Blogging. Again.

ImageAnd no more whiny depressing posts from the middle child. ( I have a personal assistant who bears the burden of listening to that kind of thing now )

So . Hello ! : )

It’s been a while, yes? Life As A Side Project had been stuck  in my head for far too long and with the help of Jerry I opened up a wordpress account ( Yes I needed help coz I couldn’t be bothered doing all the setting up . ha ! ) because I needed a place to rant.

You will see that there are categories on this blog. One for everyday posts, one for my project 365, which is sort of like a diary which has only one picture a day, and another for DIY stuff done by me and my darling sister , another for weddings related posts and another to celebrate the love for clothes.

Have I gotten a bit shallow? Maybe I have. oh well. Everything that makes me happy will be here. And sometimes when I am upset , something about that might go up as well. Maybe a photo. I don’t know. Most things in between work and sleep, will be here. Have you noticed how you can walk into a rut and stay there forever without even noticing that you are not as happy as you want to be? I am old enough to realise that I am no longer happy just going to and coming from work , crunching numbers in between, falling asleep at the end of the day too tired to do anything else. There’s more to life.

Last year, noticing what a workaholic I’ve turned into, I took measures to cut down on the long hours. I stopped working till late night. I made it a point to go home to see my mother.Hang out with cousins. Make time for Darling.

I feel that I have to constantly stir up the system so that I don’t go into a brain dead situation.

I have dreams. Lot of them are combined dreams with the people I love, lot of them are because of the people I love. These are snippets of those dreams.

Hoep you enjoy.


I am tired of being an upright ape.

I want to be a butterfly. One floated into my room just now through the open window. 

He had no business here. I have. That is the trouble.

I want to be like him, with no business anywhere. No business but to wave my wings in the sunshine and die beautifully. As the day dies in gorgeous twilight, as the melody dies in sweet echo, as smiles die in tender memories.

Confound the summertime anyhow. It gets into the blood. 

-Upper Meanings by Frank Crane-


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