Home Sweet Home...

Home; a place you can relax…a place that most have their freedom. The words "home" and "house" are two are so similar but so different. A house is is a construction.. its usually described with walls,doors,windows etc. but a home is where you feel safe and unique in your own way… but to me it's much more… it's where my heart lies.

My home is where i belong. No matter what i know i can try, almost like I can touch the sky. When I'm  pessimistic or rapturous, home is the one place in the world i can run to. When i feel like i have no one or no where to escape from the teenage drama or the scurrilous lies people say.. my home is always there for me.

Home isn't just an ordinary word , everyone has their own definition of their home. Mine is  the place that accepts me for who I am. I don't have to pretend or put on a mask . I have to be who I really am inside and no one will judge. 

The Smell. The Sound. The Scene. The Feeling. Its unimaginable!  My Home or should I say "house" isn't very big…. It's not a huge 5 bedroom villa…it doesn't have a backyard or a picturesque garden… It's a not a mansion but its just a simple apartment but truthfully thats all i need. A place to go to when I'm alone… A place to call home.

When I walk through the lobby I can always smell a beautiful scent of flower diffuse  through the air… every week it's usually different..Some times its tulips or daffodils or even lilacs spreading its smell around the room filling everyone's nostrils with a wonderful essence 

As I ascend up the elevator and enter my deep passageway that leads to my home, I notice the different religions and culture as i walk through. Some doors with an arabic sign on  or some doors with an Indian clay pot which lights in the night. Different fragrances coming out of each apartment … some with a sweet smell but some smell with the smell of curry or biryani.

In the night you can usual hear children playing outside in the corridor or adults laughing or entertaining guests. Somedays there is old music blasting through our neighbors houses. You can hear mothers screaming at their children for being immature or disobedient . When I  take a minute to listen to the variety of sounds I notice the different types of people who live on either side of my apartment.

No matter where in the world i may travel or stay and no matter how peaceful or boisterous the location may be, at the end of it all when i get out of the taxi and go through my usual path up the elevator  and through the corridor and when i reach my apartment … a smile always creeps up my face because no matter where i may go , I will always love my home. As they say … its "Home Sweet Home"

5.04.2011 Photo shoot?

5.04.2011- What an amazing Day...

Hey there..

Its Spring Break at the moment and yesterday I had a sleepover at my best friends house...It wasn't a total cliche... we didn't prank boys or put on masks and have mani-pedi's and brush each others hair while we talked about Justin Bieber... although we did stay up late gossiping and watching "Sydney White" but the most exciting and overwhelming part was our personal photo shoot!

My best friend loves to click pictures, its become her favorite hobby and she's quite good at it i might add.. So we put on make-up and went over to the pool and captured some fantastic and picturesque images...

Alone.

As I stood in middle of a barren unknown land that I would soon have to call home, all it thought about was what was going to happen to me? My parents were caught in a fire and they never made it out. I was sent to a foster home until i was adopted almost one week later. I never wanted to accept it but i would soon have to... I was an orphan with no one by my side to cheer me on..I was a minor with no legal rights to choose who to live with.... I was Abigail Andrews with no plan for my life that lay ahead.

School was a whole new dilemma... I didn't want to think of the million chances of me being ignored or left alone. In Ontario i was accepted, everyone was my friend but it would soon be different. I would be beginning a whole new chapter or maybe even a whole new book. I was afraid and I didn't want to be isolated. I wasn't the type to be an introvert but i remembered the new girls in my old school and they were treated like dust on the floor...Thats not what i wanted.Thats not what i could live with. I don't think i could bare.

I looked up at God. He seemed to be the only one by my side. The only one that could save me. The only one that knew what could happen to me in the next day.. hour , minute or even second. My life was in His hands and i knew that He had a reason to take my parents away, so he must have a way to make sure I'll be okay...

What our world has come to...

Conflict. Violence. Battle. War.
Tunisia. Egypt. Lebanon. Bahrain. Algeria. Libya. Syria


This is what the world has come to...

It all started when Tarek al-Tayyib Muhammad Bouazizi, more commonly known as Mohamed Bouazizi set himself on fire on December 17th 2010. He was a street vendor and around  December 16, 2010 he had contracted approximately US$200 in debt to buy the produce he was to sell the next day. The following morning he started his work and a little while later, the police began harassing him constantly  because he did not have a vendor's permit. He was extremely frustrated and  he went to the government to complain. When they refused to see him he threatened to set himself on fire, which they believed would never happen. A little while later, Mohamed Bouazizi set himself alight in front of a local government building. This led to the ousting of President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali 28 days later on 14 January 2011, he had supposedly fled to Saudi Arabia. This brave act also started a whole new revolution of Tunisia,which later spread to other parts of the Middle East and parts of North Africa.


This conflict has sparked rumors about World War Three.This seems to be spreading extremely fast and violence needs to be seized. The United Nations Security Council Resolution (France,Lebanon and the United Kingdom) have imposed a "No Fly Zone" on Libya with 5 abstentions: Brazil, Russia, India, China and Germany, but none opposed because they do know SOMETHING NEEDS TO BE DONE before its too late! 


Will this be the start to ending the world or creating a brand new one?

A city of lights...a city of dreams.

As he drove through the city, he thought about his life. He was thirty five with no career nor any money. He drove past the city lights and the prodigious gardens and Ferrari's. Thats the life he wanted. Thats the elite and grandeur life he dreams about. His stripling life sprang into his mind...he was young and handsome! What an insouciant life he lived...girls chased after him and at the time that's all he cared about...popularity...  but not so much anymore. That stage was over, reality sunk in...no more fantasy's, no more delusions. He gave his family specious lies about the society he lived in. They vexed about him being in trouble, but he just couldn't admit to them that he was in crisis...He just couldn't prove them right!

No friends to confide in...no family to talk to, no one to vent to. He was all alone in a city... a city of lights, a city of dreams... a city that he just wanted to believe would soon be his.

Vacuity...

In the dark, lonesome night she walked alone formidable of what surrounded her. In the middle of the desert after what seemed like a near death experience...Life didn't seem worth living.Dreary as she walked and spasmodic bursts as she flashed back to the moment that famished her heart. Swingeing pain seemed to take over her body.She didn't feel the need to go on. Life without him was merely nothing.She felt like such a sycophant.All those years wasted over a vain and chaffy human,or even a worthless pretender! The pain he cause would never be healed! She wished for the dreading pain to evanesce... to flow like water out of her body, but that she knew would never happen.She was scared for life..with nothing but a dromedary walking towards her in the far corner that seemed like heaven.The moon, the beautiful night sky and the shining north star that guided her to what lay before her....Vacuity.