It All Begins Here

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If your life was a reel of film and you took a magnifying glass to it, do you think you’ll discover beautiful little moments that you completely missed at the time?

Happens to me all the darn time.  

My week usually looks like a chaotic whirlwind of activities where I’m running from work to gym to home and repeat. But if I stop to think about it, I can usually count at least three incidents, ranging from funny to outright bizarre, that happened to me in the last few days. Like, the time I cooed at what I thought was a blond little fluffy dog sitting in the front seat of a car and then realised it was a tiny silver haired old lady reading a magazine. In my defence the sun’s glare was blinding me and I did feel terrible about mistaking a person for a dog.

People told me I should have a niche, write about one or two things I care about, build a brand. But, I just want to tell you stories. Funny ones, interesting ones and odd ones. Real stuff that happen in the everyday lives of everyday people. By people, I mean person. Okay fine, just me.

Read about my overly ambitious bucket list. Laugh about that awkward date I had or the weird event I went to. Send me suggestions about where I should travel next. I’ll tell you about the server in a café in Belltown who speaks with a thick Italian accent that I was convinced was fake, but was proven wrong when he started yelling at the chef in italiano. Turns out, Italians do sound like Rachel’s arm candy, Paolo? I’m not complaining.

P.S. That restaurant is La Vita E Bella.

 

Cheers!

8 Replies to “It All Begins Here”

  1. Love it 😍. Very smart and intelligent with enough humor to make it light! Keep it up. Looking forward to seeing your posts. 👍😃

  2. Way to go…..love the way you blend the humour in ur talk….definitely, looking forward for more!!!

  3. This is Tagore–Jaha chai taha vul kore chai, jaha pai taha chaina, rendered poetic this wayby me- What I want I want by mistake, /What I get, for that I regret. Indeed from Genesis to Doomsday life is the tale of s kingdom, called, Boredom. In the octogenerian tedium of my life I seek sunny Sundays in the black Mondays, and it’s the trick of a scholar gipsy.I know after all– Though thy soul sails leagues and leagues beyond, yet leagues beyond those leagues, there is More Sea.

  4. Since I’m a late-Latif in the trail of Canterbuty-Tales-travellers, I’m to be forgiven for not keeping pace with my predecessors. In this regard l avidly long for the Blogger’s yes.

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