My biggest problem in life at the moment is deciding whether to read or to watch a movie. Occasionally I debate between cooking experiments. Writing doesn't have a specific time or a space. It just happens.
Mmm......I can get used to this.
These days, I take immense pleasure in answering the question; 'So, what do you do for a living' to which I reply 'nothing' and smile. I love the look on people's faces when I say this. A mixture of bewilderment and confusion as they swallow their next question or statement (which is usually based on whatever answer I gave as my profession which is usually either 'so where is the office' or 'that must be interesting'). Next they give an awkward, lopsided smile, not really knowing what to say and after about a minute or so, slip away to speak with the next not-so-offensive-looking person. This is my cue to hide my somewhat amused expression behind a paper napkin.
The 'nothing' is not a completely truthful answer however, I'm afraid. I am actually working on several interesting projects at the moment which do not really bother me and hence, do not technically count as 'work'. Although, this is soon to change. I vowed to myself that I will not work full time again, but a fresh and challenging venture (and a challenge has always been my Achilles heel) has presented itself (I'm still recovering from the 'why now' stage) which I have already accepted to take up in October. Despite the traces of initial reluctance, I am somewhat looking forward to it.
On a different note, I caught the Anaconda video the other day. A badly directed softcore porno with a really annoying soundtrack. If you mute the audio, it can pass as an alright amateur, albeit high-budget porno I suppose. Really. Decide, Nicki Minaj. You can't present porn and (something that faintly resembles) music in the same disc space.
The increasing piles of books on the floor (and Mother Dearest's exclamations) demand that I consider redesigning/rearranging my room. It's been a long time since I ran out of shelf space (and other surface spaces on which I can prop books). I am thinking a book nook of sorts, somewhere all my present and future books can comfily fit in. This would ideally be comprised of a comfortable reading space for two as well. My head is full of ideas, but I'm not really sure if any of them are practical. Finding a good carpenter is next on the list.
Jerome de Silva is finally staging Phantom of the Opera! The moment I received the invite to the FB event, I had a mini heart attack and I'm sure I very audibly whooped. This is undoubtedly, one of my most cherished childhood dreams come true. It's like my prayers are being heard after all. Webber has always fascinated and inspired me, but this, is a masterpiece! Despite the many times and the many versions I've watched of this play (always on tape and never live), the moment the chandelier is unveiled, I get a terrible case of tingling all over and goosebumps. It's ridiculous! Once that box office opens, I'm going to plant myself in the Lionel Wendt and not budge till I get front row seats. I DEMAND them! After all, its only my favourite play in the entire world!
Been a relaxed and rainy weekend. I'm glad I ditched plans to go out and stayed put. And the Bookfair is coming up! Excited! There goes my savings :D
Mmm......I can get used to this.
These days, I take immense pleasure in answering the question; 'So, what do you do for a living' to which I reply 'nothing' and smile. I love the look on people's faces when I say this. A mixture of bewilderment and confusion as they swallow their next question or statement (which is usually based on whatever answer I gave as my profession which is usually either 'so where is the office' or 'that must be interesting'). Next they give an awkward, lopsided smile, not really knowing what to say and after about a minute or so, slip away to speak with the next not-so-offensive-looking person. This is my cue to hide my somewhat amused expression behind a paper napkin.
The 'nothing' is not a completely truthful answer however, I'm afraid. I am actually working on several interesting projects at the moment which do not really bother me and hence, do not technically count as 'work'. Although, this is soon to change. I vowed to myself that I will not work full time again, but a fresh and challenging venture (and a challenge has always been my Achilles heel) has presented itself (I'm still recovering from the 'why now' stage) which I have already accepted to take up in October. Despite the traces of initial reluctance, I am somewhat looking forward to it.
On a different note, I caught the Anaconda video the other day. A badly directed softcore porno with a really annoying soundtrack. If you mute the audio, it can pass as an alright amateur, albeit high-budget porno I suppose. Really. Decide, Nicki Minaj. You can't present porn and (something that faintly resembles) music in the same disc space.
The increasing piles of books on the floor (and Mother Dearest's exclamations) demand that I consider redesigning/rearranging my room. It's been a long time since I ran out of shelf space (and other surface spaces on which I can prop books). I am thinking a book nook of sorts, somewhere all my present and future books can comfily fit in. This would ideally be comprised of a comfortable reading space for two as well. My head is full of ideas, but I'm not really sure if any of them are practical. Finding a good carpenter is next on the list.
Jerome de Silva is finally staging Phantom of the Opera! The moment I received the invite to the FB event, I had a mini heart attack and I'm sure I very audibly whooped. This is undoubtedly, one of my most cherished childhood dreams come true. It's like my prayers are being heard after all. Webber has always fascinated and inspired me, but this, is a masterpiece! Despite the many times and the many versions I've watched of this play (always on tape and never live), the moment the chandelier is unveiled, I get a terrible case of tingling all over and goosebumps. It's ridiculous! Once that box office opens, I'm going to plant myself in the Lionel Wendt and not budge till I get front row seats. I DEMAND them! After all, its only my favourite play in the entire world!
Been a relaxed and rainy weekend. I'm glad I ditched plans to go out and stayed put. And the Bookfair is coming up! Excited! There goes my savings :D
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