Life is Always a Test


Dear Life,
Life can be a beautiful, expensive bowl of crazy gourmet mixed salad. I say this because whenever I order a salad at a restaurant, the dish looks beautiful, but there are certain ingredients I don’t like in it like onions, tomatoes, and carrots. I had two choices. One, I could try the salad anyway, or dig in my salad to take all of the nasty ingredients out of my bowl.

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Life is a test you are given every single day it does not matter, whether you are religious or not. Everything happens for reason whether you like the test or not. It is part of developing who you are.
You cannot escape a test because you can be tested in your home, in public, and even social media. About social media, we do tend to make worse decisions than good ones because we have the more freedom to be foolish than we are in public. Negativity will always be present on social media. It is up to you if you want to spread the fire.


You will always be tested with people, animals, and things that are non-living.
For example, you may come across a rude person, you might encounter a lost baby bird you found abandoned (this did happen to me a few days ago), or you may accidentally hit your foot against a wall. When these things happen, we have choices of what we are going to do about it.


Most of the time, our tests would be multiple-choice. We have good choices, bad choices, and sometimes we just don’t know what choice to make. Therefore, I will break it down below:
Bad decisions: Bad consequences, regret,and negativity
Good choice: Happiness, peace, and appreciation.
No choice: Fear, anxiety, worry, nervousness.
We all have chosen bad and good choices due to multiple reasons. However, we must try to make better choices in order to have a peace of mind.


Bad choices can be good too because we get to learn from our mistakes. When you are stuck with no choice, sometimes we need another person to help us make a good decision.
If lucky, sometimes we are given a second chance to take the test all over again in order to pass.
Another type of life test we are given are sometimes true or false test. This is where you are being tested about what is true and what is not. For example, you hear rumors, gossip, and slander about people, and most of the time it is something that you don’t know. For example, lets say a on social media, a person posted something like….this public figure worships…bacon and is a member of a bacon cult. So, you have a decision to make on whether if the gossip is true or false.

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When I am given a true or false test, I always do my research. You cannot always trust the people you know or whatever news source you read. This type of test is what the majority of us are mostly failing due to ignorance and pride.
As for the media, I think it is good to have biased news stations like CNN and Fox news in order for us to do our OWN research to see if the current events are true or not. Every news station is flawed. In order to understand and know the facts is BEING IN THE SITUATION. You see traveling journalist risking their lives finding the real truth of what it is happening. You have people who are actually in this chaos to know the real truth. My overall point is, you will never understand the situation unless you been there!

Let me break it down…

Don’t assume something is true if you have never been in that situation to understand what the hell is going on. This goes for race, political views, feminism, religion and the list goes on. Therefore, do your research and showing statistics does NOT help.


Going back to life is a test…


Sometimes certain test can last longer than we expected. Oh yes, tests can last for minutes, hours, days, and maybe years.

In closing, Life is a test and we cannot escape it. We should never be afraid of tests because it helps develop who we are and understand life better. The choices we make comes from the lessons we study and learn from our family and village. We should never stress the bad choices that we make because we will learn from them and if we are lucky, we can take that test again. So give yourself a round of applause because you are a test survivor!


Life Lesson #84: Every single situation in your life is significant.


Lady Elle~

Things Are Not What It Seems



Dear Job,

Two week ago I was hired for host position at a popular Italian restaurant. If f you want know how my job has been coming along. Well, for a few days I thought I really got the hang of it, but to be honest…hosting is hard as hell.

Yea, hosting is not  an easy job, especially when you dealing with many customers. At the beginning of the day, hosting is easy because people are slowly coming in and I would seat them right away, but when it gets busy, I would speed up as fast as I can and make sure that everyone is satisfied.

Funny. For the first few days I thought I was doing a great job as host, but according to other hosts, they do not think so. One of the host trained me and I could have sworn I asked her if everything I was doing is right. She said I did, but she told the manager  that there were some skills that I need to improve when hosting. I understand what she means, but instead of telling somebody else about my job performance, she should have been honest with telling me first of what I am doing wrong.

Today, I worked for one of the host because she/he had an important event to attend. The employees said that Saturdays are the busiest days. No kidding. Hosting on Saturday really kicked me in the ass. I believe I have written about a hundred names. Anyway, it was a great long adventure. After the secret conversation about my job performance, I did my best that day to prove them wrong. Thanks to one of my mangers Mr. Smokey, he told me mostly on how to time each seating customer. By the way, he clearly explained of what I am doing wrong and I appreciate it dearly. After my night shift, I asked whether he could assign me a different position  because I feel that I am just not ready for the host position. He said he would work something out for me. There is a chance that I am going to a table setter, or maybe a host/table setter. Setting tables should be very easy. I believe that is all right with me.

