Yet another series of very short posts to sum up some of the situations that occur.
For eg, at this moment:
Espresso at 11 pm: 1
Sleep: 0
Moral: Do not drink espresso at 11 pm if sleep is what's next on the agenda.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Observations of the Why Why girl
Why is it that you will be one of the very lucky few who will find that one soul sister aka best friend aka besty aka go to person at all times....
and
she will live at the other end of the world from you, separated by some various oceans whose names you don't even remember, by a 27 hr long flight, by completely different time zones by which I mean, her night, your day kind of different time zones.
And if you're lucky you will see her for a what will seem like very short 15- 20 days every three years.
And you will constantly wait for her sun to rise while yours sets to be able to pour your heart out to her because she is your go to person. Living at the other end of the world?
Why?
and
she will live at the other end of the world from you, separated by some various oceans whose names you don't even remember, by a 27 hr long flight, by completely different time zones by which I mean, her night, your day kind of different time zones.
And if you're lucky you will see her for a what will seem like very short 15- 20 days every three years.
And you will constantly wait for her sun to rise while yours sets to be able to pour your heart out to her because she is your go to person. Living at the other end of the world?
Why?
Observations of the Why Why girl.
Why is it that you will have a month of absolute peace and stability , bordering even on the edge of boredom and you will begin to question the presence of excitement in your life.
And then within a week, A pipe will break in the washroom, flood the house, leading to inconvenient repairs in the house, you will suddenly be given a whole lot of work with the deadline being yesterday, your child will fall sick and be difficult, you will PMS and how, dandruff will surface, along with her friend, the pimple, bloating will happen and clothes will not fit. All at once.
And then within a week, A pipe will break in the washroom, flood the house, leading to inconvenient repairs in the house, you will suddenly be given a whole lot of work with the deadline being yesterday, your child will fall sick and be difficult, you will PMS and how, dandruff will surface, along with her friend, the pimple, bloating will happen and clothes will not fit. All at once.
Monday, August 16, 2010
I have a dark sinister secret
Caught your attention, didn't it? It did. That's what secrets do. They have an allure. A pull.
First the word. Secret. I like. It's one of those words that I think was well thought of. By whomsoever it was that thought of the words. Unlike table. For some reason, I think (and it is my own personal opinion) that a table could have been called something else. More thought and more editing might have gone into that.
But secret- that came out just right. The word to the meaning- it fit.
Secret has it's own distinct sound. In my mind, its a whisper.
Secret has a life span. And it varies. Short, long and eternal.
Secret definitely has a life. And a very exciting one at that.
Personality? Now we're talking. Dark, alluring, mystical, devious, happy, joyful.
And power. To make. To break. To resolve. To hurt. To elate. To banish. To reveal. To hide.
It can definitely be seductive. Or ugly. Dangerous. Sinister. Or beautiful.
Everyone has one. Or more. But, one, at the minimum.
And the coolest thing about a secret. It finds its space. A nook. A corner. A brain cell. A thought. In your system. Heart or mind. And stays there. Safe. As it should.
And it demands to be well kept. Because it knows that if it isn't, then it will cease to exist. It will no longer be that. A secret.
First the word. Secret. I like. It's one of those words that I think was well thought of. By whomsoever it was that thought of the words. Unlike table. For some reason, I think (and it is my own personal opinion) that a table could have been called something else. More thought and more editing might have gone into that.
But secret- that came out just right. The word to the meaning- it fit.
Secret has it's own distinct sound. In my mind, its a whisper.
Secret has a life span. And it varies. Short, long and eternal.
Secret definitely has a life. And a very exciting one at that.
Personality? Now we're talking. Dark, alluring, mystical, devious, happy, joyful.
And power. To make. To break. To resolve. To hurt. To elate. To banish. To reveal. To hide.
It can definitely be seductive. Or ugly. Dangerous. Sinister. Or beautiful.
Everyone has one. Or more. But, one, at the minimum.
