Happy birthday Daddy

You've been there for me since I was born and held me in your arms. Maybe you hadn't matured enough at that time, or maybe you had dreams you wanted to fulfil first, or maybe you wanted mom by yourself for a few more years before I peekabooed into this world. But you handled my presence the best you could, you gave me everything a dad could ever give to his little girl. 

You're not much of a talker, which by the way you're infamous for, nor an expressive guy but I know you love me. I always knew you love me from the little things you do like pretend not to be interested in whom I date or the big sacrifices you make for me so that I could fulfil my own stubborn dreams. I still remember that dinner conversation we had at the restaurant after I finished high school; I was being my stubborn self and claiming to know what I wanted to study while you patiently understandingly tried to guide my path by reasoning my choices. But I wouldn't budge so you agreed for me to do my own thing and supported me throughout even though it wasn't what you would've chosen for me. 

There are times I reflected on that conversation and part of me wished I had listened to you. But all's done is done and I am here; a bit wiser now but still a long way to go. 

Because of you I grew up to be strong, independent in my ways, with a tinge of stubbornness (wonder whom I got that from?) You showered me with enough luxury to make me feel special but restrained me to an extent to teach me how to stand up on my own. You might not recall teaching me so many life lessons but you never needed to, I learned from watching you; your quiet demeanour, your strong presence, your etiquette perfection, your few words of lasting effects, your competitiveness, your work integrity, and the rock you always are through all the burdens you have had to carry. 

In the eyes of the world, I am considered a grown-up. But I know I'm still a little girl in your eyes, and I know I can still run to you when I hurt myself and you would always embrace me. 

I love you daddy, happy birthday. 

little matters of three/four weeks

I’ve been feeling completely lazy and I’m lagging behind in new posts. I’ve been busy too, to save my face! Well, nu Hmingi (mom’s best friend) and pa Will (her husband) came to Aizawl (my city) for a visit. We hardly get to see them with their living in the States. They stayed for a week...an incredibly busy yet awesome week :D

Look at the two of them all smiles at the top of Reiek Tlang or Mount Reiek (mom with glasses) :

And with dad & pa Will:

They got the Texas cowboy hat on dad’s head just for him...hmph! Yes yes, they live in Houston.

I really miss them right now…

After they left, a family relative passed away for whom a funeral had to be held. And followed immediately by my aunt’s family coming for a visit. They live in Lunglei which is another city. Their little daughter, Sarah, is shooo cute……*chuckles*

Aaaaaanyway, in the midst of all these, I got a lot going on in my own world too…like…ummm…reading books, helping my sis with her college application work, doing my own university application work, devouring more books, facebooking, cooking with mom and nu Hmingi (before she left), watching The Big Bang Theory marathon, catching the latest movies, more books, etc. So yeah, I had my hands full ~_~

Me getting comical in cowboy boots twice too large for my size :P

work-out with mom and dad

I’ve always wanted to work-out, maybe everyday or possibly few times a week, but I’m also always too lazy to drag myself out either to the gym or the park. So when dad offered we go together, I grabbed the chance. So off we went: me, dad and mom. We go on weekdays, in the evenings.

The exercise feels great, and I feel super though not quite fit yet *chuckle* The adrenaline rush you get while running that last mile on the treadmill, lifting that dumbbell with all the strength you can muster, doing that 50^th sit-up without giving up, pushing the lever with all your might to lift that 100lbs weight, willing your legs to move that peddle on the bike...whew...adrenaline indeed!

Mom on the weight machines. She might look like she’s about to drop it but oh no, don’t underestimate her, she’s one tough cookie; lifted the weights just fine and dandy...hihi.

There’s dad on the abs-cruncher. Believe me, that thing is a cruel punisher; made my abs go all jelly cause of the strain and to top it off, I had awful cramps on our first day of work-out! :(

Mom and Dad together :)

And there’s me, running on the treadmill!! I was sweating loads, good thing mom didn’t take this shot up close hahah.

There you have it, hope you’re now inspired to get on off your couch, stash that big bag of chips, swear your unhealthy lifestyle away and hit the gym or the park if you’re a nature lover. But hey...I’m not saying I’ll do this forever or anything…it’s hard work you know :-/