Whoops the title is a case in point. After reading other people's blogs, I realized mine is way too esoteric. I have also noticed my writings has evolved over the years from event-sharing to feelings, which does show maturity (in writing, at least). Still, it is also fun to chance upon a writing that brings to mind a memory that has been long shelved.
Maybe it's my aversion to what I call the Today-I-Went-To-The-Fish-Market kind of post. But I've realized lately that those have value too, just that my life has little entertainment value or the humour I encounter does not resonate with the average joe, so it seems narcissistic to bore a dear reader with superfluous details.
My fingers ache (and crack), I think I'm experiencing an early onset of arthritis 0.0 Okay superfluous detail #1, it's a start.
Currently listening to Dar Williams. Currently reading The A-Z of Art to familiarize myself with art pieces, it's bite-sized. I've been finding it impossible to just sit myself down and read. Half of Inkheart is the furthest I've come since Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go and a failed attempt of Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway which was meant to help me better appreciate The Hours by Michael Cunningham. Bah hambug. I'm also slightly wistful at my previous naivety where I could read Inkheart without doubting its authenticity. I have to constantly remind myself that it's fantasy and it's main target audience is children. After reading this Milan Kundera interview, I have also concluded that I need to return to his books when I grow more adult.
I realized for a tree-hugger, I don't discuss much on this blog. Maybe because my emotions are so mixed. Feelings like passion, anger, bitterness, hopelessness, inspiration all erupt within me at different points in this journey. I'm also carefully consolidating my stance on many environmental issues which would really determine the path I decide to venture into. You can find more of my opinions as well as the team's here, though.
Too serious, wayy too serious.
"Mel, why are you running to and fro barefooted?"
"I'm a hobbit!"
Nisa is right, these sentences are the sort of thoughts that just occur to you on lazy bus rides and you can't help but smile.
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