Tag Archives: Sad Thoughts

My Son's Nanny

Too many of us working mothers do not realize how invaluable a nanny’s role in the family is. In most households, mine included (since there aren’t too many chores to be done anyway), the nanny’s responsibility is not limited to child care. My nanny and house help of two years does more than just that. Continue reading

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My Son’s Nanny

Too many of us working mothers do not realize how invaluable a nanny’s role in the family is. In most households, mine included (since there aren’t too many chores to be done anyway), the nanny’s responsibility is not limited to child care. My nanny and house help of two years does more than just that. Continue reading

I Live on Raw Emotion.

Much of what I do in a day may seem routine to the outside world. I wake up, drink coffee, stare blankly into space, contemplate for a few minutes, shower, sing, drop soap, sing again..leave for work, catch a ride, sit (most times — stand), listen to music on my almost 2-year old Sony Ericsson K800i, make myself somehow useful in the office, walk myself to the bus station, sit (sometimes stand), listen to music on my phone again, turn up the volume to tune out the world, stare blankly out the window, grab my book of the moment, read a while, stare blankly out the window again, get off that bus, walk myself home, drop my bag, open the desktop/laptop, read emails, read feeds, listen to my blip.fm station, contemplate, write, sleep (repeat from start). Continue reading

Waiting For My Real Life To Begin: A Personal Reflection In Anticipation Of Year 2009

There are no words for this post. The song says it all for me. Every line is my life spelled-out.
I thank you for the inspiration while I sit here in anticipation of the year ahead… While I wait eagerly for my real life to begin. If only you can be there with me when it happens…

“Let me throw one more dice.
I know that I can win.
I’m waiting for my real life to begin.”

I have high hopes for 2009. Continue reading

It Strikes Again

***WARNING:***
Boring post ahead.
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My astrological sign is Aries.

Aries people — so I’ve read, usually suffer from diseases of the head. Psychological maybe? Maybe. Or of a more physical sort? Probably. Whatever it is. I am proof that horoscopes and character-typing, in the realm of the planets — has some truth in them.

I am having an annoying headache yet again — similar to what I’ve blogged about before, and before that. And well, yes, I am hoping this doesn’t mean I’d die soon, because, you know, dying a “bum” and unaccomplished isn’t exactly “sexy”. Well, I’ve written about dreading dying so soon. But, come on, who doesn’t, right? Unless you’re “emo” and borderline suicidal, that ain’t something you’d find comfortable talking about. Anyway, enough of that. Let’s get back to the headache. Just so you know, I am writing this as I’m suffering from this head-pounding, skull-cracking headache. Torture, I tell you. Continue reading