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.
