Postcards from the Edge

I haven’t been here lately.

“Here” isn’t here at this blog, or here in town. It’s more like I haven’t been the person who used to update this blog or write you emails or run about organising writer events. It would appear that whatever I was excited about just months ago is of complete and utter disinterest to me right now. This comes as little surprise; most things are temporary to me anyway.

What did come as a surprise are drastic changes to things that I have accepted as permanent fixtures. Things that you might mention when asked to talk about yourself. Here’s a few things off the top of my head:

Then: Happy at being a lazy lump.
Now: Not happy unless a muscle somewhere is aching from being worked.

Then: Can’t stand cinnamon.
Now: Still not crazy about it, but I keep finding it in stuff I order.

Then: Shrivel up and die when asked to speak in front of an audience.
Now: No big deal. Did I ever mention winning second place for public speaking in the office PR seminar?

Then: Would happily drown in books.
Now: I still selectively inhale certain books, but I’ve otherwise lost interest in reading. 

Then: I live to write.
Now: There are a great many other things I’d rather be doing.

So what is there left for me to talk about? What I ate today? Who cares, really.

I think the age of information overload have caused me to start withholding information. The things that rock my world right now are my little secrets, and it’s a rather refreshing change to know that anyone who care to stalk doesn’t know what I did or where I ate the last few months. I’m not in the mood to share.

Guardian of the Jug

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“S’up?”

Ducky has a new hat and is looking mighty pleased about it. I have a new hat too, but I’m too lazy to model it right now. But it fits, which is wonderful and unusual because I have a big head and everything perches on it. Thanks, Andrea and Joyce!

To non-Muslims, Ramadan is all about the food. Take, for example, the food hampers that keep arriving at the office. A couple of days before Raya, we opened all 7 or 8 of them and had a huge sugar spread in the conference room.

Crazy, but I suppose that’s the only way you share the bounty with the whole office. Except those who were not in.

I’m not much of marathon Raya visitor so I went to a grand total of 3 houses, all either close friends or people I only see once a year.

But this October, I’ll be mostly occupied with making some Halloween costumes because we’re all project-powered at dresshack central. Fun!

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