Eye liner-171 to 25

So i learnt how to apply eye liner,i have the pencil eye liner but apparently the liquid one does a better job.I guess part of my toiletry budget is going to purchasing that ..the food issue is killing me,living on 25tt a day is no joke.i cant have what i want when i want it ...it must be really hard for someone who lives this way not out of choice but out of necessity..life can be real hard.yesterday i worked on finishing my fiction,still on the 34th chapter of The color purple.school is starting in a week and i will have to cut down on fiction :( i love my fiction,helps me escape the realities of this world..esp loneliness and as far as i know its always there when i need it.i have been questioning myself a lot lately on why i'm so dedicated to writing...and then i realized i get this satisfaction from putting words on paper.one of my best friends says that should be enough,and most of the time he is right,so i guess we will stick with his theory.i miss my family- my mom,my dad,the twins,my bro and my sis..and of course one of my fav persons ever :).its not easy being apart from people you care about.anyway i'm gonna blow them kisses and hope they kiss right back :* someday .

DAY  1 Donate clothes You no longer use	DAY 2 Give away some  books you don’t use	DAY 3 Volunteer at a shelter	DAY 4 Write prisoners letters-I feel guilty about a letter from a prisoner who once wrote me and I never replied	DAY  5 Walk from Champ Fleurs to Trincity and back
DAY 6 Go  fishing	DAY 7 Go ice skating	DAY 8 Learn sign language	DAY 9 Learn to say “hello” in 50 languages.	DAY10 Learn how toBelly Dance
DAY11 Pay for someone’s lunch	DAY12 Finish the  fiction in my online library	DAY 13 Start  a happiness project	DAY 14 Make a difference in at least one person’s life.	DAY15 Write and publish a novel
DAY 16 Audition for makeup modelling	DAY 17 Gain a Readership of over 10000people by December 2013 for The SEED magazine	DAY 18 Uplift someone’s spirit	DAY 19 Graduate with distinction Jtough one	DAY 20 Get my blog to 10000views by Novemeber 3 2013
DAY 21 Create enough passive income so that you don’t have to work another day in your life.	DAY 22 Live on 25tt a day for  25days	DAY 23  Get an ideal 4bedroomed home	DAY 24 Visit a mosque	DAY25 Run a Marathon
Day 26 Learn how to apply eye liner, and eye shadow	Day 27 Try a new hair style You have never done before	Day 28 Rehearse and recite poetry in  front of an audience	Day 29 Buy myself red roses and share them till I remain with one	Day 30 Watch the top 20 movies of all time

WORDS

readers usually tell me ,that i write beautiful words,tell me so often that sometimes  i believe them, and i now use words daily like a writer,

words speak louder than actions,each speaker sees their speech as truth even though words are nothing more than letters strung together.

words do a lot more than actions,words  hurt more than blows do,some people read lips to know the present,i dig into records of  all your wrongs to awaken your past,and words tear us apart more than scissors do,
words make cowards strong men, and words make strong men look feeble and when words tears us apart we say more words with extra caution,and words hold us  closer together more than tapes  ever do,words make ugly,beautiful in an instant,they  heal hurt like miracle,

words make more friends than silence does,you say hi,how are you doing and you tickle life long-laughter through just one phrase,
each one sentence tells you a story worth listening to
,i am in love,but this sentence is for my lover,each phrase is a window into my thoughts,each word is a present worth unwrapping,each hope is a future worth dreaming about ,but you say ,don't say too much,that stuff is for your lover-its too deep,

but if i keep my own words to myself,our friendship dies,and you say hey,when did we stop talking that much and we start talking 7 days 24 hours,till our weak ties grow extra strong together

and you tell me i write beautiful words,you tell me so often that i believe you and our friendship rises above caution and i become a writer and i tell you i love you and you believe me you don't say,now  that sentence is for your lover.

