Monthly Archives: February 2014


Last night in class the lecturer read this wonderful poem by Edna St Vincent.

“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why”

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain,
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more

I have always loved sad songs and sad poems . I think they tug at the heart strings and gives a depth of emotion that only experience can bring. A tinge of regret, a hazed memory of the past and a low sigh at the passing thought.

More importantly, I love poems because they are subjective and hence affords the possibility of free interpretation.

My other half claims that sadness has depth but no breath. Which to me means something and almost nothing at all because his favorite poem is


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.

Which essentially to him means: “In the grand scheme of things, we’re nothing at all”.

Yet he claims he’s an agnostic.


Valentine’s Day and all Hulaboo

A lot of Valentine’s Day is above love, chocolates, expensive dinner and gifts. There is nothing wrong with that, different people experience/give love in different ways.

To me, Valentine’s Day is about remembering that you’re very blessed to find your one true love.

An occasion where you remember to appreciate your partner, for tolerating your nonsense, for loving you despite your sometimes lack of lovability.

To my honey bunny, (who has taken to calling me Funny Bunny, hence the cloying sweet new nickname bestowed upon him)

happy bunny dream

Thank you for loving your very strange FUNNY BUNNY! For accepting her silly-ness, embracing her dramatic-ness and enjoying her cute-ness.

You are my sweetie, my dear. My hugs and my kisses!

A pair of sweetie bunnies to call it a truce!

lovely bunnies

My Inspiration



Apart from being Mr Smarty Pants, I think the reason why Kris succeeds is because he is so DARN focused. He’s by far the most focused person I know in my life. When he wants something, is interested in something or is invested in something. He literally goes all out. Night and Day means nothing to him, meals are forgotten, wife (what wife?) is momentarily regarded as a meal making machine and he literally spends all his energy on that one big problem. Jokes aside, being focused and committed to your cause is a very important trait to have. The Facebook generation has an average of 7-10 tabs open simultaneously and never seems to be able to only carry 1 conversation at any given time.

I look at him and I want to be focused like that! (Well sometimes!)

Coz right now, we’re supposed to be at a Superbowl party and I have already told him 3 times, LETS GO!! and he keeps saying almost done, almost done, almost done! Its also Sunday and he has worked most of Saturday and Sunday. Luckily I’m very good at self entertaining and making friends!

Happy Ground Hog day everyone!