Rambles and Reflections

IT'S around 5.30am. Heart beating against the rib cage, I'm seated outside at the balcony, watching the sunrise. The weather is improving. The sun doesn't burn anymore. The northerly wind probably has something to do with this delightful change. By early November, I expect the first shower of rain to grace this land, and with that, the light sweaters can come out from the backseat of my closet.

I spent the night watching episodes of Mad Men. It's titillating to watch Joan Holloway do her thing. I can watch her forever. I've even been wearing my make-up like her these two weeks. Lots of nude shimmers on the lids, winged eyes, white liner, luscious lashes and red lipstick. Makes me feel terribly naughty and nice. I can't curl my hair to save my life nor it is in that haughty, great red but it will do.

I could also watch Don Draper forever. So beautifully formed as they all say in every season. Good-looking people do have some advantages in many areas of life. It appears that he is smart as well. I've met a few Don Drapers in my life. Well, almost Don Drapers. Sleek-haired creatures in well-fitted suits with a nice office and a penchant for beautiful automobiles. Men of few words, with women consciously throwing themselves at them. It must be both a blessing and a curse, depending on how you look at it.

Caffeine has a bad effect on me. My mistake was having unknowingly consumed 2 tablets of Panadol Extra at midnight. These panadols have 65mg of caffeine each. From then, I've been experiencing palpitations, insomnia, nausea and a shadowy headache. I don't know how people do coffees and teas daily. The sun has risen pretty high now. Perhaps I should drink a litre of fresh watermelon juice and go for a walk to come out of this. Have a great day y'all!

The Mean One

WHAT do I do without prompts during sluggish times like this. Thanks to Mama Kat's. I'd share something mean someone had said to me once, and why it has stuck with me after all these years. You know how some people are plain weird ? The type that others would avoid simply because it's the easy way out around them? I've always thought that some of these individuals are just lonely and they could do with company once in a while. That's how I ended up spending some tea breaks with Madam X because most people just avoided her. So yeah. I took pity. Madam X was a smart lady with just too many personal issues that sometimes screwed up her talents. Often in a dreamy state, she loved talking about the drama that went on in her life and I'd always just listened. She also frequently went off topic and lectured about randoms things like what's inside a computer or the circuit of an electrical device. Now that's clearly not my cup of tea but I'd alway

An Award on Oscar Day

THANKS for the Kreativ Blogger award on Oscar Day, Queen Bee . It is sweet to pin a badge like this here and since this is my first award, it's all the more sweet. With this, I'm required to list out ten random things about myself and later tag six other favourite bloggers. Let's start with the 10 Random Things :) 1) Diamonds are not for me. I admire jewelry (fine or otherwise) but I'm not in love with them enough to want to own them. My favourite jewelry is a pair of white pearl stud earrings. 2) I drink water for breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner. It's just a good habit I can't break. I usually write with a bottle of water next to me instead of a mug of coffee. 3) I love balms . Nothing calms me better than a nice balm. It reminds me of my grandma, clears my mind, and puts me to sleep. 4) I keep a hammer in my bedroom. It came in handy TWICE when the lock jammed. I broke it and set me free. My mother was petrified with the knowledge that m

Ode To The Gecko

This new dashboard on Blogger is driving me nuts! I much prefer the older version but I think there's no turning back now ? I can't view things properly on my phone for some reason. The sentiment also goes for Facebook's new Timeline, which I think, is like a complicated open diary. Not neat. Again, there is no turning back there, too. Thought I'll put this sweet one up. Something written by a friend. Ode to the Gecko The Gecko is a funny chap that lives in nooks around my flat. I often catch him unawares when opening doors or climbing stairs. I don't despise him despite lack of rent. Although too much time picking up his turds is spent! We never argue, we rarely bicker, And seldom does he hide the TV flicker. He keeps the place clear of mozzies and gnats, And never bores me with "meaningful" chats. He's happy if I have friends to stay, Whether bi or straight or just the other way. He never tuts if the toilet seat's up,

Pickles n' Tickles by JJ

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