The ‘happy new year’ that people have been blurting out all about is beginning to take shape. First, quite some improvement on the weather’s mood swings. I notice it because I’m a sales guy. I spend most of my time roaming across wearisome roads, like headless chicken, screaming from corporate office to corporate office about … More Residues of incomplete thoughts…
It feels funny crawling in here 13 days into 2018. In fact I feel so strange in my own blog, I had to sneak in this way. How time flies. 2018???!!! An extra year. More things to think about, more sad songs to relate to and more time to break people’s hearts. And get heart-broken … More Tough love?
Picture this; paired up couples all over the place, plastic smiles and no Wi-Fi. Some situations make you discover how you’re too single for weddings. Well, there was this one who offered me a seat near her, at the reception. However, she looked like just being polite; no intentions of being friends. From there it was a downward spiral into that familiar smorgasbord of silent awkwardness with her until I recognized her from her personal Facebook page. … More Is Social Media Revolutionizing The Term “Stranger”?
That’s why I’ll miss Otis. I’m sure his wifey never discovered our numerous escapades through breathalyzer checkpoints, completely unscathed by the law. Mark you, Otis was rarely home. I’ll long for the inebriated attempts to sing some golden country music such as “country road, take me home” that Otis did at the wheel; having arrived at the gate in one piece at 1 a.m. Most times he’d visit my quarters at the top-most floor the following day-break before wifey got up and leave me with the remnant oranges, lemons, gum and other chewables that were myriads attempts to drown the smell of alcohol that she loathed. “Mrs. Otis didn’t entertain edible paraphernalia in the house unless brought by her,” Otis often claimed. … More Tragedy at House No. 352
It is these little pieces of interruptions called ‘growth’ that actually spoil childhood. You remember those days when you told someone you loved them and really meant it? That age. That’s when one plus one was plainly two and there was nothing to hide about that. Then, the glass was really not half empty, neither was it half full. You just broke the glass. … More WildVentures with kids …
*It’s morning 23rd May* I’ve just been woken up by funny beastly noises. They sounded like ‘speaking in tanks’ (did that when I was 4), yet something near echoes but falling short of that; maybe mischievous mouse moans. A pair of the tightest yoga pants is at the balcony with a lady poured inside it, … More WildVentures … when moving shelters
The cafeteria was opened right on time, 8 am, and i dashed in for breakfast. That’s been my routine for 4 years. A loyal 4 years i must say. The waitress knows me, in fact, here though it’s self service, it’s different for me. She comes to where i’m seated, ‘Boss, your breakfast bill has … More Voices in my head (2)
Hey pal, i didn’t tell you about Saturday. I promised I’d be telling my fans everything! No secrets! Sato was FUN! Of course i normally don’t plan my days. If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging that would be no problem. But i arise every morning torn … More Voices in my head (1)