L’Wren Scott, girlfriend of Mick Jagger who has now died, turns out to have been living a lie. And she’s not the only one from the sounds of this article.
to make things worse, we are in a team of five. Five! It’s suffocating.
I came from a background where everyone was a colleague and a friend. This is certainly a nasty change.
I’ve become a slacker in some ways. I haven’t posted anything for years, and yet life goes on. Actually, at this point I’m still in mourning as our mother passed away last October. Let me tell you, there’s nothing worse. Absolutely nothing. One feels helpless, angry, bitter, jealous, repulsed at oneself, regretful of the choices I made in the past… the list is endless. To make matters worse, she died one month before I was to get home for the holidays. Also, about 6 months before she was to come and visit me abroad. I feel that I failed her, that I never became the daughter she wished for, that I didn’t live up to what I wanted to do for her, and that I’m a colossal failure. There are so many things I wanted her to experience and I did not get to do them. Plus, there’s the injustice of it all. Why must the one person who’s most needed by the family die while other families have four generations still living? How fair is that? What sort of formula does God use to determine which person he’s going to let die today? Am I allowed to question him on the wisdom of this choice? If not, why not? Is there a time when I’ll feel happy again?
Anyway, as the oldest in our family now, I can’t afford to feel sorry for myself. Read the rest of this entry »
The blog by a harlot on the streets of Nairobi who makes no apologies or begs for pity for peddling her goodies and lying, cheating, stealing and peeing her way through the hassles of such a lifestyle. I actually admire her for being blunt and honest about her life. It does take a lot of married men to keep her in business, and they don’t get stigmatised for it at all. That said, her attempts to sound clever and witty make her come off as a poor man’s Belle Du Jour.
I was hooked from her first blog post.
How I lust after them. I know they probably cost thousands and thousands of dollars and in this time of recession I cannot afford to even dream of them, but I cannot look away. And Jada Pinkett has the kind of body I hope I will have after 2 children.
I am stuck. I’ve come to the point in my life where I’m evaluating everything I’ve done so far and I’m not proud of my career trajectory. I have never held a position of responsibility over staff, despite my 5 years in the working industry. I think I’m still in the entry-level position despite changing employers and job titles thrice. My current employer is by far the worst.. they pay very well but I have completely unpredictable hours and at times get no assignments for a whole week. I have also tried to get assigned to movies and such, only to completely screw up and miss the date altogether. Might I be depressed? I’ve slept until 1500 hours, and my friends were alarmed. It had never occurred to me until they spoke up this weekend.