14 Nov

Hello all!!!

You must think I’m S1ngal but I’m not. I’m Y, I’m sure she’s written about me not that I had time to read her posts… Just that I’d seen my pic in one of her posts (while simply scrolling and exploring here). So yes, my name’s Y and don’t ask me why I was named why errr scratch that… I meant I dunno why I was named Y, I should have been named Y not… I mean just look at me…


Well, I’m not here to talk about myself… I may be cute and all but I’m definitely not vain. So yes, s1ngal’s been busy with me these past few days so she couldn’t blog much (although methinks I’m just another excuse). My guardians are coming to pick me up today and I’m super happy to be leaving for home again. But before you think otherwise, I must tell you s1ngal has been awfully nice to me. Trust me, that’s the only reason why I’ve decided to write this post while she’s away. Can you even begin to imagine how delighted she’s gonna be???

Indeed, some days she made me poo in her front yard and some days she tried to starve me to a size zero minus two or so it seemed then. In retrospect, she being this forgetful human being, it wasn’t entirely her fault. Having lived her entire life (Or is it her adult life???) on her own, that’s quite understandable. She’s kinda clueless about anyone but herself (without being selfish, I must add). That’s just HER.

Having said that, she did take care of me to the extent she could. She was amazing to live with for however long it’s lasted. She took me out regularly (at my initiative mostly but then again like I’ve said earlier, it’s NOT ENTIRELY HER FAULT). She let me run in the park, protected me from fierce looking peers and let me chase the gals, ahem. Once again, it wasn’t her fault that the “gals” snubbed me. Poor s1ngal did try her best, combed my hair everyday before and after my run-in-the-park time.

Every time I looked away from my mundane (guardian approved) food, she would be worried. A minute later if I still hadn’t touched the food, she gave me the yummiest treats. I’ll always love her for this. Also at night, she’d always tuck me to bed and then read her books by my side until I pretended to be fast sleep. She’d leavet the light on in my room and her door ajar. However, while she was fast asleep, I did go and check on her. After all, giant that she is (tho not as big as my giant guardians), she’s just too naive (how could she not make out I was only feigning sleep???)

Also, since she heard from Nikki (my lady guardian) yesterday, she’s been telling me about my return. I know I’ve at times unnecessarily troubled her but I’m not going to apologise. THAT’S JUST ME!!! Period.

Anyway, I’d been waiting since yesterday to do something in a way of acknowledgement and I’d thought of many different ways, too. At the end of the day, I thought it wise to blog about it in her own blog. So this is it.

Lastly, s1ngal = super nice lady!!! I can’t thank you enough for never letting my guardians’ absence felt… I’d come back to you any day a dog-sitter’s needed for me. Also, to all my canine family out there, if you need a sitter and if your guardian chooses s1ngal, you’re SURELY in luck!! Your bonus: you’ll be able to blog about it \m/

The fault in my Sarcasm

12 Nov

I’m a bad person and it’s not a very good thing. It’s something I’m terribly ashamed of.

Last year, broke as I was, I bought the least expensive (second-hand) “bestseller” – The Fault in our Stars. I was going through a void and I was desperate for anything to fill it. Thus the book. I’m not saying the book is “bad” or did I just do that…?? Errrr… Anyway I was reading this book because I wanted to fill that void in me… Well, I’ve said that already. Anyway, I don’t remember much of the book and if I am to name the author I might just have to Google. Anyway, my point is reading that particular book, I came across a line and as I said before, I don’t remember much of it. Anyway, that particular line may read something in this line…. “…she’s funny without being rude…”


Author's name's in it :-)

A lightbulb moment… That’s exactly what/ who I’ve never been. I didn’t know why people thought me rude/ bad/ mean/ nasty…while all the time I was just being funny. It was that line or some line in that line that just hit home, big time. As of now, therefore, I’ve become wary of myself and my “sense of” humour now. I’m scared to snap or join in a conversation and when I do, I just haven’t been able to be funny without being rude.

Ergo, this post. I have always had the habit of making everyone around me laugh at someone else’s expense… Ever learning that I am, I’ve been trying to hold my tongue these days, I’m trying to refrain myself from saying the funniest thing (funny for me) and I’ve become a “bore”. My only redemption..


