tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post3108802693959139543..comments2023-09-05T16:30:09.990+08:00Comments on Princess Banter: Home Sweet NothingsPrincess Banterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14481130646604985046noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-5151879270938675792007-08-02T17:59:00.000+08:002007-08-02T17:59:00.000+08:00Btw, there's an award waiting for you at Crashed S...Btw, there's an award waiting for you at Crashed Site :)Crashdummiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02804365044559167907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-59546048604811378312007-08-01T23:39:00.000+08:002007-08-01T23:39:00.000+08:00I dont know i could somehow relate to that alarm c...I dont know i could somehow relate to that alarm clock thingy very much "My home is where that alarm clock is".. yeah totally... been away from my " parent house" since 16.. so I get it.. my interpretation of home is.. anywhere our work takes us.. ( I know sounds kinda workaholic "mumbo-jumbo".. :D).. but true aint it?adithyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08818922703415969303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-8008898625603472122007-08-01T21:23:00.000+08:002007-08-01T21:23:00.000+08:00possessions..can be clutter in one's life.home is ...possessions..can be clutter in one's life.<BR/>home is where your alarm clock is. i like that. i usually just say 'home is where the heart is and my heart is right here (while thumping my chest)...<BR/>sounds like you made a new friend.darkfoamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14394546886035933252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-25173066036948126422007-08-01T18:24:00.000+08:002007-08-01T18:24:00.000+08:00I normally read your post in reader but this time ...I normally read your post in reader but this time it compelled me to comment here.<BR/>Again a good post. Nice thought.<BR/>That first home, that launching pad is never going to go away. That is our benchmark.<BR/><BR/>Off topic- BTW, when you liked the game on my blog, why didn't you participated ? Next time make sure you do it. :)Cuckoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09593822080382578122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-74625601514300474522007-08-01T15:39:00.000+08:002007-08-01T15:39:00.000+08:00hey even i hate packing.... actually i like moving...hey even i hate packing.... <BR/>actually i like moving, or shifting - becos i love change, and planning and stuff - but without mom to pack, mann, its crazy! and i can never pack my stuff into a bag without making the bag bulge on all sides. <BR/><BR/>and iv started to be philosophical with the things i collect... i used to be like this typical kid who collects all the small things and stows it away to use later, but even ages after that, it will not have been used.... mostly its paper cuttings and things rather than tangible stuff, though! <BR/>anyway, Iv started weeding all that becaus somehow, i think it reflects in your attitudes... dont have too much of baggage in your lives... have only what you really need... <BR/><BR/>and HELLO, YOU OUGHT TO REPLY TO COMMENTS, OKAY? of course, i know 50 comments is a lot, but you should... pleaseAbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03590586267621304681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-86208400351293797072007-08-01T14:12:00.000+08:002007-08-01T14:12:00.000+08:00Wow, somebody has got some mind-reading abilities ...Wow, somebody has got some mind-reading abilities here. But what you say is true --- we all need to decide what is our home and where we feel safe and good about ourselves, and return "home" after a weary day's work. Lovely post!The Black Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16758633990068890153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-12405668272039299332007-08-01T13:15:00.000+08:002007-08-01T13:15:00.000+08:00nice post..get togethers and dinners leave an impa...nice post..get togethers and dinners leave an impact on the mind..love them.. and abt home that was lovely..u carry ur alarm with u for more than 10 yrs? unbelievable!! if i had, it would have been dead by half a year tryin to wake me up daily .. poor alarm..:-)Jeya Anandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05155654358745399975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-78463102301783069352007-08-01T07:51:00.000+08:002007-08-01T07:51:00.000+08:00home is wherever you live eh? silly to call your p...home is wherever you live eh? silly to call your parents home or a place you used to live 'home'.<BR/><BR/>I love that you went out for dinner and had a totally unexpected evening, its refreshing when people we don't think get us, get us more than we could ever imagine. Sometimes just connecting once is enough but if you get more enjoy!phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10669096127325145722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-14710566270895285412007-08-01T04:25:00.000+08:002007-08-01T04:25:00.000+08:00Princess... Wow. Ok, how much truth can you cram ...Princess... <BR/><BR/>Wow. Ok, how much truth can you cram into one post?! <BR/>Acquaintance friends... yes. I have those too... and we smile and wave politely, kiss cheeks... make empty vows to 'get together soon'... egh how shallow of me.