I wrote this while listening to Sarah Kay's poem hands

How to be Professionally lazy- for dummies

every where i look i see hard working people and  lazy people--and i ask myself,how can i be skillfully lazy like that.
i mean being hard working is easy...you just have to get up first thing in the morning and find something to do,but being lazy and sticking to it  by choice is hard,first you have to convince your stomach in the morning that you don't need breakfast to actually stay in bed,and well come up with a million reasons why the bathroom is far to reach and you can actually hold everything in that is fighting to come out.now that is really hard when your goal is to not work at all.

now,you know word gets around when you decide to go professionally lazy ,work just gets jealous and it sends you temptation after temptation, job offers,like seriously,your mama starts finding you jobs around the house,then you cousin's cousin's cousin's calls you with a job offer,and when you go do the job for a week  and decide no,you have to be true to yourself and do nothing at all ,all day,and yes they fire you,and you are happy cause according to your goals,you are THE employee of the month,you didn't work at all,and that is really great news, but then your victory is short-lived cause your younger brother whose lived his whole life trying to meet your mama's expectations finds you a job and your long lost uncle  talks to a  friend's friend who tries  to help him patch family issues by getting you another job,and this will make your mama real happy,so you are emotionally bullied into taking this job,

but at  this new job you gotta real do work and you wonder why  things never work out good for you,i mean all you ever wanted was sleep,eat and laugh all day and be a couch potato,its only fair for somebody to fill the post of couch potato,we should not discriminate one job from another ,after all,if you stop you could just disrupt the job chain,pringles and lays could lose their potato chip making business,and all those soapie actors wont have anyone cheering for them and watching all the hard work they put in,what about the plus size tailors making clothes,they could run out of business and we both know you have  a good heart to let that happen.
and like you don't get why some people who are seriously looking for a job never get one,but for you people go out of their way to find you one,even when you tell them you are not looking for one,you don't need one,your mama's pension is just enough,and you are like seriously,this guys cant they see ,you are completely happy living this kinda life.so you decide you must just lie still to figure out new skills for you to be proffessionally lazy-starting with developing a 1 month patience and tolerance to rotting garbage,withstanding dirty clothes..now all those hard working people think they understand love and tolerance but you certainly can teach them a thing or two..you are even better than them at finding lost things,they cant find simple stuff even when they are organised but you,you can find a long lost sock through a pile of dirty clothes....talk about skill.
and you have very good manners,no one ever tells you to not pick up your phone during dinner-cause you never pick it up anyway,its just to much work...i mean 3310 is heavy and your arms are just to fragile for that kinda weight--so you see-people should understand how serious being lazy is,and they should support you,it takes so much will,and effort and determination to be lazy against all odds.

