Posted in March 2012

Birthday blues

It’s that time of year again. A time for new beginnings. When I must be thankful for all the blessings of the past year, when I get long-forgotten limbs waxed and facials done, and when I try to clear out all the emotional clutter in my head. Yes, I know it’s not New Year’s Eve … Continue reading »

Mall crawl

So I was at the mall this weekend. I’d been intending to go for days but what with full-time work, the horrors of rush-hour traffic and wanting to be in bed by ten (pathetic I know, but my body isn’t what it used to be), mall crawling took a back seat and was finally set … Continue reading »

Tales from a hypochondriac

Over the years, I have diagnosed myself with several serious health conditions, many of them life-threatening. All of which were later proved to be not-so-threatening after all. Obviously, I blame it mostly on hospital drama TV shows,  the internet and the vast amount of free information they have laid at our doors. Now it’s possible … Continue reading »

The heights of laziness

Without further ado, they are as follows: – Not wearing my sunglasses for the short ride from home to office because otherwise I would then have to fish for them in my overladen handbag and waste precious minutes wiping them and putting them on (and checking in the rear-view mirror if I look OK), thereby … Continue reading »

Spreading it thin

There are some things that I prefer to put off continuously for as long as I possibly can. Like buying new jeans. The last pair I bought was a Citizens of Humanity, over two years ago. They’re well-tailored and fit so snugly that I thought (or rather hoped) that I would never have to buy … Continue reading »

Games people play

Have you ever met people with whom you share an instant sense of veiled hostility for each other? You can’t quite pin down what it is because you have no history with the person, but you can slice the tension between yourselves with a knife. Sometimes it’s mutual dislike, and other times you just feel … Continue reading »

Coming home

This weekend, I was reading Under the Duvet by Marian Keyes, one of my favourite writers (chick-lit and all, but she’s hilarious). In one of her stories, she wonders ‘what exactly triggers adults to behave like spoilt brats as soon as they spend more than half an hour under their parents’ roof?’ Ring a bell, … Continue reading »

In search of the dream job

I indulge in a fantasy every now and then. One in which I  write a best-selling novel, receive critical acclaim (maybe even a Pulitzer) and proceed to live a life of leisure, yachting around the world in Jackie-O shades and drinking fancy-sounding cocktails. They decide to make a movie out of my book and slide … Continue reading »

The Curse of the Mummy

I’m not particularly fond of children. I’m especially uncomfortable around babies. Relax, I won’t smother your babies with a pillow or anything like that. It’s just that I’m not one of those people who can coo and cuddle and get all mushy, though I am known to do that with puppies. But no humans please. … Continue reading »