<BR/><BR/>I love to endulge in second helpings of logic. <BR/><BR/>It's kind of cool but eery in a strange way that she dismantled your brain like that and you weren't aware of it. Yikes. I have friends who do that... SO unnerving.<BR/><BR/>The rest of this was like looking in a mirror.<BR/><BR/>The fire alarm has gone off in my building SEVERAL times in the last few months. The first couple of times I thought, 'ok... think fast, what goes with me?' I grabbed my camera, laptop and purse. Turned at the door and looked back at my world... there was nothing that was important enough for me to go back for. Not photos, not tangible memories... nothing.<BR/><BR/>And so everytime it goes off now, I don't even stop to look. Camera, laptop & purse. <BR/><BR/>Wonder if that's the photojournalist in me.<BR/><BR/>Excellent post.<BR/><BR/>Scarlett & ViaggiatoreWanderlust Scarletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00551514192060606454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-71039597040384309302007-08-01T04:19:00.000+08:002007-08-01T04:19:00.000+08:00wow, this was a great post, something I can learn ...wow, this was a great post, something I can learn alot from.<BR/><BR/>I loved your definition of home... and possesions, well there comes a point when you dont own your possesion, hey own you.Crashdummiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02804365044559167907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-5692002520808912912007-08-01T01:08:00.000+08:002007-08-01T01:08:00.000+08:00very nice....though i can't relate to it coz i've ...very nice....though i can't relate to it coz i've stayed "home" most of my life....minus 2 yrs of post grad but that place was just not fit to be home!!!Zeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02124938389441103859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-63433149542290531282007-07-31T22:03:00.000+08:002007-07-31T22:03:00.000+08:00I empathize - I am a mover girl too - same age and...I empathize - I am a mover girl too - same age and have been roaming for a decade. It gets difficult to explain to people why I prefer that to 'settling' down, I don't know myself maybe, but I know I have grown and learnt a lot - that I would not have had I settled for what I had then.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11382955421689498975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-69893793356808657242007-07-31T14:39:00.000+08:002007-07-31T14:39:00.000+08:00I think of myself as a turtle when it comes to hom...I think of myself as a turtle when it comes to homes. I carry mine wherever I go!<BR/><BR/>:)Lady Prismhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04333352060797182573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-90759255104699967722007-07-31T12:07:00.000+08:002007-07-31T12:07:00.000+08:00I still feel my home is where my parents stay ... ...I still feel my home is where my parents stay ... it gives me a great peace of mind to go to their placeAnkithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08586410181796539725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-23370717464926834662007-07-31T11:09:00.000+08:002007-07-31T11:09:00.000+08:00Great post ! I really enjoyed itGreat post ! I really enjoyed itMs Smackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02921397003809292438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-20251152240670594072007-07-31T09:55:00.000+08:002007-07-31T09:55:00.000+08:00Your sister's best friend is certainly observant. ...Your sister's best friend is certainly observant. No telling what she might divine on a second meeting.<BR/><BR/>Then again, there's always the chance that she'll overreach (she probably does, in fact), and make an assumption that doesn't apply to whomever she's observing. In all cases, I seek a second opinion.<BR/><BR/>As for me, home is wherever my heart is. When I met my parents in Las Vegas for a off-the-cuff trip earlier this year, it felt like being at home, for they're the only real attraction that I have to that city I come from.X. Dellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17561609651507566271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-35192425522884374652007-07-31T08:08:00.000+08:002007-07-31T08:08:00.000+08:00well, you've read my post. You know we differ. I...well, you've read my post. You know we differ. I don't get rid of much. Though if I had to get rid of everything but just a few things, I know that one of the things I would keep would be my photos.Behind Blue Eyeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08108734433251708783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-44802337752112636452007-07-31T07:51:00.000+08:002007-07-31T07:51:00.000+08:00I identify with this post... having spent the last...I identify with this post... having spent the last 14 years of my life outside my "home" home. And I also like your attitude in this case: although we may carry a relic of our past with us, we always need to dig our roots wherever we are at present and call it home.Sudipta Chatterjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11179666209066615252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-73533427215969786392007-07-31T06:53:00.000+08:002007-07-31T06:53:00.000+08:00What's stoemp?I hope you don't think this too irre...What's stoemp?