There is a Jungle out here-snapshot into the life of Wada

A few people that know me well,remember me for my successes,both in Junior secondary school and at BGCSE sitting.Apparently,i'm told,my grades were the best for both sittings countrywide.I am not sure how true that is,because i never felt half as smart as most people made it seem.I always felt like i didn't know stuff,and i listened when someone taught me something new,i read when i didn't know and i asked people to teach me,i stalked them if i had to,i even begged.One time when i felt my Setswana was dragging my results down,i asked for notes from my dorm mate who was in a single science class and excelling in her languages.Even though we have since lost touch i do hope someday she will know just how much she helped me.I knew she always got an A in Setswana and i was determined that even though the language did  not come  naturally to me ,i was going to learn it so well it would know me by name and get A or even better A* -i would say ''se tla nkitse''- Setswana. One time my mama's  kettle's plastic top melted while i was concentrating on my reading-unlike most children i know,my own mama,a teacher for over 20 years,wanted to give me a beating for reading and not concentrating on what i was supposed to be doing,i e making tea. Even when the results came out,i was still reading,trying to figure out things that i hadn't had time to figure out during the school term..I sometimes meet people who say hey,you were the best student in our time.For me,that was a momentary fleeting moment.Those are not the days I remember.I remember my first test in Literature class,in Mater Spei College,PL4 class of 2006 intermixed with students from  VL4 and RU4,taught by the beautiful and now late Mma Gaolathe,(may her soul rest in peace) ,I was the last in my class,a 30percent mark in a class of about 30 or so very bright students.I wondered if over the holidays prior to our enrollment to form 4 i had gone somewhat dumb,and somehow i felt embarrassed for myself,a week earlier Botswana Guardian  had dedicated a full page about my success in their newspaper so as i sat in that class,i wondered if i was a phony-you know an impostor of smart.The atmosphere in Mater Spei was different from what i had been used to in Kgatadimo.A junior secondary school in the outskirts of Kgagodi,Tamasane and Mogapinayana.There my knowledge of the english subject,and the fact that my ''uncle'' who in fact was my cousin was a teacher in the same school -had earned me a superiority spot over the other students-but in Materspaei I was just an unremarkable village girl,short hair,acne infested with two knocking knees.Nothing much to look at or admire.Inside though i knew i had a tenacity most would never break.So after my second test,in Chemistry,where again i was in the average pupils band,i decided,i was going to fight.Not because i felt dumb,but because i knew there was so much in me,and i was not getting it all out.So it was with a resolute mind,that every saturday afternoon,i would sit alone,sometimes with a friend or two in the PL4,study my additional mathematics,question after question,my Setswana idiom and proverb for proverb.My Macbeth,My  Biology to the point where missing an afternoon would so unsettle me.Sometimes i would be the only girl amidst 12 boys,drinking oros,magwinya and eating meat from the school kitchen.It came in handy that we studied with high ranking school prefects.I was a prefect ...but not so good at getting a bowl of meat from the school kitchen.The fact that i was tomboyish heped me blend in with the boys so well,they all saw me as just another guy,and we would do those math questions,competing and i would feel so happy in that state.Solving quadratics,calculus, and whatever math topic you can think of.Those were my boys,and i loved hanging out with them more than anything.Sad thing is i only got to realise how boyyish i had been years later through photos,no wonder i had  such a  stale love life in High school.I could have experienced the butterflies,and the pounding of hearts,but hey,i bet with my glasses-i was too nerdish for that.My favorite teacher was Mr Masilo,i cant say for sure if i was his favorite student but i know if i could vote for the best teacher ever he would get my vote for sure.He helped me with physics.I had a hard time  understanding  forces,and masses and velocity,but he simplified my life so much physics became a breeze.He never pushed me,but i always wanted to do more,he was the kind of teacher who was interested in my success as a student --however this sometimes did not go well with others,because he did not hide his favoritism for me.He would ask me to attend afternoon classes with his students and refuse other students from attending. He didnt care what anyone thought and at that time i didn't think much of that.After all,we got connected because i had pestered my own teacher so much with physics questions and he had referred me time and time gaain to Mr Masilo,to the point where when he saw me he would ask me what the question for the day was.He got to meet my mother a few years after i left Mater Spei,My mom transferred from Lotsane to Mater Spei a year after I left,and he was surprised that i was my own mom's daughter.My mom is pretty,she dresses well,after all she is an art teacher and mixing and matching comes easily to her.She is so pretty you just have to stop and stare,despite the fact that she is getting wrinkles around the eyes.I don't know who is lucky-my dad or her-because according to who you listen to-they both claim they are more beautiful or handsome than the other.Anyway ,enough about my mom,and dad.I had another parent in Mater Spei.The young and lively Sister Viado.She would chase after every girl wearing a short dress,and even if you were an Amantle Montsho or Nigel Amos,she woul dhunt you down and find you.I never got into trouble with her over dresses,but once i lip singed during a prefect's choir practise and she noticed.Oh boy,i had to sing that day.Singing has never been a talent i loved.Perhaps it's becaus ein primary school we were asked to drink raw cooking oil to make our voices smooth or it was the orange rind that we were aske dto eat that repulsed me.I even refuse to sing even  to this day.When my friends have choir practise i watch and admire from a distance.American Idol though is changing my perception on singing an once in a while i envision myself hitting high notes and being a super star.Most days though that dream is just a dream,and i am fighting towards a dream i envisioned accomplishing back in 2006 when i was asked what i wanted to do,during an interview after our success in BGCSE.I said someday i will find the cure of HIV and AIDS. I am into my fourth year of medical school.Starting my fifth year next week.A cure for HIV looks like a fading goal.But i still believe it can be found,despite the deaths that kill my spirit day in and day out.the fact that the  infection rate in my country affects  about 40 or so percent of the populations strikes a chord in my heart.It reminds me ,i still have  a lot of work to do to finally get my succes.Earlier I said  OUR SUCCESS,it is OURS because every teacher who ever sat me down,to say hey you can do better ,the likes of Mma Nare,my setswana teacher,Mma Shamukuni,my religious education teacher,Mr Chester-my literature teacher ,my class teacher Mma Ntshole,and My deputy Head teacher and many others whose names are eluding me now,helped me to our success.They prepared me for the jungle out there.A jungle where there are many lions,hyenas,cheetahs ready to tear one's dreams down.I still encounter a cheetah claw once in a while,but like the rulers i look up to,i know,its just a bruise--and life goes on