And the coolest thing about a secret. It finds its space. A nook. A corner. A brain cell. A thought. In your system. Heart or mind. And stays there. Safe. As it should.
And it demands to be well kept. Because it knows that if it isn't, then it will cease to exist. It will no longer be that. A secret.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Observations of the Why Why girl.
Why is it that when a mother changes the millionth (or at least what it feels like) diaper, she's only just being a mom?
But let the dad get his hands on one and the whole room gushes what an absolutely amazing dad he is?
Why?
But let the dad get his hands on one and the whole room gushes what an absolutely amazing dad he is?
Why?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The thoughts that are thought
Think of all the thoughts we think.
Good thoughts. Bad thoughts. Nice thoughts. And naughty thoughts.
Happy thoughts. That make us smile. Sad thoughts. That rather not
be thought.
A thought that's private. A thought that is shared.
Crazy, insane thoughts. Rational, sensible thoughts. Calm, peaceful thoughts. Anxious thoughts.
Thoughts that are born. Thoughts that are inspired. Borrowed thoughts.
Fleeting thoughts that come and go. Thoughts that linger. And breed more thoughts.
A single thought. A chain of thoughts.
Clear thoughts, of a sound mind. Confused thoughts of an irrational one.
Thoughts of love. Thoughts of family. And friends. Thoughts of strangers.
Remnant thoughts of the past. Thoughts of the here and now. Thought that think into the future.
Thoughts that turn into dreams. And fantasies. Thoughts that turn into a creation. Or thoughts that destruct.
Thoughts of great minds. Of artists on canvases. Of poets in poetry. Thoughts through films. Orations and books that translate thoughts.
And then the everyday thoughts of the ordinary man. And woman. And child.
The thought that are thought.
Like this one. A thought about thought.
Good thoughts. Bad thoughts. Nice thoughts. And naughty thoughts.
Happy thoughts. That make us smile. Sad thoughts. That rather not
be thought.
A thought that's private. A thought that is shared.
Crazy, insane thoughts. Rational, sensible thoughts. Calm, peaceful thoughts. Anxious thoughts.
Thoughts that are born. Thoughts that are inspired. Borrowed thoughts.
Fleeting thoughts that come and go. Thoughts that linger. And breed more thoughts.
A single thought. A chain of thoughts.
Clear thoughts, of a sound mind. Confused thoughts of an irrational one.
Thoughts of love. Thoughts of family. And friends. Thoughts of strangers.
Remnant thoughts of the past. Thoughts of the here and now. Thought that think into the future.
Thoughts that turn into dreams. And fantasies. Thoughts that turn into a creation. Or thoughts that destruct.
Thoughts of great minds. Of artists on canvases. Of poets in poetry. Thoughts through films. Orations and books that translate thoughts.
And then the everyday thoughts of the ordinary man. And woman. And child.
The thought that are thought.
Like this one. A thought about thought.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
kookie mookie shookie koo
Mama ka koochie poochie. Goo goo gaa gaa shee. Bad googy hup. soni moni. Alle alle baby choochie choo. Cutie patootie too. alle alle sonie monie tootie pootise poo. poo poo. No poo poo. baby did pee. sona mona baby. doodlie doo. such a sonie monie. chotru potru .
There's English. and Spanish. Mandarin. Russian. Canotnese. french.
And then there's baby talk.
No grammar. No rules. Phonetics, bah. It just comes naturally when you're talking to a baby who has not yet been inroduced to the complicated rules of language. It comes freely. And well understood and recieved in spasms of delight by recipient.
And I if it inspired doo doo doo, da da da, is all I want to say to you.
There's English. and Spanish. Mandarin. Russian. Canotnese. french.
And then there's baby talk.
No grammar. No rules. Phonetics, bah. It just comes naturally when you're talking to a baby who has not yet been inroduced to the complicated rules of language. It comes freely. And well understood and recieved in spasms of delight by recipient.
And I if it inspired doo doo doo, da da da, is all I want to say to you.
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