A vacation rarely has any stronghold for change. Yet, I faced one of the fears that resonated deep within me – deep dark spaces. Anxiety attacks were kept to the minimum mainly because, I was too busy laughing and worrying about the unslightly sweat stains.
Love is rice paper spring rolls, and the midnight black puppy outside our hotel. The perfect way to end this year, filled with laughter, healthy food, and sheer madness.
In life, you are rarely given a chance to rewrite “wrongs”, much less re-live the “rights”. We trundle through the ebb and flow of our mundane routine leaving nothing to chance.
At 14, LF was uncomplicated, faultlessly innocent, utterly adorable and calm that I desperately needed yet couldn’t hold on to. Towering me with his broad swimmer shoulders, penknife thin slits for eyes coupled with a hearty laugh that caught my attention before my heart latched on.
On hindsight, LF set the tone for all the boys from then on. As we sat there, I realised that a decade, four countries, three continents, a couple of bus stops and a few relationships later, we are right back where we first started. Of course, we are better dressed now. At least, I am.
Giving up hapadoll.com was tough, it was my domicile. Yet the notion of leaving the lurkers behind, pushed me to move on. Unfortunately, like leeches on raw skin, they stick.
Having long jettison the idea that, my past can and wants to firmly remain in the past, I am still curious. What keeps people from the past, fixated on the idea of knowing what’s in my future?
Surely building a shoe collection that does not resemble spoils from a bad swap meet would prove to be a much more enviable endeavour? While one’s at it, learning to choose the correct foundation to hide the flaws.
If the shoe fits.
In spite of my strong protest, I found myself in the middle of Little India picking out a sari. Or two. In case, my freckles did not scream “non-indian” loud enough, I brought along Zephyr for moral support.
The alphabet of the day – T
Life is full of first’s. Last night was the first time I heard traumatic in the same breath as my name. And they say that men aren’t good with words.
Wot a winner.
Being the eternal organiser, the sms folders in my phone are organised to a T. With the Prof, I had started an email folder especially for all things, TL. When my computer crashed, along went the idea of giving him the best present ever. Our “conversations”. Lately, my life has seen the need for some housekeeping.
Folders > View > GB > Delete
In a matter of moments, what once was there did not exist anymore. Funny, isn’t it? In the arvo, my chest tightened to a familiar feeling and I had to tell myself to breathe. People don’t realise the impact they have on your life when they decide to walk out. They do what they do because, they are who they are.
She knew you were you
Perhaps, in a different time. Perhaps, not.
Joie de vivre or not, it was not enough.
2008 is proving to be a better year than 2007 ever was. No passings, no incredible sadness and no pondering of what might be.
Patience is something I’ve yet to learn. The idea that a journey begins with a single step is something I grapple with. Daily. Yet, on some level, I am here.
Amelie was being difficult and Shyster K told me to be patient, to leave things alone. Knowing what a battle that is, I replied that it was impossible. Moments of silence passed as he indulged my endless barrage of queries amidst the yawns. I stood up to find that Amelie decided to be better to me. She’s a fighter, that one.
Losing an eyelash or two is a daily affair for me. More often than not, they fall off without issue. Occasionally, the stubborn ones stick around by falling into my eyeball and under the lids. Now, that’s abit more of a pain. Over the week, one stray eyelash fell in and somehow called the inner lids home.
A chalazion (stye) developed as a result and I paid the doctor a visit to get it lanced and drained. Unfortunately, the infection was deeper than expected so, yesterday I went into the A&E department to get the infection addressed with a letter written from my doctor.
Initial consulation is done by the resident medical officer who is not a specialist on any level. Our conversation went as such:
IDR: So what seems to be the problem today? Read the rest of this entry »
DH has planted the seed of evil in me. Pure, unadultered evil in the form of the Nintendo Wii. Before the dark side was, sheer pleasure in the form of thick slices of sakae, and tako.
Apparently, my hand eye co-ordination is sorely lacking and somehow it did not surprise me. What can I say? I am all brawn and no brain.
K.O, aye? Even Copper agrees.
the cutest patootie this side of East Coast
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