Puppy power

As-salamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu!

Oh hi!

So this post is dedicated to the memory of our dogs. I feel bad for making this sound as if they’re dead. They’re not. It’s just that if in case they’ll souls may find peace, I’ll have an unfading and remindful memory of them. 

We have three dogs, four puppies, and seven of them are totally cute. I must’ve named them cute, Awesome, Wonderful, Kawaii, Delightful, Charming, and Amazing but no. I didn’t have the chance. Their names are Boughart, Jims, Pungge (small tailed), King, Fighter, Prince, and Princess. Awesome names still. Boughart is the fiercest we’ve got. Jims is like the sweetest dog. He loves resting his head on my foot even when I cross leg. Not only my foot but others as well. He even rests the cuteness of his face on my lap.  Pungge is a mother of four. She’s a mother, need I say more? The roles of mothers are noble.  I can’t relate to her a word other than noble (but not human-noble of course). King, Fighter, Prince, and Princess are warriors at heart. They are knights against each other. They always fight swallow-like the head of one another. My parents call this cuddling and I can’t understand how on Earth

 does putting your kin’s head inside your mouth called cuddling. Well, I guess dogs have an entirely different dictionary. That’s all about them.

Speaking of dictionary, I recently looked the word “dog”. Nothing interesting, I thought.

I clicked on this tab “types of dog” and there I found Belgian Griffon, Great Pyreness, Newfoundland, and other more I have read for the first time.

Much to my surprise I saw…

And I was like

m y    f  a  v  o  r  i  t  e

. . .

The single ladies (and gentlemen)

Everyone has experienced this state of being single

but there is a bunch of reasons to why they (we) remain so.

1.       Juvenility

Youthfulness has been blamed many a times

 for making us ineligible to comprehend matters of the adults.  

OH BOY.

Youth is also the reason for many of our restrictions. 

OH BOY.

2.       7 B’s aka Books Before Boys cos Boys Bring Babies

Lol. Please imagine an “Ana” instead of a “Harry” in the picture.

I was too tired. o_O

OH BOY.

3. Lack of self-esteem

Sometimes it ain’t the shortcomings of how we look.

Often, how we carry our selves matter more.

We often see beautiful girls date a so-and-so looking guy.

Some of us might say

“Oh she’s gotten nuts”

Or “Yea he might be filthy rich”.

But those aren’t the case sometimes.

Or most of the times.

The truth is he carries himself so well that he makes her feel good about herself.

No one wants to date a negative-vibed person anyway, right?

 No? What, you don’t think so?

You just flattered a heart by disagreeing.

Well, enjoy you disagreeing people.

Vc”,

OH BOY.

4. Self-conceitedness

As much as there are people who lack confidence, there are those who overflow of it.

He’s all that or she’s all that.

He and she is too good for you.

Actaually, this is not a healthy attitude.

Love should have no standards.

That’s because love is not selfish.

We should be ready to love others as we love our self.

I think. :o)

5. Afraid heart

There are people who are afraid of getting themselves hurt

And having their hearts broken.

Love for them is:

Scaaryyyy.

6. Focus

Some people are too focused on what they do

that they find no time for love.

7. Reservedness

The roots of this is religion.

They want to settle with the person God fated for them.

These people do their best to stay true to their religion

So they may please God.

La ilaha ill Allah!

8. The need for time

Some people loved, broke their hearts, and needed time to recover and reflect.

9. Wordly desire

This encompasses peer pressure, the want to be cool, the need for attention, the want to belong, etc.

Just like this:

End of list :o)

It's funny what airplanes can do to me.

It’s about a minute ago when I heard an airplane pass by.

I can hardly contain my thoughts. I sense memory overload. Several memories have flashed back. Few belong to the past and the majority, the product of my creative thinking. Me in Saudi Arabia and the airports of Kuwait and Thailand are tinges from the past. Me garbed lavishly alighting from a US and UK taxi respectively are thoughts woven by my limitless imagination. I can’t help to wonder if many people think like I do. Or should I question do they “over” think like I do. I think a lot. It encompasses reflections, observations, reveries, and nevertheless, dreams of impossibilities. I would like to call such dreams as inconceivable because I think they are the least to happen on me.



Love, wealth, fame—I am one of those who revere of these.

On second thought they aren’t really vital and I can do away without them. On third thought they won’t be so bad to acquire. For the fourth time I thought, but they are a world away from me and then I am reminded of the word impossible (through the will of God though, everything is possible). Believe it or not, I do have fifth thoughts--Oh why can’t they be--be mine asap. Oh sure I over think. I hate over thinking. At times, I don’t. Seldom, I am just so undecided on what to do. Then I hear another plane pass by. An airplane just drove my mind crazy, I thought. It’s funny how a plane can blow my brains off, I thought again. I remember my airport experiences, oh sweet moments. So precious, I thought. Again. Oh no. I do over think.