Nothing

I woke up this morning and as usual, as I was taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I was thinking about all kinds of things - mainly work related. Then for some reason, my thoughts strayed and one thought led to another leading me to a fantastic conclusion. I thought to myself, "Wow, this is really great! I am so going to blog about it tonight."

So here I am, on my blog, trying to blog about the epipheny I had this morning while a toothbrush was stuck in my mouth.

I have a problem though.

I FORGOT my enlightened thoughts from this morning!

So now, I don't really have anything to blog about.

I thought about complaining but I am in no mood to do so.

I thought about writing another short tale, but have no inspiration

I thought about telling you about the exciting night I had last night, but alas, Paris had a prior engagement

I thought about writing about the wonders of Journey's music, but I don't think I can do them justice

I thought about telling you how beautiful my hair looks after using L'oreals's Nutri Gloss hair masque, but how can I compete with the ultimate hair treat - A HAIR SALON

I thought about telling you about my work but I really want you to keep coming back to my site

I thought about telling you how I have issues with gas, but I really, really want you to come back to my site

So can you help me?

Give me some inspiration. Leave your suggestions in the comments.

I have to go and fart now.

Pragmatism - Vice or Virtue?

She looked down at this little bundle in her arm and she knew that she made the right decision. Her life has changed. It was perfect now.

She put her baby in her crib and closed the door. Walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen, pulled out a can and popped the tab.

She took a long drink, put the can down on the counter and looked around. The autumn sun was shining through the glass doors that lined the entire wall of the living room. Glinting off the antique Chinese jars, the soft light made her wooden floors shine like they were on fire.

"Beautiful", she thought. "My house is beautiful. My life is beautiful".

Then she sat down on the sofa and cried.

Although she didn't really know what she was crying about.

Because it was true. Her life was perfect.

She had the perfect child. The perfect house. The perfect partner. The perfect job.

She had a wonderful nanny who took care of her baby and managed the house. Her partner was one of the most obliging men she had ever met in her life. He took care of her, gave in to (most of) her whims and fancies, only wanted to make her happy.

Her job allowed her to come home at decent hours. It also paid her a decent salary. And she had the nicest of colleagues. She didn't even have to travel that much anymore.

Her weeks had a rhythm to them that most working mothers saw as an extreme luxury. She knew exactly where she would be and what she would be doing most weekdays and nights.

And they always treated themselves to a night out every weekend.

Once every couple of months, she would get on a plane and spend a girlie weekend with her best friend.

She was happy that things had gone according to plan. Her baby had a wonderful environment to grow up in with the added bonus of having grandparents right next door.

She managed to create a perfect world for her child.

She worked so hard to get where she was and yet, she was still unsatisfied. And at times, even unhappy.

All because, she still loved him.

Twilight Zone

Have you ever met a random person at a bar or a party and after chatting a couple of minutes find out that you have friends in common? Have you ever heard a story from a third party that connects 2 people you vaguely know whom you never thought would ever be associated? Have you ever heard someone's story only to hear bells of familiarity ringing?

It's funny isn't it - how small this world can be. Not only due to random associations but circumstances as well.

I have been through some of the wierdest situations in my life and I always thought that if I wrote a book one day chronicalling these stories, I would be rich. Because, without a doubt, it would become a bestseller.

Boy, am I wrong. Because for every story have, I have no doubt that there are 100 people who have a similar one.

I have no doubt because I recently read a story of a girl(true or not I don't know but does it matter?) who is going through exactly the same experience I did (or maybe still am) only under worse circumstances (or are they?). At the time when this situation was at it's peak, I thought I was the craziest person in the world, doing what I was doing. But this girl is even braver (or stupider) than I am.

Reading her stories are truly very bizarre. It's like reading about me. I don't know if you have experienced that but I can tell you it's just plain WIERD.

It's like I know exactly what's going through her head and what she's feeling in her heart. I can also predict what the next installment of the story is going to say. Although I do admit that the most recent one had a startling twist. And I am now looking forward to finding out what happens next. Eventhough I think I can guess what's going to happen. Because of my own reaction to that situation.

How bizarre is this?

One could argue that 2 people in the same situation could experience different things because they are 2 different people, right?

But in this case, she is reacting exactly like I did in exactly the same situation!!

Is this a woman thing? I am sure men would think so. But get this - there is a man involved in her story and the man has the same reactions as the man in MY story!

I tell you - it's just truly too wierd. I thought things like this only happened on TV. Is it really possible?

I don't know who she is or what she does or what she looks like - but man, I would love to meet this girl one day, someday because now I am just plain curious.

Who is this stranger who shares an almost identical experience that will, in the least, remain in our thoughts and memories until we are old and gray, and at most, change our lives forever (actually the latter is true for me).