Anyway, I am going to prove everyone wrong about my job performance. I am going to get what is mine. All I need is faith, hard work, and confidence.

Life Lesson #51:  Giving up is an easy thing to do, but working hard will take you where you want to go.

Thanks For Reading,

Lady Elle~

P.S: Wish me luck~

What A Beautiful,Yet Unexpected Saturday


Dear Saturday,

Saturday was the perfect day and weather to go to downtown Atlanta. Mr. Bird (my boyfriend), his nieces, and I went downtown and ate at the Varsity for the first time. We were going to our favorite seafood restaurant, Six Feet Under. Six Feet Under is a popular seafood restaurant and bar that is locate right next to the historical cemetery.  Every time Mr.Bird and I go there, I always want to go across the street to the  cemetery and check out all of the beautiful mausoleums and the old tomb stones. Something about the dead just really connects to me somehow. Unlike most people, I feel death should not be a scary ,or a sad thing. I see death as a beautiful thing.

Anyway, we did not go to Six Feet Under that time because we wanted to try something new and I think Mr.Bird and I  had a feeling that his nieces would not like the food there anyway. So, we went to Varsity and it was really crowded. I guess we arrived during lunch hour.  We all ordered hamburgers. On the menu, the burgers looked big and I remember watching the Travel Channel and heard Varsity’s burgers were really good. Well when we got them, the hamburgers looked small like McDonald‘s happy meal burgers. We tried it anyway, but by the look of all of our faces, we didn’t really care for the food. First of all, if we wanted a hamburger, we would of went to Burger King. However, we tried something new and I don’t think we will never go back there to eat again. haha

After we ate at the Varsity, we went to Martin Luther King’s Historic Museum. It had been a long time since I been there. I remember my mother and I went there and everything seemed big. I guess I was short. We went there and I was happy to bring his nieces there so they can see how it much America has changed and to show them that everything is possible to make their dreams come true. It does not matter what race you are. I know I am just a family friend to Mr. Bird’s nieces ,but somehow I feel as if they are important to me like family. I hope they feel the same way about me.

After the Martin Luther King Museum, we went back home and Mr. Bird and I went shopping.  I don’t know what Mr. Bird was shopping for. I know I was shopping for workout clothes ,but decided to buy pajamas.

I must say this world is so small. It does not matter how far you go, you will always end up running into someone you know, even the ones you wish you never met. Yes, this happened to me. Who was it? It was Don. In case some have not heard about Don, I  wrote about him from my previous blog post ,”The Most Embarrassing Moment of The Month“.

To make the story short, Don was one of my high school classmates that I had met at a job fair at this store Five Below and accidentally sent a Valentine’s Day text to him ,but it was suppose to be  for Mr.Bird. Yea, it was really embarrassing.

So, Mr. Bird and I were waiting in line for an available cashier at Marshall’s (a clothing store)  and I saw Don working as a cashier. I was awkwardly nervous because I was next in line and he was almost done checking out the customer’s stuff. I told Mr.Bird about it and he laughed. The world works in mysterious ways because Don was done and I had no choice but to go to his cashier station.  I walked up with stride and bravery and started the professional conversation. I said hi, asked him how he was doing, and asked whether he got hired by Five Below. He said he did ,but did not stay there long because the store dis not pay their employees enough. To me, I felt great because I wanted that job and I did my very best from the job interview ,but they did not hire me.  I’m glad they didn’t ,because that was a sign that there will be a job worth working for. Now, I wonder what job will it be. Hopefully, my job is related to writing. I would love to get paid to write. That has always been my dream.

Sometimes I wish people can understand how much I am passionate of wanting to become a writer, especially my step-father. He thinks I should be a nurse ,or a flight attendant because it is easy pay without struggle, but I don’t want that.  I love to take care of people and travel, but I don’t want  neither of those careers.  I want to take the hard route. I want the struggle and hardship of becoming a famous writer. I don’t care if I get paid little. I rather have a job that I’ll enjoy mentally and physically than having  a job where I am just there for the  money and not happy. For example, one of my professors told me a story about one of her cousins who is an engineer ,but hates his job.  Her cousin loves his paycheck ,but hates what he has to do everyday. He hates his job so bad that he never wants to talk about it.  I don’t want that.  I want a job that I will enjoy everyday of my life so I can share my happiness of having that job.  I want a job where I can be physical and mentally well and that is becoming a writer.

Life Lesson #42:  Nobody knows what is best for you ,but you.  Live only your dreams, not everyone else’s.

Thank You For Reading,

Lady Elle~

P.S:  I believe in you.