I think I have an uncanny ability to attract the wrong kind of company. The kind of company that screams and stamps its foot and incites you to consider all kinds of evil measures. I’m talking about children. (I could very well be a Miss Hannigan in the making, singing ‘Little Girls’ in my bathtub and … Continue reading »
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Mean girls
When we were children, my sister and I hated each other most vehemently. We were two very different individuals (we still are, for that matter): she, a younger sibling (supposedly) struggling to step out of the elder one’s shadow and I, an arrogant fourteen-year old trying to keep an irritating sister from encroaching on my … Continue reading »
Bad Teacher
I never realized the extent of influence a teacher can have on a child until recently, when I happened to look back on my own childhood and long-forgotten hurts suddenly seemed to surface. Thankfully, I wasn’t abused or anything like that, so I don’t have any real scars to speak of. But I can’t help … 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 »
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 »
My favourite children’s TV shows
OK, today I’m going to try my hand at a little bit of parenting. Rest assured all mums, it’s not going to be too ambitious and I promise I won’t criticize! I’ve always been more of a reader than a TV-watcher but there were some really good children’s shows in my day (I think I can safely … Continue reading »
Can I get a hug please?
I’ve never been much of a hugger. It’s not that I’m proud of it or anything. It’s just one of those idiosyncrasies one is destined to live with. I blame it on my parents (You can always safely blame your parents for any shortcomings or unresolved issues in your life. It’s a job hazard, and I’m … Continue reading »
That which surpasses all understanding
I go to church, though not as often as I (or my mother) would like (me) to. For those of you who are used to this weekly event, you will agree that sometimes one needs a little perseverance to make it there, especially if you go right after work like I do. And even more, just … Continue reading »
Etiquette Lesson 1
I started making a list of my top pet peeves. You know- the kind of list that magazines ask you to send in and you get the chance to win a hamper full of useless items the stockroom was trying to get rid of. Well, I realized that one thing I just can’t bear is … Continue reading »
My Mother’s Daughter
I’ve had a revelation of sorts in recent months. I think I might actually like my mother now. Oh, love for sure. After all, that umbilical cord still ties mother and child together long after it’s been cut. Besides, familial love is inevitable. Obligatory even. But to like one’s mother is a little more challenging I … Continue reading »
