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
by tarlia on December 10, 2008
in photos, spoken word

October!
by tarlia on October 6, 2008
in behind-the-scenes, life, narcissism
Funds for HfH: RM70
People for the 19th build: 13
“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!
