What do i do Now?

This is SAD. I need to get my post posting and I don’t see relief coming anytime soon in the name of Weekly Photo Challenge.

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There, now you know why I am sad.

I love weekends at wordpress.com because there’s always something to post. However, this time around, I see no sign of that much awaited Weekly Photo Challenge [and not to forget, I’ve already posted a pic for SUNDAY POST, which I think came a wee earlier]. So the question arises, “What do I do now?”

Besides, my brain stops functioning on Sunday [I need the photo challenge to refuel my weekend-malfunctioning brain]. So once again the same question resurfaces, “What do I do then?”

Just ramble like I’m rambling now… maybe :nods: and :hmmms:

Maybe wonder at the possibilities as to what could have happened over at wordpress.com. :thinks it’s a darn good idea: So here I go… I wonder…

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Suddenly, the brain starts functioning a bit and out comes 5 possibilities for the much awaited delay ?!?

1. They must have got tired. After all, the Sunday syndrome isn’t exclusive…

2. They must have been so energised they might have totally forgotten it’s Sunday or…. that the Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitary was such a big hit and they are wondering how to beat themselves at it.

3. They must be working so hard, selecting/ de-selecting/ re-selecting the posts that they need to press as freshly as possible and must have come to a conclusion that “Not every day is Sunday” even on Sunday.

4. They must have thought somebody would write a post on it [and who am I to disappoint “them”!!!]. And they were right.

5. They must have felt the need to be *missed*. Maybe this is how they check whether or not they’re being taken for granted. So bloggers out there [especially the ones who depend on these *challenges* to get their post out a day], let them know that they are being missed.

N.B. To show how much you’ve missed this weekly challenge, please press on the *Like* button of this post.

I r e s t m y c a s e.

SUNDAY POST : Favourite Spot

Is it Sunday already??? Even if it’s not, I have spotted this –> 

I’m not complaining… It’s come in a very opportune time [read and understand: HUGE writer’s BLOCK].

This week the SUNDAY POST challenge is Favourite Spot:  http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/09/29/sunday-post-favorite-spot/. For a person who *loves* traveling [and wishes for a  world sans border], what could be a favourite spot?

a window seat ON AIR 😀

I believe I can fly…

Travel Theme: foliage

Lovely theme by Lovely Ailsa @ http://wheresmybackpack.com. This week’s theme is Foliage. Check out her awe-inspiring foliage-pictures here —>http://wheresmybackpack.com/2012/09/28/travel-theme-foliage/

..And my  foliage in abundance right here..

check out the butterflies among the *foliage*

*foliage* afloat

foliage ~ up high

[moon]beaming foliage

a Century Later

100 *published* posts later, I can say it wasn’t easy getting here. Few times I re-blogged just to keep the *posts* count going on some posts wishing I was the one who’d written them. Many, way too many times I have posted pictures ~ in the name of some challenge or the other [not to mention how thoroughly I’ve enjoyed doing this :)].

To get the post out everyday was a challenge and some days I just had to let go the *post a day* pressure. Those were the days when I wrote, wrote stuff that got saved in the *Drafts* but never got to see the light of the blogging day.

As I was going through what-do-I-write-about-today phase, I just happened to check my *Drafts* page and found something amusing. A little later I was asking myself… What was I thinking here? What was I trying to write then? Why did I stop *there*? Where was this headed?

With each draft, I’ll leave a comment just to let you [myself included] know what exactly I AM THINKING NOW.

Draft 1 [September 13, 2012]

Yes, I smoked yesterday and despite trying not to light the next cigarette, I’ve smoked around 7 cigarettes in 24 hours. Yesterday, I had all the excuses to smoke. I mean I was stressed/ frustrated/ exasperated/ lost/ confused/ cornered…. and so on and so forth.

• Comment: I’m pretty sure there’s a post related to this OR Maybe this post actually saw the light of the *blogging* day.

Draft 2 [September 4, 2012]

TITLE: if you have a writer’s block

• Comment: This post was blank beyond the title, no wonder 😉

Draft 3 [August 29, 2012]

Banging my head on the wall

Wishing and hoping for the bricks to fall

I am hurt as blood gushes out

I hold it back and cry out loud.

A knock on my bedroom door

Pandemonium on the second floor

I keep mum, hold my breath

• Comment: I love this and I wish I could go back in time to finish/ publish this. I love the sound of this poem, it’s even rhyming. However, if this has been copied from somewhere else, apologies for I must’ve been totally stoned then :$

Draft 4 [August 27, 2012]

TITLE:to The Missus

I tell tales of anecdotes,

of the doting cats, lores of the yore.

They got me, too, but you got me first.

You had my back when I keeled,

just for you and head over heels.

And I had yours

Just as I swept you off your feet.

We’ve got the history then.

And now, you’re too big of a reason

for how I turned out the way I did

to ever stop loving you.

