I’m just gonna jump straight in (and I may or may not add to this list from time to time):
- Do NOT ask me how I am/how I’m doing/if I’m OK unless you are truly interested in my answer. If you are hoping/expecting that I will respond with the standard ‘I’m fine/OK’, you may be in for a surprise. There are days when I will just say I’m alright regardless of how I really feel, but most of the time I will tell you how things actually are, and if you don’t want to know then it’s best not to start the ball rolling.
- If I say I’m worried or stressed or unhappy, do NOT respond by telling me to ‘Relax’.
- ‘If I say I am struggling to pay my bills, do NOT reply, ‘Almost everyone has money problems’ and ‘There are a lot more people who are worse off than you’.
- Do NOT call me Daph if you have only just met me.
I have been distracted by various things and not been updating this blog.
It is mostly good though. I am actually writing stories and finishing them. Is it too optimistic to aim to complete my collection at the end of July? Perhaps, but that’s my goal anyway. Even if I don’t meet it, it motivates me to keep on at it.
I will try to pop back here every now and then, if only to post music I’m listening to.
In the meantime, here’s a short list of stuff that has happened:
- Found out about Leonora Carrington and am now reading her short stories. Weird and wonderful!
- Bought The Wolf at the Door by J. Damask who is my friend Joyce Chng. I am enjoying it so much.
- I am reviewing Lang Leav’s Sad Girls. I hope it doesn’t have the same effect on me as her poems do.
- Will be reviewing Felicia Yap’s book. She is that Malaysian author who was signed by Random House (I think) and paid a mind-bogglingly huge advance.
- I joined Tinder, specifying that I wasn’t interested in hooking up or looking for a romantic relationship. Met a couple of interesting people (of both sexes), but also two complete fuckwits. I have deleted my account.
- Met a farrier from Sweden whom I call the Neighsayer. He is black and has a weird accent that’s a mix of English, Australian and others that I can’t identify – from learning English while travelling. A nice, unsleazy guy whom I can hang out with and not have to beat off with my umbrella.
- Don and I are still together and he is still the love of my life.
That’s all I can think of. Until next time …
That skit in Little Britain, in which the Indian woman keeps getting asked to repeat a phrase that is totally intelligible? It used to happen to me when I lived in England, despite the fact that I set aside my Malaysian accent for the convenience of my British coursemates.
Once, when I was in a train from Oxford to Paddington, I chatted with a blind man all the way through and He never asked me to repeat myself. Not even once.
When it finally came up that I was Malaysian, he said he’d never have guessed from my accent. I was being considerate, as I didn’t want him to find it hard to understand me.
The difference between him and my coursemates was that my coursemates could *see* I was foreign.
Further thoughts on Crowded House’s Not the Girl You Think You Are …
It’s my favourite song by the band despite having previously felt it was a rather depressing one about losing oneself and being the person you think you have to be in order to be loved and wanted.
Well, I was listening to it this morning and I had an epiphany: This song is about the false negative perceptions one has about oneself. It’s about feeling you will never be liked for who you are; it’s about the years of disappointment breaking you down so that you don’t think you deserve happiness.
That’s not who you are. That’s not who I am. I deserve to be happy and loved. I am loved; I have lots to be happy about. And I do believe that Don is one in a million.
I recently came to know of this bird, called the shoe-billed stork and I can’t get over how it looks. Can it be possible that something like this actually exists outside a fantasy novel? It looks like something created by Lewis Carroll; like it should be strolling through a verse of The Walrus and the Carpenter.
At its largest, the shoe-bill is close to five feet tall. The Wiki page says it … ‘is noted for its slow movements and tendency to remain still for long periods, resulting in repeated descriptions of the species as “statue-like”.’
However, it looks like it might enjoy a good joke.
And when feeling energetic, it might be persuaded to join me in a gentle saunter around Taman Tun park.
P.S. Also from wiki: ‘This species is considered to be one of the five most desirable birds in Africa by ornithologists.’ I have no idea what that means. Desirable as pets? Food? What?
P.P.S. I found this video of shoebill clips set to Noh music. Perfect!
P.P.S. And finally, as large as these birds are, they fly. Check out that windspan!