Lunch was nice today. Something other than canteen food. A colleague and I made a quick trip to the nearest Subway to pick up sandwiches. It has been a long time since my last bike ride. I still love them. I have never owned a bike myself…never needed to. All…
I navigate the world of awkward office bashes, plastic golf club tournaments, and more – swapping dates to the friend drama, it’s a riot of office-masti.
Embark on a hilarious journey into the world of office hoarding! From forgotten pens to outdated discount coupons, join the treasure hunt in shifting offices.
Someday I will have an office like this: A big desk made of the light-coloured wood…no clue what its called. A little pot of flowers…no, not cut out of bouquets by housekeeping, but grown and tended to by me. Big yellow flowers…zarberas or African daisies I think they’re called. And…
For ten years I have believed that I was in love. Mad, wild, passionate, head-throbbing, nerve-searing love. And in love with someone who didn’t love me. Or care for me. Or respect me. Or even treat me as a human being. Recently I met someone else who made me feel…
Bridget Jones, Ally McBeal & the girls of SATC embody the real struggles of modern urban single women – juggling work, relationships, and societal expectations.
I used to think Mondays were bad. Looks like Tuesday has picked up the bad behaviour of Monday, from being in such close proximity to it. Midnight: Set an alarm on mobile phone a full hour earlier so I can get to the early morning conference on time. 7:10: Ohmygosh….the…
Now and then I am rather startled when one of my close girlfriends speaks her mind. Of course that is THE point of a ladies’ night out, girl talk, female bonding yada yada yada. Still, it comes as something straight between your eyes when Ms.Dignified-to-the-point-of-being-Bronze statue-ed-almost or ‘Sweet n’ giggly…
I’ve written so much about my exes…mournful ramblings, sorrowful poetry and nasty comments in between posts. Now here’s a post dedicated to the people who were once close to me. After all, I keep making snide references to them as an undesirable species but well…some of them were human….almost. There…
Unveiling the truth: Can men and women be friends? Delve into boundaries, trust, and the male perspective on platonic relationships.