WARNING: Picture-heavy post. Might nuke your browsers, especially if you’re running IE.
Happiness may be good for my heart but it isn’t good for my creativity. I write best when I’m unhappy or discontent. Iris made a point about this before. “It’s drama that fuels our writing,” she wrote to me once. “We write best when our hearts are not at rest.”
‘course, I could have gotten the line wrong, but I’m sure I got the sentiment right.
Back when Iris was a single girl with a single toothbrush in her Bangkok flat and back when I was a 24-year-old who secretly cried in the office whenever I felt overwhelmed at having to play boss to 70 people or so (it was sudden; I wasn’t ready; no one prepared me), we wrote frequently and we wrote memorably. Now, I write without cheek, without color, without soul. I’m not sure if I should be grateful or alarmed. On the one hand, I wish I wrote like I did before. But tell me, how can anyone complain about running out of angst?
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Posted in 2010 in Photos |
Before we moved, the most strenuous thing I ever did with my hands was hammer away at the keyboard. I spent afternoons napping, pounding away on the laptop, or meeting up with girl friends. I do not cook, clean, or do the laundry… but please do not think I’m a wife who does nothing but spend her husband’s money because I’m not. I work harder than anyone I know. I work til my eyes cross and sometimes, I don’t sleep for three days straight just to make sure we launch a product on time. But well, all that work, it’s mostly mental. At the end of each work week, it’s just my eyes, brain, and fingers that hurt.
But oh how things have changed! Read the rest of this entry »
Posted in Blathers |
Yes, capitalization is important. It’s the difference between helping your Uncle Jack off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had to point out something as obvious as this. Oh wait, how quickly I forget! There was that one time I told off a writer for NOT putting titles on her articles. I wrote a pretty scathing email, too.
Dear _____,
Please refer to the articles attached. All of them do not have titles. Can you explain to me please why this is so? Have you ever read an article without a title? Is it possible you do not know an article needs a title? Or maybe you were thinking it would make my day and complete my life in some masochistic way to have to add titles to all of your articles?
A few seconds after I hit the Send button, I felt bent and broken with remorse and apologized for being cranky. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted in Blathers |
Hi! My name is Chin, and this is where, to quote Jane Austen, I "run mad and as often as I choose."
