A Ramble and a Poem

I know, three posts in three days! Just keeping you on your toes!
But this post comes with a revelation.... I've decided to hop on the poetry train.

...
I am a daughter, a mother, a lover,
A woven thread
Inextricably bound to a stereotype.

I am a grain of sand,
A world inside another,
A role model for oppressive liberation.

I am boxed in, a mere appearance,
I make morning tea, and rule a nation.
Embodiment of mixed message identity.

I am. I am. Am I?
...

An unproductive Tuesday

I was supposed to be at work today, and actually made it all the way there only to be sent home sick. Which is probably a good thing seeings at it was raining at the time and it may not have been a good idea to be working outside - as was the intention.

So I spent the day in bed trying (unsuccessfully) to sleep, reading Velvet Elvis (see Rhett's blog), and watching Bridget Jones 2.

This left me lots of time to convince myself I'm getting chickenpox, which is most probably not the case but I'll keep you updated...

My resolution

To everyone that's reading this, thanks for still visiting my blog! I swear I will try harder! The first thing that comes to mind is the excuse of being sooo busy. But in the end I probably had lots of opportunities to blog and didn't. So there. Am I forgiven?


Dinner awaits, back soon...

Surprise!

I know, don't die of shock, I'm actually posting!

Well it's been a pretty hectic past month. The reason I haven't been blogging is that every time I go near the computer I feel guilty for not doing assignments/studying. That and the constant cramming of seemingly useless information has made my brain slightly incapacitated as to the ability to think regular thoughts, let alone be able to articulate them in writing!

But seeings as there are only three hours until my last exam, I am starting to exhale and (maybe prematurely) celebrate the completion of my degree and the onset of holidays! What better way to celebrate than to have a fireworks display specifically for me! (Well...also there was something to do with this guy called Guy Fawkes.....)

But now I am at a tricky predicament. The end of my degree has meant I actually have to start the very thing I have been preparing for the past three years. I'm somewhere in between nervousness and excitement. Like the first time you dip your hot chip into ice cream to see if it really does taste good like everyone says. And it does. Maybe that's a good omen...

Post more after exams....