Category Archives: Others
Basket Case
I really like the Green Day song of the same title.
Music like that only reflects the mood that I am at, like grasping at emotional straws that some times have no tangible threads or connections.
Mid week break
I have become accustomed to having a mid-week break.
Whilst everyone is slogging away at their desks, I would be out slinging my handbag and cantering on the pavements and air-conditioned walkways, just breathing in the air of freedom.
For birthday parties and homecomings that would never be the same again
The world lost a Nobel Laureate.
I lost the only playwright I have read since I was forced to read Shakespeare in school and the only one I bothered to seek out and read when I became addicted to just one play.
Requiescat In Pace Harold Pinter.
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.