I realised yesterday that I was taking my life too seriously.
So I stopped.

I did

I stopped holding my breath about a week and a half ago.

I waited for it to come, like a kick in the stomach.
It never did.

The only pair of earings I ever liked.
Two pairs. We were so excited.
Sema lost yours.
I left mine behind for you when I left.

He sneered slightly as he said that they would be content with their ordinary lives.
He would go on to become something more than ordinary.
They would continue to be content.

The Games

Some days I play them.
Most days I don't.

Chance my dance

Something new that cracks me up:

'Chance my dance'

:-)))

And; maybe not so surprisingly

That was it.

She

She screams in silence
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
Waiting for a sign to smash the silence
With the brick of self-control
Are you locked up in a world thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool w/ out a use?
Scream at me untill my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you
She
She's figured out
All her doubts were really some one else's point of veiw
Waking up this time
To smash the silence
with the brick of self-control
Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool w/ out a use?
Scream at me untill my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

-Green Day

Happy Mother's Day

There's me:
Who is at peace with myself and my world[mostly]

And then there's my mother:
Who wrecks the peace
the world
and the self

And now I'm just upset.


Happy Mother's Day

Rotting Lillies

Mostly I've been told the same old story
Mostly I've been through the same old lonely

In my weakness, I am stronger
In my meekness, I am covered
And this Bible is my comfort
In this moment of hell, 2 am

Mostly I've been used, the doormat story
Mostly I've gone back, alone walking

Rotting lillies


-KS

She used to call us Putha when we were small.

The world is made up of princesses and slave donkeys.
And sometimes the princesses Are the slave donkeys.

My stories

If I can't tell it to you in three sentences

You probably don't want to hear it at all

Another secret

You know Cousin It?
That's what I look like when I get up in the morning.

My life:
Reduced to cooking and washing.
And I'm not even married yet.

My Sister and my want to be Brother [ie her husband]

L-That's an indication you let your hair grow back
R-That is NOT an indication to grow hair on oyur face

Just because someone's your boss, it doesn't mean you have to do everything they tell you.
Sometimes you just have to nod your head and pretend it'll happen.
Or ignore them outright, [which under normal circumstances might get you fired, just not if you're a lady and working in my office] depending on how stupid the request is.

I want to go out dancing.
And I will.
Soon.

I think I know

I think I know what she means when she says it's something she knows.

It was like Sunday. Two days in a row.

I could tell you what I think.
It's just that;
I'd rather not.

Remember

Stop talking.
Stop.

Sheesh

We were talking about the acquisition of property and we both agreed that we knew nothing about it so we moved on to a different topic.
Clothes.

What can I say?

Women are uptight.

Living, learning

The presence of cleavage brings in more smiles than it's absence.


[As if I didn't know that in theory. Now I know it in practise.]

It's ALL your fault

[I was writing this the other day. I know these two SO well]


Yeah YOU. It's all your fault.
Yes LAURA. That's right.
Who asked you to go and get married so young?
Huh?
If you hadn't, then Mamma would be after YOU to get married and not me.
Yeah.

And Marlene. Don't you DARE put ideas in my mother's head. It's not funny. Stop laughing already.
She's got plenty of her own as it is.

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[Spread the word]

'I've fallen in love with your son,' I told him.
'Quickly,' he said, 'get married.'
'Have yourself a daughter.'

:-)


[Another one for my Jedidiah Malachi]

Marlene again

Ok since this seems to be the extent of your internet accessin the bank. I'll write you read. Now listen. When we go to Coorg. I'm thinking we should take Lavanya along.... you know seeing as how she lives there and all... but then.. whatever. So since you asked, the boy scene here in Dubai is dead as far as I'm concerned. And even if it isn't I'd probably kill it. You'd BETTER build a house over the garage for me. Tell me something and this is just out of curiosity can you ask your father how this works. Say you wanted to have a partnership with someone. How do you go about making it legal. How are the profite/losses etc shared. [I'm reading the Partnership Act of 1932 if you please]
Anyway, there's someone I want you to meet. And you will when I come down.
I do the usual here. Mostly nothing. I go running, read, study French sometimes, piss people off for fun, you know stuff like that. I don't go out dancing. It isn't that there isn't anyone to go with. There is. I just don't want to. I'm going to come again in Christmas. I don't care. I really don't want to live here longer than three years. I just had a sudden scary thought. Oh well scary thoughts happen sometimes. Will write again in a bit.
Later

See

I don't know why everyone goes on about it as if it's a big deal. It isn't really.

Take my mother for example. 'Learn how to cook now. You'll need it for when you're married.'
Me, 'Why can't I learn then?'
She. 'Because I won't teach you then.'
Me, 'I'll ask Joanne to.'
She, 'JOANNE don't teach her how to cook when she gets married.'

Yes that was my mother. I have a lurking suspicion that she just wanted a slave donkey to chop her vegetables.

So fine, I agree to chop vegetables.

Do it this was she says. *chop* *chop* *chop chop chop* *chop chop chop chop* *chop chop*
Yes, they're done.
And not by me.

So right. Here are lots of useful thing to know about cooking.

-First of all telling hot oil that you don't like it is not going to make it stop splattering. Lowering the flame to near off will.
-Raw rice is undoubtedly the most deceptive of food. 1 1/2 cups is sufficient to feed two medium appitite women.
-Salt to taste is actually a little less than 1/2 a flat teaspoon.
-Low flame and multivitamins are your best friends.


If you didn't find any of the above useful you could always do what I did and get yourself a roomate who likes to cook and feed you.


And they say there is no God?

I shall only always remember her for everything she was and for everything she taught me - to live life, just live it because nothing else matters.


[extract from http://memoryandforgetting.blogspot.com/]

I was four and she was six

I don't know if I was an adorable baby.
But I do know that Laura loved me.She loved my hands.They were so little.
As if a six year old's could be that much bigger.
:-)