Told you there'd be changes!

This blog was formerly hosted at http://nina78.clarence.com

Please not that my new email is girlaboutlife@yahoo.com (like that I have lots more space to save your comments!)

More changes coming soon.

Keep on the lookout!

N
aka Nina78

Yipeeee! Got a mention!

Dear Highly Esteemed Readers of this blog,

It is with great pleasure that I am blogging to inform you that Nina’s Sphere has been featured in Robert’s very interesting and varied blog Wired Temples You can view his full entry about my blog here

Also I would like to thank Robert for the feature as well as his support and feedback!

In addition, am working on enhancing this blog, so get ready for a couple of surprises in the very short term.

Best regards

N

Catching my breath

Now that things have calmed down a little, I have the time to catch my breath and take stock of…

Of… Of having made it through last week’s madness alive?

Of not giving into the alluring temptation of yelling my head off?

Of not having flown off the handle?

Of something or other.


Well, all this commotion started on a Tuesday. Which is already a very bad thing in itself, as I believe that anything that starts should always start on a Monday. It is clearly most befitting since Monday is the first day of the week.

And don’t give me any rubbish about Sunday being the first day of the week. I don’t work on Sundays.

Sundays were made for you to get a rest before starting another frantic week of work!

And with that, your Honour the defense rests its case! (Said in dramatic, triumphant tone. Obviously)

(PS For those of you wondering – no thankfully I am NOT a lawyer – or any kind of legal professional. I just like legal dramas – vide John Grisham’s novels – sooo much better than the film adaptations!)

Plus, it sounds so much better to say ‘it started on a Monday’ than ‘it started on a Tuesaday’. But anyway…

As I was saying, prior to flying off at that arbitrary and irrelevant tangent, (but hey, it’s my blog and I’ll do as I please!) I was telling you all about how it all began.

It started on a Tuesday.

Man, I HATE the sound of that sentence. Let’s see what we can do about that… (Note the use of the royal we there! He he he! More like the royal wee!)

It was a Tuesday when it all started.

Sounds even worse.

Last Tuesday…

Phew! This creative writing process is just killing me! KILLING ME! How long have I been at this?

GAAAH!

Just glanced at the clock ticking silently in the bottom right-hand corner of my computer!!!

Must go get ready and meet my friend in Sliema in 20 minutes for emergency meeting re the guy she likes. This evening I have to tell her that, well that, he’s just a shy guy.

WAIT!

Just wait one minute! Is he really shy? Or is he playing a wily game of cat and mouse?

I mean how are we supposed to know with these men today?

Oh God! I can’t make up my mind about this one! In addition to cutting corners and fellow motorists off the Regional Road (again!) I am going to have to solve this too!

Re the thing that started last Tuesday – well, erm, think it’s better if I tell you next time I blog. Well let’s be positive and generate a positive karma flow, at least I’m blogging more often!

Must dash now. Byeeeee!

N

Something 'different'

Since I have received a grand total of five emails (from people who I don't know in real life as opposed to the web and its virtual reality!) telling me that I should post more often on this blog of mine I have decided to do just that - post! And there I was thinking that the only people who checked out my blog were a few close friends of mine! Well THANKS! Thanks to all of you for the encouragement and feedback!

As I write this it is exactly 22.31 hrs and after a full day's of work (as in yes... i have a day job! How on earth would I possibly keep up with the shopping otherwise?) and I am starting to feel tired. Which is not a good sign! Not for a night owl at any rate...

Hmmm perhaps should go make some coffee....

Am back. with dark, black, hot coffee, energy levels rising as I type.
I was just working on one of my three projects this year (nope... not going to reveal anything more - after all a good writer knows how to keep readers in suspense! he he!) when I decided to take a break and drop you all a line. Then an even more uncanny notion hit my head. The thud, was of course followed by an empty echoing sound... (Ho Hmm! No, you're not supposed to laugh! Just kidding - oh yes you are!)

You have so far seen one side of me. And like a coin, I have two sides. Here is something, let's just say 'different'. Oh come one! Of course you can handle it! This is as yet untitled. Like a little lost sandy labrador puppy, searching for its name and a new home. Here goes:

My fingers grazed the painting you left in my bedroom. The thick dry oil, hiding a few air bubbles under its surface, felt as rugged as your stubble. You knew it irritated me when we kissed, but I loved your salty taste — somewhere familiar between mint and strawberries marinating in the sea, with a dash of coffee and cigarette smoke. I put my fingers to my nose and your smell - that
mixture of heat, paint, solvent, musk and something else which I could never identify, came back to me. I forcibly drew my hand away and my eyes fell upon your parting gift; a large, inexplicable canvas stretched across a frame. The puzzling mixture of colors, pastoral purple, blood red, grassy green and sunny yellow, stared back at me. Textures of thin light strokes of one color, coated
by thick heavy coats of another in contrast, one covering the other — yet never completely, felt like me. The yellow base is still visible, almost translucent, despite the deeper depressed colors' efforts to hide its hope from the world. I saw you paint that picture again in my mind, whistling a tune that was your own, occasionally tapping your foot top a beat which only you knew — one which I
picked up without knowing or understanding. The sun crept in through closed shutters, reflecting on the sweat beads on your skin. This room which you once occupied is now empty. The cold, sharp wind breathes life into the curtains. Billowing, they graze my legs. The windows are open now, and I won't shut them. I can't - not for you. Not because of you.

© 2005

I have promised my five e-mailers (and myself) that I will post more often. And since a promise is always a promise, i'll be posting - so keep in touch!

N