Archive | February, 2013

My Mornings..In the Traffic Jam!

28 Feb

My morning routines are more like “mourning” routines. Dragging me out of bed is usually the most difficult thing. A little confession –  “I am not a morning person” (But I can be the most adorable person you have ever encountered during your whole existence in the evening…Yes Yes). I have the innate ability of being able to slap an alarm clock’s snooze button without actually rising fully out of unconsciousness. I believe my record during one morning marathon was two hours of consecutive snooz-age. The thing is, snoozing sucks. It’s low-quality sleep that doesn’t leave you feeling restful in any way. My groggy brain is not rational enough in the a.m. to understand this. I am also the ultimate sleep-lover; I can sleep straight 14-15 hours.

After the usual morning wake ups, there’s the usual traffic jam, which is becoming worse these days. Sitting down in the car for 45 mins is hard. All I can do is just sit and watch people. Here are some of the things I’ve seen in the morning:

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1. Nose picking. I know all of us have seen. But when traffic is at a stand still, it’s like everything becomes so much more extreme. I guess because you can REALLY see the person digging and digging. Scraping at the nostril walls, occasionally forcing his thumb up there to try and tweeze the booger out. Yikes. But the worst part is the post-pick flick.

2.Make-up application. Hairbrushers! Putting on ties! Peeking in the rear-view through the sunglasses!

3. Make advances. I have a friend who’s met women in traffic jams.  Traffic jams are apparently, the new unconventional place to find a mate. I must admit, sitting down in your car and having a nice face just next to you in a nice car can be a nice thing sometimes!

4. Get out of the car to see what’s going on. Seriously, dude, what will getting out of your car change?

5. People in buses or lorries staring down at you long enough, just when you are eating a bowl of cereals and you are all messed up!

6. Striking legs out of the window. That was gross! And I don’t wish to write down details on what I saw.

7. Couples making out, seriously dude and dudette – How do you even get these types of things done in the MORNING? *feels nauseous*

8. Winking, staring or waving! No. I’m not in the mood.

9. I’ve had the experience of singing a tune – Waka waka and glancing next to me to see the guy in the car singing along to the same tune and it was…euh weird!

10. Seeing a pale guy in the car who actually looks like he has lost everything in his life…opens the door, pukes like hell, and gets back in the car. Did I mention that I was having my cereal in the car at the time?

11. Some couples in mood to look in completely opposite directions from each other, with the wife/girlfriend or whoever looking in one direction and the man looking in the other.

So the next time you’re stuck in a traffic jam, look around you … It can actually make your day…or well, you can always learn from it !

He likes her fine, he just doesn’t like her…!

16 Feb

She confronted his unavailability head front. They didn’t speak; they didn’t keep in touch. For a long time, she remained convinced that this period of distance was a strange emotional coma from which she would suddenly awake. The tiny flame of hope that this may all have been a petulant phase in his otherwise limitless capacity for love and understanding was perhaps more painful than the harsh finality of his disinterest. To keep grasping at ever-slimmer chances of a happy ending was frustrating, and then ridiculous, and then profoundly sad. She would have liked to just go straight to sad.

She finally understood that time takes things away, and it usually takes these things away from you without offering an easy replacement. Parts of her want to move forward in a constructive fashion, but the heavier, more vocal pieces sometimes start to inch downward instead. She used to sit there and make excuses for him like “he had a bad day”; “he hates answering text messages”.

No. Nope. If you like someone, you find a way. If you like someone, they invade your thoughts and actions involuntarily. If you like someone, you’re on fire. If you like someone, you make room for them in your brain and in your life — no matter what else is going on. (Or even better, you don’t have to make room. You just feel like they fit.)

Sure, she’s fun to be with. She’s easy going. She makes him laugh. She kisses him whenever he wishes to. But he doesn’t think about her before going to bed at night. He doesn’t wonder what she is doing during the day. He doesn’t need to see her, to touch her, to talk to her. He is no longer a part of her life, and he doesn’t even acknowledge that. Memories no longer exist for him.

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But here’s the thing, she can’t “kind of” like him. she can’t fall “a little bit” in love with him. She is going to like him in a way that is going to warm him, in a perpetual sort of way. She doesn’t fall often and easy, she’s choosy, but when she does, she will wash them both ashore.

As much as the little scar on her knee will always remind her to watch out when she is running, his on her heart will teach her to be kind. Because she knows what it feels like to be cast aside with indifference. He will live in her mind as a cautionary tale, a fable of how much damage words can do — especially when they are insincere.

And although sometimes, she is nostalgic for what they had…Please know that she will stop reaching out.

…He likes her fine, he just doesn’t like her

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Love me today, I’ll be gone tomorrow..

11 Feb

Best thing in life

#5. Graceful Exit

4 Feb

“There’s a trick to the ‘graceful exit.’ It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, or a relationship is over — and let it go. It means leaving what’s over without denying its validity or its past importance to our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving up, rather than out..”

~ Ellen Goodman

# 4. You make me happy!

1 Feb

You make me happy. I wasn’t sure if that’s what it was, at first, but that wasn’t your fault.

You make me happy to talk to. I like when you call. I like when you text.  I like when we argue. I like when you tease me. I like when you kiss me. You make me feel like passion fruit ice cream, the one at Shoprite and long summer night walks on the beach and cool ocean water and icy, delicious coconut juice and hands cupped together, a winter night, the first snow. You make me feel like little kids in rainbow bathing suits jumping in chaotic sprinkler systems across fresh green grass and like a cresting wave bumping the sandy shoreline. You make me feel like a kid in a candy store.

But I’m not taking the leap of faith into the chasm of rejection..

But you. You are just right…Somehow!

And I just can’t wait to wish … to have you out of my mind!

…Or not!

You Make Me Happy