Kamna's Blog

The futility of being fertile When maternal instincts exist none The uselessness of being useful When you're not expected to contribute The pointlessness of being pontifical When nobody is even paying attention Mean what you say for your saying to have meaning That's what everybody says But everybody also says what they don't mean sometimes And that's okay As long as when you're saying what you don't mean, that doesn't mean anything to you Because of whom you're saying it to Or why you're saying it at all Do mosquitoes poop? Do cows jump? Do vegan babies breastfeed? Or, the more logical question, do vegan moms breastfeed their newborns? I like to be In the comfort of what my nose knows The smell of soap The passing wafts of salt filled waves Perfumes from people walking by I can never place But smell so familiar A chain of thought is lost Because thoughts are unchained One needs to anchor them to the front and center of the m...

I realised recently that I have visited a whole bunch of countries whose flags have just white and red in them. As someone whose knowledge about flags is zero, this was quite eye opening. So I thought, why not visit all countries whose flags just contain white and red? Life is long enough :) Soooo I've been to: 🇯🇵 Japan 🇵🇱 Poland 🇭🇰 Hong Kong I must go to: 🇲🇨 Indonesia 🇮🇩 Monaco 🇦🇹 Austria 🇱🇻 Latvia 🇸🇬 Singapore 🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇭 Switzerland 🇩🇰 Denmark 🇧🇭 Bahrain 🇹🇷 Turkey 🇹🇴 Tonga 🇹🇳 Tunisia 🇬🇱 Greenland 🇵🇪 Peru 🇲🇹 Malta

How well each day turns out is pretty much equal to which version of you decided to play frontwoman that morning. Today, being a Sunday, seems to have allowed my inner disciplinarian to show up. Of course, she does show up unannounced, but my other alter ego - insufferably spoilt child-adult is always armoured and ready to beat her down to a pulp. I wonder a lot about self-love and I know now, probably always have known, that self-love is almost entirely dependent on self-discipline. It's crazy how much leeway you can give yourself in the name of being lazy, or tired, or lazy because of being tired, or worse: both. I initially opened up my laptop to binge House of Cards but then somehow landed on here, writing about what I'm feeling, rather than doing what I seem to do every Sunday anyway. I am guilty. I am guilty of letting my life pass me by and it's because I am Brutus-ing. I am torn between doing something and doing nothing about my problems. I am slowly inching ...

Always be alert Because cities burn Cared? Didn't care. Didn't even dare. Eventually fire enveloped Four gardens faraway Good hearts grieved He instantly headed Inside Jameson Island Jack's kinda jacked Killed lovely kids Lost men's lives Mainland never mattered Neither orders nor Others' polite offers Probing questions perhaps Queries retracted quickly Radio silence replies Sadly terrible situation Tomorrow under tornadoes Using ventilators until Very wonderful vividness Watching x-rays with Xeroxed yellow Xboxes Yelling zoning yes

My friend Dennis whose friend is a menace plays tennis Not the friend that's a menace but Dennis He plays tennis and he went to see the dentist The man went all the way to Venice Not Dennis but his friend who is a menace To reconnect with his woman then miss Now missus she still wondered if men kiss Each other in public like a pub is Back to my friend Dennis His molars are happier so he smiles like Elvis

I like the coming together of two words. My favourite words are compound words. Bookcase Watchmaker Meanwhile Seashore Airplane Moonbeam How dare you sneer at the sniggering nigger near you? Just because you're wearing a Kimono over your monokini doesn't make you an anagram queen Fortune is such that after you've gambled and struck gold, you could end up on the streets mangled and stone cold How tightly you hold on and how much you surround yourself with clutter is in direct proportion Which is why it's not entirely shocking to see a hoarder declutter The science of clutter is intriguing Zero utility with a generous dash of emotional security If utterly neglected garbage is powerful enough to contribute to your mental health It makes you wonder What else is keeping a human mind stable? How ironic is it that lack of sanitation enables sanity! Decluttering can be very cathartic It's like a cold shower after being outside in the hot sun all afternoon...

It's been a few days since I returned from my holiday with my sister in Japan and I'm still happily recovering from the sights, sounds and smells of that literally fantastic country. 1) Amazing sanitation systems Japanese cleanliness is simply unbeatable. Their toilets are the most elaborate you'll ever see. Self flushing? Check. Self cleaning? Yes. Self opening?! YUP . They even have toilets where you can turn on recorded water flowing sounds for those who are self conscious about having too noisy a pee. My mind is most blown by the sheer options of ways your poop taking experience can be enriched. I'm so tempted to start a retail business of Toto/Panasonic washlets! 2) Stations, JR Lines, Subways & Shinkansen To a tourist, the public transport systems in Japan can be quite challenging to figure out just because of the complexity of various service providers and lines. Compared to the London Underground, which I found to be large, Japan's railwa...