This Telegraph article made me laugh. I quote: “You have beautiful eyes” was by far the most used compliment, picked by almost a quarter of all men, but only the third most successful. The least used line was “You have beautiful ears”, which was also the second least effective line…
A case of Emderatology: Close to midnight on Saturday, the coffee server on duty reported two dead people in the shop.
October opens with promise, delectable aromas and lots of windows open on my computer. What am I on? My article titled ‘The Chef’s @’ appears in JetLite’s’ in-flight magazine through this month. It is a go-to primer for the culinary-challenged (like me) who nevertheless have appetites and luckily for them,…
Now that we’ve wiped the stardust out of our eyes, the charming differences are starting to wear thin. It’s time to beware the boyfriend.
How similar do people have to be to get along? How do you deal with the differences?
My smile is like a neon lightLighting up all aroundAnd drowning out all elseBrilliance in personIt says, “I’m happy!” Yours is like a candle flameA single flicker in the darknessEnveloped in a warm embrace of shadowsGentleness personifiedIt says, “I make you happy.” And you do. *Read my other Love Poetry….
Movies are a complicated business these days. There is the hysteria of the Fridaygoer who will all but maim in a bid to get to the box office first and then spend most of the movie updating his Facebook status from his phone. Then there’s the desperate reek of a…
I’ve thought and thought about how and what to do with this post. I actually have another draft but it doesn’t feel right. So I’ll do what I’ve always done with this blog – be honest. The dilemma is something I did figure would come up someday, in fact I…
“I miss the good old days when portrait painting was the only form of visual reproduction. But of course, you are too young to remember that.” I read the words in a tiny glass screen in the palm of my hand. Not a muscle moved, not even an eyelash flicker….
I ring the doorbell and it’s opened by my friend Salim, bouncing up with all the energy of his 21-year-old self. It is his birthday and the gift I am carrying is a book I know that he’ll enjoy. Salim and I have been classmates and bonded over a common…