Monthly Archives: March 2007

My First Time… Being Spammed!

Hmm. I really have no idea whether to fume in simmering silence or to scream out loud. See, my dear readers, I’ve been spammed. This past weekend I have been deeply engrossed in my BodyBalance instructor training, something like a fitness bootcamp. Imagine nine hours a day at the gym going through a series of

I Am Woman

I am woman. I get up every day before the sun breaks through our windows. I make your breakfast and get you ready for school. I love you, my little darlings. I kiss my hubby goodbye as he leaves for work. You may not do your homework. You may be rude to me. You may

Story Teller

Remember when I was home in Malacca for the holidays? So many books, so little time. I doubt any of us will ever finish reading all the books we own, not when it’s so comforting to return to old favourites time and time again. Sometimes this means Tintin, other times a bit of Poppy Z.

Like Lines From A Film

There are times when life can be so surreal, doubt becomes an easy afterthought. You don’t think, “Hey, this doesn’t really happen in real life” because what is real life anyway? What could it be but what’s here, right now, in this moment? Last night, dinner was Teochew porridge with Henny and Nisa. A spontaneous

Got Poster? / Going Postal

1. My Brand Spankin’ New Poster Took me ages to get my initial idea down to the finished product, but I’m happy with it now. Trying for a classic look while contrasting the obvious differences in the work of the featured authors, thematically anyway. They are both excellent. This round, Xeus will be introduced by

5:55

Serendipity, surely? Did I listen to Charlotte Gainsbourg’s 5:55 first or was it overhearing Sharanya and kG at Seksan’s discussing the futilities of 55fiction? Curious, I step into my Judy Garland ruby-reds and take the rainbow over to such blogs that fifty-five. “If you fifty-five me, I’ll fifty-five you.” For my mothers, click the minutes.