How do i tell HIM i cheated last night-173 to 25

So last night my girls and I decide we was gonna go out to the Mall  and have we some fun,brother we black sisters when we say go out to the mall we mean go all out ,so yah you guessed that right,we was all dressed up,our best christmas clothes out ,so nice looking you couldn't have placed Miss Universe beside we ,we would have deserved that crown so bad you was gonna just look her straight in the eye,lips straight as hell and demand she give this beautiful sister her crown,i tell you.So my afro's all looking nice,and my lips are brown and succulent like they are not the ones doing the eating.God knows i been hungry for something different-it is de craving-been killing me-and here i got mi many options.Tall,coffee late's,six pack's dripping,hot brown loaded burger KINGSs',KFC keeps whispering so good,and its the popular option around town,i mean if i was to take it home i sure family would approve,everybody loves KFC in Trinidad,its like that boyfriend you family loves more than you--so how am i ever gonna resist,and damn,there is Cold stone,may be cold as the north pole but the sweetness--mmmmh the sweetness-compensates like no other,and this guys are so good selling themselves they are offering a Flavour of the Weak for just 20 dollars--running for a short time.God knows IM WEAK..no man..life is not fair...so much temptation,a woman should not have so many options to cheat with the moment she leaves her house..no,it should be against the law.i mean i came here on a tight budget trying to live on 25tt a day and you have me surrounded left right and center,well i give in,its the Beef eaters,they does catch mi wandering eye.From the rich smell of the barbecue sauce,to the fries,man ,i would do anything for a bite.so i realise i have been tempted,to make mi better i get my housey a thigh,and this french fries-if we cheat together i wont fell so bad alone-but damn-this girl gets me right back--she decides for dessert she gonna hit me with a brown crispy waffer and cheesecake ice-cream --have you ever tasted cheesecake,man if you haven't you wont understand why the hell i couldn't resist.Its like trying to reach heaven-when all the little sins you keep trying to overcome ask you to be your escort and rub your feet when you does get tired.So yes,how do i tell God i cheated last night.I think i will try to make up for overspending last night with a mini fast...maybe just maybe can make up for the additional 25tt i used on that 49.99tt pork ribs and fries,and maybe tomorrow start afresh on my 25bucket list item of living on 25tt a day with a fresh mind.No Food tempptations

in a day i have 3 or so cups :( good thing its decaff

DAY  1 Donate clothes You no longer use	DAY 2 Give away some  books you don’t use	DAY 3 Volunteer at a shelter	DAY 4 Write prisoners letters-I feel guilty about a letter from a prisoner who once wrote me and I never replied	DAY  5 Walk from Champ Fleurs to Trincity and back
DAY 6 Go  fishing	DAY 7 Go ice skating	DAY 8 Learn sign language	DAY 9 Learn to say “hello” in 50 languages.	DAY10 Learn how toBelly Dance
DAY11 Pay for someone’s lunch	DAY12 Finish the  fiction in my online library	DAY 13 Start  a happiness project	DAY 14 Make a difference in at least one person’s life.	DAY15 Write and publish a novel
DAY 16 Audition for makeup modelling	DAY 17 Gain a Readership of over 10000people by December 2013 for The SEED magazine	DAY 18 Uplift someone’s spirit	DAY 19 Graduate with distinction Jtough one	DAY 20 Get my blog to 10000views by Novemeber 3 2013
DAY 21 Create enough passive income so that you don’t have to work another day in your life.	DAY 22 Live on 25tt a day for  25days	DAY 23  Get an ideal 4bedroomed home	DAY 24 Visit a mosque	DAY25 Run a Marathon
Day 26 Learn how to apply eye liner, and eye shadow	Day 27 Try a new hair style You have never done before	Day 28 Rehearse and recite poetry in  front of an audience	Day 29 Buy myself red roses and share them till I remain with one	Day 30 Watch the top 20 movies of all time

