1. put a little sunshine in my life
Studying upon the LaSalle lawn! Pleasant, if usually unproductive, because I end up people-watching or wanting to read or sleep or wishing I had at least half an artistic gene in my DNA.2. ghostwritten 
Came home one day to see a stack of envelopes and postcards on the bar counter. reading them was like reading letters from a ghost. So unsettling! I wished I sent more of them back-- they were like snapshots of the time I spent in Europe. And that maple leaf--! Selected from the thousands that littered the grounds of the Ekonomikum.
Came home one day to see a stack of envelopes and postcards on the bar counter. reading them was like reading letters from a ghost. So unsettling! I wished I sent more of them back-- they were like snapshots of the time I spent in Europe. And that maple leaf--! Selected from the thousands that littered the grounds of the Ekonomikum.
Fairly early on, Terence sent us a loooong SMS trying to explain what his item was about after one particularly confusing Sunday when, inter alia, Stooffi had asked if it was based on his experiences with Tina. After drying my eyes I copied down the SMS-- verbatim! [sic]s included-- in an attempt to make sense of the item/give it the gravitas it deserved. Jason isn't the only one in need of experience! Thereafter I replied to Terence and told him his message had made me cry-- he asked why, with some alarm-- I said either too emo or lack of sleep-- he attributed it to the lack of sleep -__- I want to write about recital argh!4. food for thought gobbling down
wild mushroom risotto with (so much!) black truffle from Open Door Policy. It is delicious and my phone does not do it justice. After trying their desserts I finally understood why people make so much fuss over souffles. I want to go back!
wild mushroom risotto with (so much!) black truffle from Open Door Policy. It is delicious and my phone does not do it justice. After trying their desserts I finally understood why people make so much fuss over souffles. I want to go back!5. "so... the chicken has soul...?"
dessert at Jack's, on the night of the Magnus Dinner. We perpetually turn her house into an abode for carousing and feasting and making merry. What indolence!
dessert at Jack's, on the night of the Magnus Dinner. We perpetually turn her house into an abode for carousing and feasting and making merry. What indolence!6. pick a bag, any bag
my Christmas Eve present-- getting my wallet pickpocketed at the Arena. At least we refused to let it spoil our night, and even if I more-than-suspect overenthusiasm on the dance floor on my part at least we had fun. Thanks for introducing me to tequila shots, and for getting on the podium!
my Christmas Eve present-- getting my wallet pickpocketed at the Arena. At least we refused to let it spoil our night, and even if I more-than-suspect overenthusiasm on the dance floor on my part at least we had fun. Thanks for introducing me to tequila shots, and for getting on the podium! No drink ever tasted as good as 10-dollar Evian at the end of the night, though-- and for the sake of all that is sensible even if you're trying to mix things up NEVER try to order a lime tequila. Hideous concoction.
7. bookhunting
my gleanings from the PageOne Warehouse sale. Only Donne is new to me, but Fforde and Pratchett are usually eminently re-readable. Oh well!8. turning the page
planning to finish the last pages of Jinglin's Drop Dead Gorgeous notebook tonight, and wondering which of these to use next. Both were gifts-- one from Cheryl as part of Team Sneaky Poonie Dammit surprise, and the other from colleague accompanied by a note that said "may your jokes improve in the new year". This, incidentally, is the same colleague that made "open door policy" quip. I feel mis-appreciated.
one of the reasons i didn't want to go to Japan with my parents was because I wanted to spend NYE alone. It's turned into a sort of ritual, almost, ever since I flew away from Sweden with snow in my heart and a love for solitude that I'd never felt quite so keenly before. I don't know what I'll spend tonight doing, except that I need to be out of a very noisy house-- I only know I take comfort in how sensible I am now compared to this time last year, how much less afraid, how much less... damaged, maybe. I feel less unsure about bidding farewell to 2011 than I did about 2010. Maybe I'm learning to let go. I haven't written about so much-- but maybe I can sum it up in another entry, another time-- now I just want to be away from the computer.
planning to finish the last pages of Jinglin's Drop Dead Gorgeous notebook tonight, and wondering which of these to use next. Both were gifts-- one from Cheryl as part of Team Sneaky Poonie Dammit surprise, and the other from colleague accompanied by a note that said "may your jokes improve in the new year". This, incidentally, is the same colleague that made "open door policy" quip. I feel mis-appreciated.9. three-headed alien
(i commented that my sister's head over my dad's shoulder made them look like the 2-headed alien in MIB. Mum pops up almost immediately to join in the fun)
(i commented that my sister's head over my dad's shoulder made them look like the 2-headed alien in MIB. Mum pops up almost immediately to join in the fun)one of the reasons i didn't want to go to Japan with my parents was because I wanted to spend NYE alone. It's turned into a sort of ritual, almost, ever since I flew away from Sweden with snow in my heart and a love for solitude that I'd never felt quite so keenly before. I don't know what I'll spend tonight doing, except that I need to be out of a very noisy house-- I only know I take comfort in how sensible I am now compared to this time last year, how much less afraid, how much less... damaged, maybe. I feel less unsure about bidding farewell to 2011 than I did about 2010. Maybe I'm learning to let go. I haven't written about so much-- but maybe I can sum it up in another entry, another time-- now I just want to be away from the computer.
I hope all of you can describe the year that's passed as a Tire (or just lie to yourself till you can la). Reason below:
(It's been a Goodyear!)
(It's been a Goodyear!)
I love that second LaSalle photo! Wow.
ReplyDeleteLike glistening jewels!
True that. In need of experience. And/or empathy.
I quite liked John Donne in uni. Yeah. I feel his feeling. And the stuff I read was cleverly written... skilful choice of words...
You forgot to point out that the three-headed alien made Shockwave Flash crash.
Here's to overcoming fear and damage!!! And to sense and scepticism (to Hitchens!)!
re photo: taken on my half-assed nokia phone cam no less!
ReplyDeleteRe Donne: the first poem of his i remember reading i only read because you quoted it-- The Flea-- in reference to my nail polish i think?
Re shockwave: less the threeheaded alien and more the hardware deficiency-- you were right about netbooks being lousy
Only sense and scepticism? Not a bit of sensibility, if only for much-vaunted empathy? Here's to a smoother path to joy, and to the hope that our pleasures stay small and our wants remain simple. Happy 2012!