You.

Listen and weep.   “Your smiles Well they make my day You don’t know it yet But you’re everything This little song – well It’s for you These lovely years here with you And you You make me run And you You make me want to live”   Advertisements

I’m totally evil ok.

Inspired by TMS, I decided to ascertain how cool and evil I was.   You Are 48% Evil You are evil, but you haven’t yet mastered the dark side.Fear not though – you are on your way to world domination.     How Evil Are You?    Sigh. My angel type thing is smiling and everything. Ayyo. Just…

Barry White and white dresses…

  A rare (or lately not so rare) moment of boredom at work finds me sitting cross-legged in a big blue chair, scribbling this into a notepad. This sneaky attempt to appear extremely busy and important is foiled by the iPod which is quite obviously plugged into both ears, effectively drowning out the noise of…

All by herself

  The baby coughed.   A little boy heard the noise and turned his head in surprise. It was early Wednesday morning – a Poya day – and the streets had seemed deserted when he’d slipped out of the house to have a secret run around before his mother called him in to help her…

La mer

    The sea has always frightened me. Its strength, sheer magnitude, its many faces. Small waves could make me stumble while larger ones would wash over me gently. One moment the water would rage and storm despite clear skies; the next, it would look like a limpid pool, begging to hold you in its…

Curtain call

  ‘Show’s over’ her mother whispers to her as the bright lights fade to black.   The little girl keeps staring ahead of her, unmoving and unblinking, although she can’t see through the darkness.   She can hear people shuffling their feet, gathering their children and their belongings, getting ready to get up and leave…

Ms. Brightside

Strange how most of the material for my blog comes to me during my walks to and from work.   I love this walk – it’s the only part of my day that I have completely to myself. Even when I’m at home, locked in my room, I don’t feel that same comforting solitude. I’m…