Why Men are like a pair of shoes

Men are  like a pair of shoes,there are those you see for the first time ,and you know without trying them on ,they will fit just right ,this ones they will protect you ,go the extra mile with you,take the heat for you,keep away the rain and the cold from you ,be the comfort you need whenever you need them  , never ever  trade this kinda pair for anything, they are always running out.sometimes they may come in the form of boots,not so good looking or fancy but strong,resilient and every good word you can use to describe a shoe  it will fit them just right,they will work just right,dedicate your life and your love for these,be committed in polishing them with care and tenderness,taking time to meeting them at the door with a smile  every time they come home,dusting away the sand from them,if you need to take them to a shoe maker to get them to fit again do so,repair their sole when it starts wearing out,they are worth it,then there are fun shoes,you only need them once in a while,are good for picnics,out-doors,retreats ,you know mini periods,but they can't commit to trying times like  climbing  mountains ,they tend to wear out easily in trying times time ,eg  walking through roads of  hormonal changes ,9 month trials, stresses,job losses, sickness, death,any kind of  uncertainty .some  are like stilettos,they will make you look taller or larger than life ,even though you will know they are not a perfect fit and you so would try to resist ,in the end you will still get them because they really look good and are perfect for your tiny feet that have been waiting for the perfect pair and moment to be shown off and make your friends who all have great shoes jealous,at-least just once, so you may fit in the crowd ,yet inside they hurt you, corns  and lies alike , they hurt you.some are the kind you can only window shop at,they are soo taken.then they are those who have a lay bye label on them,reserving themselves for a special lady-these are called engaged.some are  like sandals, simple sole and strap but they have the potential to carry you miles over shitty stuff and support you.some you will always carry around but never put on,they may be the perfect ones,just waiting for you to give them a try but you will always look at them and see a left shoe, when in fact they are so right they would fit in perfectly if  only you stopped long enough to try them on.

I miss you

every time i come home
i miss you
i feel like an empty house
i miss you
i miss you even more now that you not here
i miss you
i miss dressing up and looking for you
waiting for that light to shine in  sheer delight just for me from you
i do miss you
i miss you
sometimes
 i see your face missing me
smiling back at me
from places around me
my mind trying to find you
in places
were you once chased me
here there
where

where are you  now

what are you doing right now

are you alright

is the world treating you kind

do i ever cross your mind

do you know i miss you this much

cause i do

174 days to 25-Belly dancing

So yeah,i shook my torso to the right and to the left today-maybe in 6 months if i keep at it,a six pack wont mean a can of beers but rather  one of those sexy slim bellies people look at and say wow,what a bikini torso,not that i have a problem with my current one,--no,no, no! i don't--i even sing i'm sexy and i know it once in a while in front of the mirror-its a good thing my body rates very low when it comes to things that cause me to stress,and i want to keep it that way. I actually enjoyed the belly dancing....it felt like a poetic piece of my body,swinging here and there to a rhythm .hip up and down..might use it when reciting a poetry piece someday ..i must say since i started this bucket list thing i look forward to my mornings...as for yesterday's 25 tt for  meals for a whole day ,i think for lunch i had a tuna sandwich,2 slices of brown bread and for dessert i made custard,it was very  very sweet---i tend to have a sweet tooth-especially if i am denying myself this and that -i saved some  custard for my house mate-i doubt she managed to eat it at all --then i had an apple --keeps a doctor away--and yes water and lots and lots of tea..i didn't have a proper supper.;;just popcorn ..i just felt full and this morning it was back to tea and toast .the tea guys should give me an award for the world's most drinker of tea in the Carribean-its hot here but im still loyal to my tea...i think in a day i have 3 or so cups :( good thing its decaff

DAY  1 Donate clothes You no longer use	DAY 2 Give away some  books you don’t use	DAY 3 Volunteer at a shelter	DAY 4 Write prisoners letters-I feel guilty about a letter from a prisoner who once wrote me and I never replied	DAY  5 Walk from Champ Fleurs to Trincity and back
DAY 6 Go  fishing	DAY 7 Go ice skating	DAY 8 Learn sign language	DAY 9 Learn to say “hello” in 50 languages.	DAY10 Learn how toBelly Dance
DAY11 Pay for someone’s lunch	DAY12 Finish the  fiction in my online library	DAY 13 Start  a happiness project	DAY 14 Make a difference in at least one person’s life.	DAY15 Write and publish a novel
DAY 16 Audition for makeup modelling	DAY 17 Gain a Readership of over 10000people by December 2013 for The SEED magazine	DAY 18 Uplift someone’s spirit	DAY 19 Graduate with distinction Jtough one	DAY 20 Get my blog to 10000views by Novemeber 3 2013
DAY 21 Create enough passive income so that you don’t have to work another day in your life.	DAY 22 Live on 25tt a day for  25days	DAY 23  Get an ideal 4bedroomed home	DAY 24 Visit a mosque	DAY25 Run a Marathon
Day 26 Learn how to apply eye liner, and eye shadow	Day 27 Try a new hair style You have never done before	Day 28 Rehearse and recite poetry in  front of an audience	Day 29 Buy myself red roses and share them till I remain with one	Day 30 Watch the top 20 movies of all time

Ka sebelebele, lerato ke eng?

