I am really slow…

Because I did not realise that my friend has been making the headlines all week.

Congrats babe! You deserve every bit of worthy mention and yes, I finally understand what you have been putting your heart and soul into the past year.

Because I am such medical idiot when it comes to these kind of things.

I am so ecstatic for you!

Bonding over gourmet pizzas

I made pizzas for my family on Sunday, simply because this is the first time in a long time that I have been home on a weekend. Also it is the first time in a long time since I did not bring any work home or been too exhausted to do anything else.

The six-word memoir meme

I am not a frequent blogger but I blame that on my job and the million other expectations that come with it.

I like that I am allowed to satisfy my curious side and yet at the same time it demands that I remain objective and give due consideration to everything.

Writing on a high

Today, due to multiple illnesses attacking my body all at once, I was prescribed a cocktail of medication.

Also, due to deadlines which never go away, I had to sit down at home, on my day of rest, to finish some work.

Of course, it is always never nice to get writer’s block with a looming deadline.

So I swallowed all the medication at once (with food of course! This is a public service warning to kids that you should always listen to your doctors) and never felt so ‘high’ in my life.

I sat down to write thereafter, and lo and behold, my writer’s block was cured.

Now I know why people get addicted to narcotics and why Slyvia Plath writes so well.

I also discovered that falling sick is pretty common in an office that is under-staffed.

Some things are too painful to even talk about

I have to get used to this betrayal business.

In the workplace, it is a big battlefield with invisible lines drawn and unsaid strategies marked out.

And sometimes I am just too oblivious that I need things spelt out for me.

I have to become more attuned to this sort of things. Sigh, I am losing some part of me, day by day.

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RIP Heath Ledger

He was the Perth boy who allowed everyone there to dream, through the magic of his movies, or just through hope.

Such a sad lost.

The assassination of Benazir Bhutto

And so the horror begins, the retelling of a tale of how a former prime minister and someone who was running for elections in a country rife with political turmoil, was killed.

I had boarded the bus home, after watching Elizabeth: The Golden Age with a friend. And thanks, to the omniscient presence of TV Mobile on buses, the news came ‘live’ with startling clarity.

Run Lola Run

Running has always been my way of releasing the pent-up frustrations that have built up over the course of time.

I am a loner when I run. I like it that way, unless my family joins in the routine occasionally.

Otherwise, it is just me and the wind and the salty, lingering taste of the sea in the air.

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