But the bus is crowded. So I am considering if I can't fit between those bars when I get to my stop
Oh the things you can think of in traffic!
Musing in Traffic
I'm on my way home and just happen to get the seat near the door. In front of me are a couple of curved metal bars and beyond them are the steps of the bus. Nice seat, must be easy to get off.
But the bus is crowded. So I am considering if I can't fit between those bars when I get to my stop
But the bus is crowded. So I am considering if I can't fit between those bars when I get to my stop
About Writing
I am supposed to be working on a writing assignment right now. But my mind does not seem to respond to this requirement. It is not touched by the urgency of the matter.
So I am working on a blog post. I am hoping this will kickstart my brain so that I can finish the work I should have finished earlier.
It's funny. I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid. I once said that if I am able to earn my keep writing then I would be happy.
So now here I am. I have a job that lets me write a lot of things. And I know people will be reading what I write. Yet there are times when I find myself sighing in frustration. The words are not coming. The ideas are not forming. And I have deadlines.
Writer's block? I don't think so, not today. I already have a concept, I just don't want to write. And I can't seem to get my head into gear.
I read that there should be a time reserved for doing this. It should be a habit by now. Not with me.
Still, I have to get back to work.
So I am working on a blog post. I am hoping this will kickstart my brain so that I can finish the work I should have finished earlier.
It's funny. I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid. I once said that if I am able to earn my keep writing then I would be happy.
So now here I am. I have a job that lets me write a lot of things. And I know people will be reading what I write. Yet there are times when I find myself sighing in frustration. The words are not coming. The ideas are not forming. And I have deadlines.
Writer's block? I don't think so, not today. I already have a concept, I just don't want to write. And I can't seem to get my head into gear.
I read that there should be a time reserved for doing this. It should be a habit by now. Not with me.
Still, I have to get back to work.
Mama Mia
I like that song by ABBA but it has nothing to do with this post.
I just finished watching a video from Lea Salonga's Songs from the Stage concert. In this segment (I guess it was close to the end of the show), she sang Wind Beneath My Wings and dedicated it to her mother.
Well, I found myself crying. Why?
Maybe it's because I lost my mother a few years ago and still feel it. Come to think of it, I sometimes also cry over stories about kind fathers. Yesterday was the anniversary of when we buried mine 33 years ago.
Or maybe I will not have children of my own anymore.
I just finished watching a video from Lea Salonga's Songs from the Stage concert. In this segment (I guess it was close to the end of the show), she sang Wind Beneath My Wings and dedicated it to her mother.
Well, I found myself crying. Why?
Maybe it's because I lost my mother a few years ago and still feel it. Come to think of it, I sometimes also cry over stories about kind fathers. Yesterday was the anniversary of when we buried mine 33 years ago.
Or maybe I will not have children of my own anymore.
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