Ate like a pig for 2 days running now.
Pizza has sustained me.
I am stressed out at work.
My stress here in one year is comparable to the 5 years I have spent in my previous work.
This place is just ridiculous.
Every day I wish I was elsewhere.
I get anxious everytime I step inside my workplace.
It is suffocating.
Hmmm, browsing my filofax and lo and behold! I found you again.
Ode to a Playground
Did not really have a favorite playground
nor play place nor playmates.
I preferred to play alone as I had no siblings.
I was used to keeping to myself.
Nor did I have any imaginary friends.
My favorite toy was probably Lego.
Anything that can be built with instructions,
yes, written instructions.
Actually I loved reading the instructions more than the toy itself.
So probably what I really loved was reading.
My mom gave me those condensed Ladybird books
which I really really loved even though they where tattered
and dusty.
Thank god for imagination, without it, no child can ever survive growing up.
I am not a coffee person,
though I do admit that the smell of coffee
perks me up quickly in the morning.
Something in its aroma that is so irresistible,
so inviting…
Its taste is something else;
just like a swift slap in the face.
Bitter and rough.
A concoction so raw that only sugar
and milk can nullify its pungent taste.
I am a cocoa drinker at times
Tea? Seldom, but it is fast becoming a habit.
Dear Heart,
Set me free.
Love,
Brain
I do not really have a specific quote in mind
as one’s mood and fate changes by the minute.
But I really love the artwork and the sentiment
that this artist produces.
A little positivity in an otherwise gloomy existence.
I usually blog on my laptop.
I do try with my mobile but I cannot seem to get the hang of it.
I prefer cloudy afternoons,
and a quiet corner on some wooden furniture,
with plenty of snacks to munch on
and the light babble of Youtube playing on the background.
Home is where my mom is.
This was taken at the park behind the Cirencester Cathedral.
My mom woke me up every single day to walk in the park
for some exercise which I absolutely detested.
It was fun and all but usually the grass was damp and since
I was just vacationing, my shoes suffered as they were
ill-suited to walking and the dampness of the fields.
But I love walking around the park,
taking photos, walking near the stream(?) wee river(?)
as the animals – mostly fowls of all species, would walk
up to you and expect food to be handed over.
Its like robbery by cuteness.
Food in exchange for a pose.
I like the place as is it not as urbanized as London,
which I find to be too fast-paced, congested
and expensive for me.
Hell the whole of U.K. is expensive but that is what you
get for being in a first world country.
But just look at it, the mere existence of this park is worth it.
A few moments of tranquility with nature and the elements
and you are at peace.
