my latest obsession as you can see from my previous posts in The Script. To think i am acting like a teenage yet again. I have to draft more than 1500 words because I am back to earning via writing and it is oh so difficult. SO DIFFICULT to write for something that you don’t… Read More I wanted words but all i got was nothing
Lately all I ever think about while going to sleep is waking up next to my mom who has stopped breathing. I panic, unable to comprehend what to do. I have played this scenario repeatedly in my head for a million times and have failed to arrive at the solution. What do I do if… Read More The not so irrational fear
“I AM on my way,” I said as I opened the door to my cupboard. I was on the phone with my friend who was sitting alone at a colleague’s wedding. We’d both promised the bride we’d make it, and she had whereas I was, well, I was still in my PJs. It was her exasperated… Read More Unreal
My mom raised us as a single parent. Obviously I don’t need to tell or even begin to make one understand how difficult it was for her. And she raised us well. She raised us like a mother and a father combined. Over the years she’s given us a lot of advice, but of these,… Read More Don’t Look Back
One always tries to forget the bad memories. The times they were hurt, the times they hurt.. the times they acted stupid .. the times they knew someone was acting stupid.. but they let it happen. so now all we can do is to try to shut it out. like it never happened. He once… Read More Don’t Go There
PMS is evil. It makes you visit those memories that you had tried forgetting and would give anything in the world to remove them. How is a lie justified if in the liar’s opinion it was for your benefit. But in reality it made you miserable, miserable for a very long time; and then out… Read More Catching Time.
So you’re best friends with someone really great for quite a long while. and this one day, you ‘unintentionally’ mention something (that’s quite lame) but it was something you vowed you never will. It pisses them off and this is what they say to you in return: I’ve always pitied you because you’ve been so… Read More How would YOU feel?
There’s the river there’s your house and there’s the church And there’s us years ago Deep in your garden where the nettle met the rose Is where we’d hide ourselves Yes we were just kids But you couldn’t tell us that These are the garden rules That’s what you always said Oh you’ll never know… Read More The Good Life