11 Nov

On this day in the year 2011, I was with a bunch of 9 year old’s in a class of my own. In the morning, with an awfully uncontrollable children whose imaginations always soared sky-high; a meek voice asked me if wishing for something at eleven minutes passed eleven on the 11th day of th eleventh month of the two thousand eleventh year would come true.

The question was asked to one who had always been wishing at every sight of a shooting star and every wishing bone, who had endlessly tried to blow out the candles on her birthday cake, as the numbers grew each passing year, with one blow (internally and eternally wishing someone would help her fulfill this feat). A wishing well that I’ve passed without wishing is something that’s never happened. Even as a grown up, there’s still something about making a wish as and when opportunity arises that I would never dare deny. Despite the bitter reality of never seeing anything happen, I still make a wish. Yes, I know making endless wish hasn’t brought me much but maybe it’s just the making-a-wish part that I seem unable to let go.

The room was quiet in anticipation of my response. Few brows were raised and few even eased into smirks. The wishing girl inside me took over and I gave my “how about we all try” response. The sceptical eyes were speculating me as we got back to our lesson for the day. After a while, I informed the class that it was 11:10 and maybe we should start thinking of what to wish for. We all readied ourselves in our own special way and I started the countdown. Just when the clock showed 11:11 we all sat with our eyes closed and wished real hard. The scepticism all crushed by the temptation to make a wish or so I’d like to think.


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We all wished quietly and that was the end of it all. I don’t know if their wishes did come true  but still I hope they don’t give up on making wishes. I don’t even know if by letting them wish I’ve turned them more sceptical in the long run or proved to them what a silly teacher they’d got in me. But then again, what’s a life without miracles, without serendipity, without shooting stars…

So many things

9 Nov

I haven’t blogged for ages and I can’t say it isn’t awkward doing it so now.
Hmm, now that the awkwardness part is.done and dealt with… So many things have happened from the time I stopped blogging. I can’t even say I remember all of them.

Anyway, as of now you’ll find me dog-sitting. Yes, I’ve been busy looking after “Y”. He’s a 13+ pomeranian, if I’m not wrong (on both counts i.e. his age and breed). Well, one might even wonder how it all came about. So here’s how!!

My friends (husband and wife) are travelling, not together though. They had to leave town and it wasn’t possible for either of them to take him along. A single friend does always come in handy on occasions like this. So there’s how!

However, my friends seem to have forgotten the very reason I am SINGLE. Couldn’t it be because I wanted to be by myself? Couldn’t it be because I didn’t want to look after anyone nor be looked after?? Couldn’t it be because I wanted nothing to do with being responsible???


A single friend is and I’m sure will always be an option for free dog-sitting. For she’s all by herself after all. For who else does she have to look after. For she has no responsibilities whatsoever. SHE’S SINGLE, after all.

I don’t understand why people fail to understand that I seek things they don’t and I don’t want things they want.


" Y "


And just because “Y” is oh so adorable, doesn’t in anyway mean I wouldn’t forget to feed him or take him pooping on time. no Just this morning I forgot to do the latter and now there’s one BIG evidential mess out in the yard.


9 Nov

Because I couldn’t help not posting it… There’s supposedly a “BOOM”!!!


O well, so be it… So be it!!!

blog o’clock

11 Dec

could’ve been blog o’clock, but for this writer’s block… sigh



What My Eyes Will Never Unsee

23 Nov



Originally posted on Thoughts of a Lunatic:

I remember thinking, “That is the worst thing I have ever seen,”
and then you decide to prove me wrong
over and over again.
You one-up yourself,
and instead of relief,
you get thrown new horror every single day,
that is worst than the last.

I will never unsee the way you pleaded with me. The look in your eyes as you stared at me, begging for refuge.

I will never unsee the way you twisted and contorted your body for hours on end. The seizures that took four of us to hold you down. The hallucinations that made you scream and bawl in terror. For five hours, mom, Alex, and I stood holding your body. I think we left pieces of our souls on the floor that night.

I will never unsee the day I stood beside you as you got your pic-line, and your epidural, and how you…

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