<BR/><BR/>I hope you don't think this too irreverent, but when I read the sentence about how your alarm clock has traveled the world with you, I was thinking of your entry a month or so ago about marriage and how it is treated too lightly ... It reminded me of the great Mae West line in the movie "My Little Chickadee." <BR/><BR/>This man says to Mae West, "I've been married 5 times," and she retorts, "Huh! To you, wedding bells must be like an alarm clock!"<BR/><BR/>Seriously, though, a very nice entry this is. I enjoyed reading it. It seems to me you are a very insightful and spiritual-minded person.Arcturushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12282753903681981141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-16894448842675125892007-07-31T03:02:00.000+08:002007-07-31T03:02:00.000+08:00Hey! Thanks for stopping by my blog... I like what...Hey! Thanks for stopping by my blog... I like what I've read from you!<BR/><BR/>This actually fits so well with my recent musings... it takes a real strength of self to realize that home is in you, not a location. I'm glad to have figured that out.Princess Pointfulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10911296163218358167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-20013354079703359802007-07-31T02:43:00.000+08:002007-07-31T02:43:00.000+08:00Wow. Interesting dinner, huh?Home is always San D...Wow. Interesting dinner, huh?<BR/><BR/>Home is always San Diego for me. Which is weird because my house is my home too. But the place where I spent my youth is so important to me because it helped me become who I am today. And when I'm back there, I'm instantly more comfortable and more relaxed. But it feels like home here too. Because this is where my kids are making their "home".<BR/><BR/>If that makes any sense at all. . .Glamorous Redneckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00936115401313824242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-9104332996029759962007-07-31T00:46:00.000+08:002007-07-31T00:46:00.000+08:00I loved this post. SO often what you write strike...I loved this post. SO often what you write strikes a note in me. Given I am at work, I do not have the time to respond as I would like. This time, for this post, if you don't mind... I would just like to write my own post this week in response.The Exceptionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13758654167029552230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-63771274422736117162007-07-31T00:41:00.000+08:002007-07-31T00:41:00.000+08:00Really great post!! Firstly, what struck me is tha...Really great post!! Firstly, what struck me is that I also call whereverI'm staying currently as "home"... and a lot of people get confused and wonder - u mean delhi, or bbsr or new jersey?? And I'm like, wherever I feel at home! I didn't realise this makes someone like me sound more independent! I guess its becoz I havent stayed in one place since I was 11 yrs old! I went to boarding school then we moved cities, then later I got a job and moved to different continents! But my first "home", my parents house, is always "home"... but so is everywhere else! Haha.. (ok I'm going to stop rambling!)<BR/><BR/>I liked what you said about baggage!Still Searchinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16771129066300765626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-56893096241058725352007-07-31T00:40:00.000+08:002007-07-31T00:40:00.000+08:00I loved this post. SO often what you write strike...I loved this post. SO often what you write strikes a note in me. Given I am at work, I do not have the time to respond as I would like. This time, for this post, if you don't mind... I would just like to write my own post this week in response.The Exceptionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13758654167029552230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38217641.post-25973678405142711252007-07-30T23:58:00.000+08:002007-07-30T23:58:00.000+08:00The house I grew up in is still there with people ...The house I grew up in is still there with people I've never seen or never will, just like I'll never see the house again - I'd say/guess, but I can't say for sure. If ever I was back in Dublin I might just breeze by to take a look, and remember .....s. Why, I don't know. I guess I will never let it go, the good the bad and the ugly. The memories whistle through my head like Clint did just now with that same eerie sound of emptiness: the things not said and things not done that will always be home.<BR/>Y;-) Paddy.Momentary Madnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05314884356743431845noreply@blogger.com