Ya re matlho a me a ntse a tsiediwa ke boaka, ke ntshiwa pelo ke kgang tsa lefatshe,ka go bona baratani mo nageng ba itshwina , bangwe ba itaana ka menyenyo ya go ka hatlha letsatsi,bangwe  diatla di tlamparalane,bangwe dipounama di le bo-mmogo jwa go ka  sita le mafatlha,ka utlwa temana ena e ntlela pelong.Temana ya Bakorintha,kgaolo e ntimeletse, e balega jaana

''Lorato lo pelotelele e bile lo pelonomi. Lorato ga lo fufege, ga lo ikgantshe, ga lo ikgogomose,ga lo itshware ka tsela e e sa tshwanelang, ga lo ipatlele melemo ya lone fela, ga lo gakatsege. Ga lo nnele go gopola kutlwisobotlhoko.Ga lo ipelele tshiamololo, mme lo ipela le boammaaruri.Lo emelana le dilo tsotlhe, lo dumela dilo tsotlhe, lo solofela dilo tsotlhe, lo itshokela dilo tsotlhe.Lorato ga lo ke lo fela.''

Ya re matlho a me a katloga mokwalo o,ka ipotsa gore a mme dipelo tsa baratani ba sesha di  tletse lerato la go nna jalo.A yame e nna le lone nna.Ke ga kae baratani ba fetswa pelo ke go ema metsotswana,ba emetse bakapelo ba bone mo dikomano di tlhagogang? Ke eng dipelo tsa bona di tlola high jump go feta batlodi ba di olympics, motlhang mongwe a kgatlhegelang mmaatla wa bonemo ebileng go setse go kgona go nna le ''polao ya lerato''.Fa kgotlhang e tlhagoga,ke eng go unyulolwa dikgang tsa ngwaga tse di hitileng tse eleng gore ha e ne e le baswi ba epolotswe le marapo ne re tla fitlhela  e le monontshane. A marato a malatsi a,a kgona go emela dilo tsotlhe ka metlha,a a na le bokao jo bo nonofileng,a nna a na le mokwatla,kana ke marato a molomo hela.Boitshoko ke eng.A re a bo itse nna.Lerato ka sebelebele ke eng 

174 days to 25-Bucket list-25tt a day for meals

Today marks the beginning of my meal accounting 25 day period,I am going to try live on 25tt a day ,which is about 4USD or P32.For a week i should spend about 175tt and for a month 700tt.This morning i had left over pizza and tea,no milk,4teaspoons of sugar.I'm not sure how much that would account for,so i;m not going to include it in,and  i didnt buy the pizza,house mate gave me a pizza treat last night.She is awesome.My meals should be pretty interesting with a budget like that.I will surely keep you updated on what i eat as the days roll by.I hope i wont starve :) Bye bye KFC,Bye bye Burger King,Bye  bye Rituals,Bye bye ice cream,i sure gonna miss you.The highlighted stuff marks some of the list items i have achieved or have started working on.I need ideas on how to get that house.Suggestions are highly welcome

DAY  1 Donate clothes You no longer use	DAY 2 Give away some  books you don’t use	DAY 3 Volunteer at a shelter	DAY 4 Write prisoners letters-I feel guilty about a letter from a prisoner who once wrote me and I never replied	DAY  5 Walk from Champ Fleurs to Trincity and back
DAY 6 Go  fishing	DAY 7 Go ice skating	DAY 8 Learn sign language	DAY 9 Learn to say “hello” in 50 languages.	DAY10 Learn how toBelly Dance
DAY11 Pay for someone’s lunch	DAY12 Finish the  fiction in my online library	DAY 13 Start  a happiness project	DAY 14 Make a difference in at least one person’s life.	DAY15 Write and publish a novel
DAY 16 Audition for makeup modelling	DAY 17 Gain a Readership of over 10000people by December 2013 for The SEED magazine	DAY 18 Uplift someone’s spirit	DAY 19 Graduate with distinction Jtough one	DAY 20 Get my blog to 10000views by Novemeber 3 2013
DAY 21 Create enough passive income so that you don’t have to work another day in your life.	DAY 22 Live on 25tt a day for  25days	DAY 23  Get an ideal 4bedroomed home	DAY 24 Visit a mosque	DAY25 Run a Marathon
Day 26 Learn how to apply eye liner, and eye shadow	Day 27 Try a new hair style You have never done before	Day 28 Rehearse and recite poetry in  front of an audience	Day 29 Buy myself red roses and share them till I remain with one	Day 30 Watch the top 20 movies of all time