Hi people, welcome to my world where you are guaranteed to find mayhem, mania, hysteria, laughter, giggles, silence… Succinctly, life in its myriad hues.
As I clumsily saunter through life, blithely falling and strangely standing upright again, you are welcome to guffaw at me, wonder at the craziness of it all and if you feel like it, tell me how dorky I am. Erm, the last part, I feel, is something you’ll enjoy the most… Just a hunch. Probably a right one. Go ahead, prove me wrong! Where else would you find someone who admits she’s totally clueless about the future, yet charges into uncharted territory, trusting her sense of humour (dry and wry as it may be) to see her through the oh-my-god-let-me-die moments in life… And believe me, with me, Fearless Phoebs, those moments are plenty!
As are moments when I just wonder what I am all about. No really. I mean, yes, there are throngs out there who smack their forehead daily wondering the same, but I sorta do a bit more of that. Smack and wonder both. About. The self.
Point one: I work. For a living. But not to live. In spite of swotting endlessly, neither am I ambitious, nor am I career-oriented. Not by a long shot. In fact I work for a lark. And the fact that this way I can meet interesting people who are fodder for entertainment on boring days… How lame can one get?? Looks like, lamer still…
Point two: I hanker to live the life of the rich and the famous. Jimmy Choo and Chanel should be my best buddies. That they are not, I would like to believe, is their problem. But the fact is, the problem is mine. However, at the end of the day — not my life hopefully — I want to just hang with the man of my dreams in a tiny, quiet place. With a garden. And dogs and rabbits. Lots of flowers, but not roses. Over hyped things, the last. Of course, man in question may not be too amenable to many, or all, of these… In that case, he can just lend me the dog. Obviously, if the blighter doesn’t have a dog — or three — I would like to question his very existence.
Point three: I LOVE mush. Never mind that I keep a stern face when confronted with any, but inside I become a gooey mess…
Point four: My dementedly ditzy and non-ambidextrous self is forever nervous and guilty… About the man at the mall falling off the escalator and the neighbour’s grandmother undergoing depression. No, I don’t know the man, the neighbour or the grandmother. Yes, I did say I was weird. Thank you very much. Come on, between the black and the white, look for the shades of grey… I know I always do.
So there you have it. A soul that’ll bare it’s self. Daily dramas will be shared, trivia that you may or may not want will stare you in the face and information that’ll make you wriggle your eyebrows will be presented.
Pungent, bland or with the right mix, there’s some variety of curry for every soul here… Welcome to peeping into mine!