• Comment: I remember this one VERY clearly. Anecdotal Tales at anecdotaltales.wordpress.com had commented on my post and I was so touched, I wanted to pen a poem dedicating it to them ~ it was a disaster. Anecdotal Tales, if you are reading this, please remember it’s the thought that counts :prays for a forgiveness miracle:

Draft 5 [August 25, 2012]

TITLE: Single at Heart, Double Elsewhere

Misfortune never comes alone, it comes in doubles I guess. Except for my single-hood, there’s nothing “single” [to be read as one] about me. I have two parents to begin with, I mean my mom and dad. My parents have two children, my brother and I.

Today, while I was listening to a romantic song, I realised how “single-at-heart” I am.

• Comment: One day, I’ll finish this one. I can still feel this. I remember exactly how I had felt then, so this post WILL be published ~ sooner or later.

Draft 6 [August 24, 2012]

TITLE: a technically-challenged SPEAKS

• Comment: Blank! Maybe I might have started “speaking” just then and so it never got written. Can’t remember the genesis, nemesis or the finishes.

Draft 7 [August 21, 2012]

TITLE: Single’s Guide to Staying Single

• If you want to stay single by choice, you must be absolutely as insane as me.
• If you want to stay single because someone’s ditched/ dumped/ cheated on/ betrayed you, then I’m sorry for you but being single may not suit you.
• If you want to stay single thinking it’s cool, then hell you’re right… and I’ll show you how.

First and foremost, you must think it’s cool to stay single. It is cool and cold. You become the “cold one”, not as cold as the Cullen Family I guess. I mean people will consider you cold and you must convince yourself that cold means cool. By now if you’re not convinced about the cool, skip it all

• Comment: Will finish this someday [at least for the sake of all the wannabe singles out there :D]

And many more. Just got tired of *copy* and *paste* routine. Oh, if you didn’t know already I am sooooooooooooo darn good until I switch to lazy mode.

• Do you have drafts saved?
• OR Could I be the only one?
• In which case, have I suddenly alienated myself by bringing out my skeletons?

NB. Do not judge me because errr well in another case, I may be saving *drafts* for a rainy day.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Occupied

I’m very apolitical. I like to be politically correct.

The combination of the above 2 sentences makes me the most hypocritically coward of a human being [aka s1ngal]. I like to be a part of that “world-changing” revolutionary group as long as I can remain an anonymous supporter and no action is required.

You may wonder why? Well, as far my hypocritically coward self is concerned, somebody somewhere always gets hurt. I remember how my mom used to get exasperated when she [always] saw me sympathising with the BAD guys while watching soaps/ movies et al. The answer ~ they are human beings too and I love the underdogs [I may someday explain this theory in another post].

Another incident [you may think it’s wayward, but then again] that made me cower even further. I was sporting my “Whaling Sucks” tee when a Japanese friend spotted it and commented “I know it sucks but many people’s lives depend on whaling. We need FOOD, we don’t kill it for fun…”. She didn’t refer to my tee and I was getting slightly confused until my brain started functioning and I understood.

Thus, then, I began asking my “activist” self, “What makes a right deed and who decides what is right?” Yes, I am throwing down the gauntlet [love this phrase] and so weakly writing for the Weekly Writing Challenge

For me, the enlightening of “Occupy” occupation began when the Egyptian revolution started on Facebook. It justified my “facebook” addiction and, selfish and pathetic it may sound, apart from that the revolution had nothing to do with me. After all, I was safe [far away] from where the action was taking place. Why should I worry? I was using facebook, wasn’t I? I was safe, wasn’t I?

Then the “Occupy Wall Street” – While this protest began salvaging many lives [maybe], there may have been some workers [you know the ones who fall under that 1%] praying to keep eir job [obviously, if it pays SOOOOOOOOO darn well].

Which brings us to the big word “Capitalism” – we go against it until the day we become the Capitalist. Imagine, one of the protesters making it to that privileged 1% [very rare but hypothetically speaking], what then? Would ey still occupy emself with the “occupy” movement? Was there anyone from that 1% who protested or occupied “Wall Street”? I have my doubts.

I rest my case but for what I need to speak out or I might have to forever hold my peace.

“Iraq – Occupied”  ~ I’m not pro-Saddam Hussein nor am I [ever EVER] pro-Bush. Let the pic speak for itself –>

MAGE SOURCE PAGE: http://truththeory.com/2012/07/25/iraq-before-and-after-democracy/

Alas! Atlas

Someone once told me NEVER TO ASSUME, because when we do… we make ass of ourselves. This is how.. Assume = ASS U ME.

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Alas! Atlas

She is strong, thought I

She is strong, thought she

Two strong, too strong

Thought we.

I am weak, thought I

I am weak, thought she

The earth she was carrying

She lent it to me.

They are strong, thought they

One gave the earth

Other took the earth

Look how they share, said they.

She is strong, thought she

I am weak, thought I

I am weak, said she

Shocked. Stoked. Don’t lie, said I.

an Idle Mind

This is coming from someone who is in complete denial of a relapse she is going through. For 24 hours, she did not smoke [clean sheet] and then the sheet got dirtier.

