Archive for November, 2006

stuffed

Posted on November 30, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.

the happy needle is a little low on the meter. i don’t know if it’s due to the over-eating we’ve been doing these couple of days or because i’m tired - in more ways than one. it’s 1.13am and not really the best time to be melancholic. the in-laws are in town and i sure will be sorry to see them leave tomorrow. in fact, i should be translating that sorriness into some quality time with the family. but here i am, sitting in bed with the laptop, blogging, picking the most depressing songs i can find on itunes. or the angry ones. i have tired a little of my usual moody fare - and rediscovered the ironic joys of an angst-filled will smith.

in the meantime, i have also been toying with moving. blogs, i mean. yes. again. for no reason in particular, other than i can, it costs me nothing, and i just feel like setting up home elsewhere. after all, half the fun is in the creating. and i am getting a little tired of this blog.

well, you’ve been warned.

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this pendulum swinging

Posted on November 28, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.

between adventurous excitement and lazy apprehension

between what it could be and what it is

between desperate faith and confident hope

so many things to look forward to and yet each passing day is another trickle-drop of time

oh to live in the moment and ignore that drip drip dripping of the water

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Beautiful Day

Posted on November 20, 2006, by soph, under Movies Music TV.

I can’t believe we were that close /
I can’t believe we queued slash waited for seven hours /
You need to do something crazy once in your life /
Maybe twice /
Or thrice /
I didn’t even need to look at the screens /
Yep we were that close /
I was a fan /
I am a devotee /
Awesome does not begin to describe it /
Go for a U2 concert /
Tick /

I can turn 30 happy /

Happy sigh /

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throwing in the noveler’s towel

Posted on November 13, 2006, by soph, under Reading and Writing.

Okay, no more pretending. I’m dropping the farce. I’m losing the pretence.

I am giving up.

On Nanowrimo.

I know I know, it’s only the 13th. But let’s face it: if I don’t do anything in the first 13 days, I probably won’t do anything in the remaining 17. Besides, being unemployed is hard, time-consuming work.

Sigh.

Maybe next year, eh?

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do it again

Posted on November 1, 2006, by soph, under Reading and Writing.

November 1 2006

There’s something terribly appealing about doing crazy things. Especially when it involves pouring heart and soul into a 50,000-word piece of work I’ll probably never look at again for the rest of my life.

Here’s to pretending to be the next great novelist.

Nanowrimo 2006. Here we go again.

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