mean that if your marriage goes down the drain, your WHOLE family fails too? When my father left my mom–he left US (his kids) as well. There was no talk of “This is not working, we need to part ways” with my mom. And there was no talk about how they were separating and we should not worry because we still had both parents–though separated. He just left.

He was my hero for the first 16 years of my life and I am grateful for his support during those years (thank you, in case you are reading this). I saw him last when I was 16–a freshman in college. After that, I found out WHO HE TRULY WAS (I don’t know about now, but I don’t give a shit). There was anger. Lots of it. But after several years (right now I’m 31 years old), the anger disappeared and there was just indifference.

Have I forgiven him for leaving us? Yes. Will I accept him back in my life (hypothetical question!)? Why? He made his choice by marrying his mistress (by using a fake death certificate–yup! He killed my mom–in paper). He lived with that choice for several years. For sure he will live with that choice until he dies. But I do wish him the best in life–same wish I would say to any other person.

So there–my confession. I neither love nor hate my father (I can’t call him Dad–not anymore).

Do you think I’m too mean? That was not my intention–truly. This was a conversation I had with my sister a few months back–about us being indifferent. Somehow, I am relieved that I am no longer angry.

TANDANDAAAAAAN! Done with the 10-Day Blog Challenge!!! Fuck! That was like the longest 10 (12) days of my blogging life! Not that I didn’t want to blog. It’s just the questions for some days were just ____!

By December 1, I start with the 30-Day Blog Challenge (or was it 31?).