alot to be thankful for

these days i find myself having alot to be thankful for, grades that unexpectedly go wonderfully (notice its for non-accounting cores) and the lull has begun with all presentations over and done with.

unscath, this girl finds herself very secured and thankful.



with a heavy heart.

much discussion went into it yesterday amidst tears (mine) and shouts (mine) which led ultimately to a very quiet, dissipation of an anticipation.

India has been on the forefront of my heart recently, tickets booked, itinerary planned, budget worked out. much laughter, much frustration, much joy derived from just planning it with the wife and twinkletoes.

but in light of recent, VERY recent events,

1. Goa girl ‘drugged and assaulted’

2. Scarlett’s mother fears for safety

3.Bomb blast kills Sri Lanka priest


i think given the worries of the very concerned father and the very worried mother, it looks like I am gonna shelf plans to visit the old country. 

i’m sorry girls, i really am. but i realise that perhaps now is not the best time. 


cooper is moping around the house because he cannot go outside; poor sulking thing. he even went upstairs to sniff around and got chased off by the studying pea. 

anyway, the paper is tomorrow, and i’m sitting on my nice new sheets contemplating if i should continue reading my very exciting book, or to just take (yet another) nap or actually start doing up my “consolidation sheets” for the paper tomorrow. 

just, (finally) loaded up leopard. after the first laggy hour, i am happy to report that its working well. *cross fingers*.

chickeedees. whoopla, its gonna be a bumpy ride.

the pea

so the pea and i had a heart-to-heart last night from the hours of around 1.15-3.45am, and suffice to say, many things came up, just as many things were clarified and put in order. just as a few insecurities came up and a few new-old revelations were made.

i dunno if the talk will prove eventually beneficial, or if this is the start of a paradigm shift in status quo. the age old line “honesty is the best policy” juxtaposed against the bright big “what one doesn’t know won’t hurt you”, the ends of the spectrum that blaze at us “half truths are not truths” and the other end that chills to the bone. “dont poke the sleeping dragon in the eye”

there is much to do, but my nocturnal way-of-life does not permit brain function in the light–something which obviously i have to do something about considering.. just considering.

the body has gone off on its own tangent these days: from cramps to headaches to sloth and binge eating. its time to put that diet in place, for real, for real.

i’m tired know? i have no grounds to complain, what of my life, little sloth can i possibly be tired about? perhaps its been just the deprivation of movies and books that do not involve the word “share capital” and “retained earnings” or stacks of paper which throw “equity” and “bona fide purchaser for value without notice” in my face.

for once, in the car there are no words spoken because we’re both caught up with the screams from inside our heads. for once, in the night there was no laughter, because of the shattering of fragile glass-stained window panes.

in my world

butterflies will be pink and sparkly

water will taste like pink dolphin

dogs will talk and comfort

school will be all fun and learning

family will be laughing and hugs

travel will be a matter of closing your eyes and clicking your heels

friends will be live-in

and oranges will be banished, like lizards and celery.