Now, why did this happen? She wonders! She was talking :gibberish: with her colleagues and before she knew it she reached out for a cigarette and walked out to the smoking corner. She toyed with that stick for a wee while – it was as if she was having second thoughts and a momentary “to smoke or not to smoke” pause. There was no one, just the cigarette and her.

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She reminded herself that she had quit smoking to become healthier. She then asked herself the “need” to smoke right there and then. There was no “need” – she wasn’t stressed nor was she angry. ‘There wasn’t having-a-bad-day syndrome. A flash and there the cigarette was lit and she was inhaling the burned nicotine infested tobacco holding white cylindrical thing with a spongy yellowish butt.

The only NEW excuse she came down to [after she lit that first cigarette] – än ídlé mínd ís the SMÖKËR’s wórkshóp… and thus begins a new era of experiment. She has promised not to keep herself idle. Hence she might blog more if not watch movies. She’s since [since the first cigarette, today] watched – Game Change, A Mighty Heart and is now enjoying The Hunger Games while working, mind you.

IMAGE SOURCE: http://bosco-fun.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=49 + s1ngal’s artwork

NB. This post is being written in the Third Person because s1ngal is ashamed of the relapse. She will continue to write this way until the smoking and the relapse are a thing of the past. She wants you all to kindly bear with her and she wants you all to trust her when she says “She’s trying.” Like the_Lunatic commented, “It’s easy until it’s not”, s1ngal is finding it not EASY at this moment.

not A Book Review

It’s not a book review, I suck at it.

FACT: I love reading books, however, chasing the bestsellers isn’t/ has never been my cup of tea. The only exception here is the “Twilight” saga. I don’t know what happened to me then but I just followed the mass and eventually fell for RPatt and Taylor Lautner. Otherwise, I wait for the books to find me, I guess.

FACT: I may or may not read the latest books in the market. I pick up random books at random times.

That’s how and when I bumped into this book “We Need to Talk About Kevin” by Lionel Shriver. It was lying with my friend and I borrowed it from her. Once I began reading this, I got bowled over by the wit et al.

Presenting THE FIVE LINES that blew me over/ under/ through/ around… you name it. These are lines that we often hear of… and know of… the sheer truth of these lines… 

• I am vain, or once was, and one of my vanities was to feign that I was not.

• How lucky we are, when we’re spared what we think we want.

• People seem able to get used to anything, and it is a short step from adaptation to attachment

• There’s something dodgy about any assertion one feels obliged to make twice.

• I was reluctant to ask you outright and so risk spoiling the illusion. 

That’s all. Told you it’s not a book review. However, if you’ve read the book and if you have a review, I’d gladly go through them.

un-Relapsing

Someone mailed it in a few days back to s1ngal about the smoking relapse episode. That someone was SO wrong. Well, it wasn’t a relapse. s1ngal was only trying to smoke a little without turning that episode into a saga of relapse. Does that make any sense? Maybe, not.

So here’s me writing about my life ~ yeah yeah a single life. I got into smoking a little bit since I first lit “that” first cigarette when I got stressed. In fact, it wasn’t stress that brought me down to light “that” first cigarette – it was *rage*, a boiling RAGE.

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There’s this colleague – I don’t want to name names or anything like that – who loves [I believe] to get on my nerves. She does it routinely on Wednesdays and it was one of these Wednesdays when *fury* of the worst order took me over and I was blinded by it. Seriously, I couldn’t calm myself down – it was a murderous rage – R.A.G.E. Yes, that’s why I smoked on that Wednesday because I got into that anger-loop.

IMAGE SOURCE: s1ngal

Anger-loop defined: It’s like something makes you angry and then you turn away from it. Then you sit and think about it, which apparently makes you angrier. Then you stand and try to talk yourself out [of this anger situation] and you get the angriest. This is when you need to get out and chop some wood or mope. But because I was at work, I couldn’t chop wood [would’t have done this even if I was home] or mope. Yes, moping is my greatest stress-reliever.

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Today, I am on Monday and haven’t smoked YET. Come Wednesday, if I’m saying the same thing i.e. in the line of “haven’t smoked”, I’d feel quite accomplished [after which I’m going to work on getting “Freshly Pressed”].

Sunday Post: People

These days I know it’s SUNDAY when I see this –>

… and the pressure starts building up. Enjoy and *like* the pictures here, this is from the one who’s thrown down the gauntlet, so to speak. http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/09/22/sunday-post-people/ Yeah!!! Now you understand the pressure, dontcha?

This time the pressure was about clicking people… I mean how am I supposed to click people… I can’t click them staring right at me… I’m not the kind who tak es the Duchess Kate’s topless pictures…. Now you understand the pressure MORE, dontcha???

OK ok JK

… and so here’s mine…

people clicking people

all kind of people

little people

I won’t / will never take pics of strangers staring at me… so it was a bit difficult BUT I’ve got it done!!!