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Sometimes, on some days, I wish that I didn’t want more out of life. Sometimes I wish I could be content to know I am doing what society says I should be doing. (Be a good girl. Go to school. Get a job. Pay your bills. Have a family. Pay your bills. Work some more. Pay your bills. Retire. Pay your bills. Die. Pay your bills.) I wish I could go buy myself the latest and hottest pair of high heels and feel like I made it in life. I wish I could look at my bank account and smile

In continuation from my last blog, I was thinking about what I had written about people working harder for what they can buy than what they can feel, when it hit me. I finally realised the problem with our society today, from where I sit of course. (Not that I didn’t already have an idea, but now I can break it down for you.) We live in a world where people who are more interested in personal growth, discovery and human interaction than career paths and money-making pursuits

I feel like what you are about to read is going to make absolutely no sense all together, but I have been walking around for a couple months now with a tremendous variety of emotions inside that pose as carbonation in a soda can. Shake it up, and it will explode. Leave it be, it will sit there forever. Here’s to opening it carefully and taking a sip.. Let’s talk for a minute. How is it really possible that creatures with the innate ability to think, analyse and reflect, do ev

I knew I was obsessed with Ed Sheeran for a reason. This morning I was on my way to work listening to the Elvis Duran morning show, as usual, and to my very very pleasant surprise, their special guest today was my boy Ed. (Have I mentioned I am obsessed yet?) For anyone who listens to the show, you know the guests really are not on for longer than maybe 15 minutes, commercials included. But during that time, one of the radio personalities managed to say something that really

Allergies have plagued me all of my life. But aside from itchy eyes and a few sneezes here and there, I pretty much never got sick. Ever. Now that I started working full-time every day, however, it seems like sickness just plagues me. I write to you today with a massive headache, a runny nose, a sore throat and an immune system on the verge of influenza. I also write to you today from my office. You never really realise how deep you’re going in it when it comes to working, un

Quite a bit has happened since we last spoke, to say the least. I graduated from University, moved back home and landed my first full-time 40-hours-a-week job — all in a matter of three months. And in an economy like this one, we all know it would be a grave understatement to say that I am one of the lucky blessed ones. I packed up and moved out of the apartment that I had called home for the past two years, left the city I called home for the past four years, and made the “h

My days have become routine. I wake up, I go to work, I go back to my apartment and I go to sleep. There really is nothing much more to my weekdays than that.(Other than the occasional supermarket visit or something of the sort, of course. And I am thankful that I get to go out and do interviews on occasion, and at the very least I remain quite updated on the happenings in the Eastern subs.) Nevertheless, this past week has been very dull. I was all alone in the apartment thi