Firsts
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One of the joys of parenthood is your child's firsts. I'm not a parent, at least not yet. But I have nieces and a nephew, and have been around babies enough to know. I've witnessed first steps, first words, first crawls… Thinking of the joy I felt, I can only imagine how the parents feel.
Firsts don't stop at baby-hood. Although they do get fewer as one grows, they never stop coming. Today, my birthday was about firsts. Obviously not my first birthday, but the first in my second quarter century. In a way, it's a first.
I Am Amanda
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"I thought your name was Jonathan… hmm".
"Maybe you're just posting something written by someone called Amanda. So who's she?"
"He got himself a girlfriend called Amanda? Or not"
Wait… "could it be?" but you don't want to go there. "is this how you're announcing yourself to the world?" I mean it's 2016, it wouldn't be the craziest thing. "Surely not"
...Now I have to read on to really find out who or what is this Amanda is.
Did you find yourself in a line of thought similar to that? Maybe you didn't. I might have because of my hyperactive brain. I've learned that some of the things I do, most normal people don't. You could be one of those more patient readers than myself, who don't try to guess what the article is about before starting to read.
Well, "I am Amanda". There it is again.
Blessed Union
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With dad and mum's anniversary here, I decided to put some thoughts down. First, I start by saying...
Congratulations Daddy & Mummy! Happy 30th Anniversary!
Rolling back the years...
In my last year of primary school, I changed school to one that was across town. Because it was far, we carpooled with our neighbors. One day when dad and mum were out of town, I had to walk home with my friends. Days later when they were back, someone reported to them that she saw "your boy and his friends" walking through town.
Mbarara is a small town, somehow people know people, they see things, they talk about them. If you are to do something or go somewhere questionable, it gives you one more thing to think about. People will be asking, "who's son is that?" "Where is he from?" There is an inevitable link that people make with who or where we came from.
Is This The Religion Of The 21st Century?
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Over the summer holiday, I started doing part time work. Now about two months in, I've pretty much settled in. I can carry out almost all my duties without consulting or having to be corrected. I can't say it's the best thing that ever happened to me, but I don't have any complaints either. I have noticed, when people have inquired about my recently addition to the labor force, they seem to ask around the same lines; whether it is fun.
Earlier this year, I transferred to another university. As you would expect, people want to know how I find my new environment. At least they do ask questions that give me that impression. These questions happen follow a similar pattern, both from people at my previous college and those that I met here. Am I having fun at the new university? And, even since before the transfer, people are always asking me, if it is fun living in Japan.
The Crucible
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"Most believe there are two types of people who go into a crucible—the ones who grow stronger from the experience and survive it, and the ones who die. But there's a third type. The ones who learn to love the fire. They choose to stay in their crucible because it's easier to embrace the pain when it's all you know anymore." - Sebastian Gold
Has life given you an impossible circumstance? Have you landed in the crucible? In there, which type are you? Will you come out stronger, will you scorch and die away? Or have you just embraced it?
