Motherly Rituals

“It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for the next morning. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this…you would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.”

If only.
Think my mum is the sort who would take one look at what’s in my head and douse me in holy water, hahaha. :)

Anyway, yo living nightmares, stop hitting like such a basic bitch. You can me make cry but you won’t make me die!

This article has me in rage


Yes, marriage isn’t an arrangement people “can sign in and out as they fancy” but nobody, male or female should have to put up with abuse of any form. There should NOT be a TIME LIMIT on when to call it quits. Should it not be – you abuse me once, twice, thrice, I’m out. I mean honestly, even waiting for the third time is a little much isn’t it? I AM PRETTY SURE “FOR BETTER OR WORSE” IN MARRIAGE VOWS IS NOT INCLUSIVE OF ANY FORM OF ABUSE RIGHT?!!!!!

1)“Having extramarital affairs with one or two women is not exceptional nor particularly depraved. Being involved with 16 different women in the space of two years makes the case exceptional.”

2)”The moratorium is intended to hold out the hope of reconciliation, and who is to say that even in extreme cases of abuse, the abuser may not see the error of his or her ways and reconcile with the other?”

So basically, the OCCASIONAL cheating or beating is common and should be tolerated. So then what do I do if I can’t tolerate it? Either suck thumb and continue living with him till I get more “grounds for divorce” or run back to my mother’s home and suck thumb there?

Up yours. And you wonder why so many of us are positively terrifuckingfied of marriage.


I have so much of written material (in the form of letters, monologues, limericks and plays) lying in my email drafts, random pages of my random notebooks, notes on my iPhone and er…in my head.

I see them all as spokes. To you know, eventually build an umbrella that everyfuckingone will want to carry around town?

But you guys!!!

*googles where to learn to make pretty brollies*

Twenty Something Woes

Are you young, twenty something, broke, unhappy and unsure of what the hell you were suppose to do with life?

Congratulations and welcome to the club. Memberships are free and will last you probably – a good number of years into your twenties…or all of them, if you are lucky like me. Jelly donuts are on your left and coffee is on your right but don’t overindulge in either because the weight you put on and the anxiety attack patterns you develop in your twenties will take you an eternity to kick – trust me.

And now, for the good news – you aren’t alone. So talk, whine, rant, write, dance/act it out. Do something.

You’ll feel better.

New age romance conundrums

So…’s been a month that I am in a relationship.
(No, the 5 months of getting to know him are not counted. But since I have confirmed he is not a blood sucking vampire, we are now in a relationship. Worry not, I still have my secret stash of garlic and holy water and will use them at the first sign of doucheyness, haha. )

Anyway, so being in a relationship with a new man feels like learning it all over again. ‘It’ being playing the role of a GIRLFRIEND again. I am getting back in my groove of “hey we look kinda nice/I feel happy today, wanna take a picture?” But here comes my new age romance conundrum – I see him every weekend and while I really want to POST ALL THE PICTURES WE TAKE TOGETHER UP…is it acceptable to post pictures of us up every weekend?!

I mean dude, I just got happy again. I don’t want the evil eye casted on that happiness again because I went to plaster my happy couply face all over my IG and blog every weekend, making it susceptible to trolls!
Oh look at me. Modern, independent, city girl who believes AND is afraid of the evil eye. Ok but seriously,

a)are you in a relationship?
b)How many pictures do you share of your other half in a week? (regardless of whether you are in the shot or not)
c)How many times in a week do you think it is acceptable to see your friend’s couply shots?
d)Do you even care?

And the 75 million dollar question – Why do I even care?

This btw is one of the many reasons why I am with Nigel. Because he does not give a flying monkey’s ass about what you think of the 10 pictures/FB posts he is going to post of us/me every damn weekend/every time he misses me proclaiming that HE IS HAPPY. In fact, sometimes I have a nagging suspicion that he’d post stuff about us up a lot more had I not been so vocal about my discomfort about having us all over his FB and IG. We reached a compromise where he posts on his IG sporadically and doesn’t share it on FB but I am always plagued with the guilt of me stopping him from being who he really is – the fella who yells to strangers that he is happy.

Which reminds me, yo Pluto, did you get his message? Because he can definitely yell louder if need be. Haha. Nigel Gill.

Lost nights…and mornings

Last night was a lost night and today morning is a lost morning.

Because I feel like I had closed my eyes at 1.30am for about two seconds and when I opened them, it was 6am!!! I was really thrown off. In fact, I got out of bed and placed my face RIGHT IN FRONT of the digital clock in my room trying to make sure that the red, flashing number was indeed 6am!

Then I came in to work, tripped over my own feet, spilled coffee on them and while narrating the story over gtalk to S, I said I had “slipped coffee on my feet!!”.