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
Saturday, January 29, 2005
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
Friday, January 28, 2005
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
Thursday, January 27, 2005
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
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
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
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Three ‘Projects’ for the New Year
Guess who's back...
No, no. It's not Eminem. It's ME!
Admittedly it has been some time since I've written, but what can I say. Actually, what CAN I say? I guess I’ll just have to tell you guys the truth. Cold. Uncompromising. Possibly harsh. But still – the truth.
Have I been shopping like there’s no tomorrow?
No. Actually, yes. I have done some shopping. But it doesn’t really count because I’ve been shopping for others – family and friends. And of course one – no two – no THREE (and that is the grand total – honest!) gifts for me! I mean if I don’t buy myself something for Christmas, it would, of course be disastrous. But in any case, I enjoyed the shopping! Obviously.
I’ve also been doing some reading. I also got the flu for a whole sodding week. But thankfully am over it! Also I’ve been catching up with some of my closest friends. You know the deal. Going out for coffees. Sooo many coffees in fact, that my caffeine addiction qualms have become so overwhelming that they now dwarf my fears about my shopping-escapism. Really - to the extent that the latter is becoming increasingly problematic, in manner of turning a blind eye only to look back and seeing a tonne of bricks about to tumble on self’s poor head. I can anticipate a disaster coming sometime soon – vide Christmas shopping thingy above.
Also have decided to embark upon not one, not two, but three major projects. More details about these, later. Maybe. As we say in Maltese fuq tleita toqghod il-borma which translates roughly to ‘it takes three to tango.’ Only that it takes two to tango. Three for a threesome. But only one (ie me) to warp logic…
I was about to get to the New Year’s resolution thingy. Actually I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. Mostly because they don’t work. Mostly because I’ve tried them. I’ve tried resolutions ranging from:
Hmm… But really, a good game-plan is all you need. And perhaps a poker-face too! And lots of luck. And a lot of work. I guess it’s worth a good try! We’ll see…
Whatever you have resolved to achieve this year, I wish you luck and success!
Have a great 2005!
And keep in touch!
Regards
N
No, no. It's not Eminem. It's ME!
Admittedly it has been some time since I've written, but what can I say. Actually, what CAN I say? I guess I’ll just have to tell you guys the truth. Cold. Uncompromising. Possibly harsh. But still – the truth.
Have I been shopping like there’s no tomorrow?
No. Actually, yes. I have done some shopping. But it doesn’t really count because I’ve been shopping for others – family and friends. And of course one – no two – no THREE (and that is the grand total – honest!) gifts for me! I mean if I don’t buy myself something for Christmas, it would, of course be disastrous. But in any case, I enjoyed the shopping! Obviously.
I’ve also been doing some reading. I also got the flu for a whole sodding week. But thankfully am over it! Also I’ve been catching up with some of my closest friends. You know the deal. Going out for coffees. Sooo many coffees in fact, that my caffeine addiction qualms have become so overwhelming that they now dwarf my fears about my shopping-escapism. Really - to the extent that the latter is becoming increasingly problematic, in manner of turning a blind eye only to look back and seeing a tonne of bricks about to tumble on self’s poor head. I can anticipate a disaster coming sometime soon – vide Christmas shopping thingy above.
Also have decided to embark upon not one, not two, but three major projects. More details about these, later. Maybe. As we say in Maltese fuq tleita toqghod il-borma which translates roughly to ‘it takes three to tango.’ Only that it takes two to tango. Three for a threesome. But only one (ie me) to warp logic…
I was about to get to the New Year’s resolution thingy. Actually I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. Mostly because they don’t work. Mostly because I’ve tried them. I’ve tried resolutions ranging from:
- Stop smoking
- Evaporate to size 10
- Date Nicolas Cage (before he married Alice Kim, that is! Buggering hell. All the best ones are taken! Humph!)
- Stop striving for the unattainable (Vide above. But what’s the point in life if you don’t have a challenge?)
- Do not date MAD men (Actually, I really have to somehow make that one work! Is becoming matter of life and death. So much so, that I expect that if I ever visit another mental institution – I visited one ONCE ON WORK!!! – I might be greeted by three fourths of my exes!)
- Try an extreme sport (Hmmm driving in Malta can be considered an extreme sport. What about shopping? Speed SMS-ing? Playing billiards with my sister? More of a dodge the balls flying off of the frame, really!)
- Go on holiday completely alone in manner of cultural life-changing, soul-searching experience resulting in Nirvana-like illumination - as opposed to taking the wrong tube and getting lost in peripheral London! (Which is what happened to a friend of mine who has positively lost all sense!)
- Get therapy. (Scratch that! I mean – do I look / sound like I need therapy? If you think 'yes' you're in lots of trouble, buddy!)
- etc
- etc
Hmm… But really, a good game-plan is all you need. And perhaps a poker-face too! And lots of luck. And a lot of work. I guess it’s worth a good try! We’ll see…
Whatever you have resolved to achieve this year, I wish you luck and success!
Have a great 2005!
And keep in touch!
Regards
N
Friday, December 03, 2004
Faux pas in faux fur
I was recently wandering the streets of our Baroque capital city, dear old Valletta…
Nah! Let’s be honest. I wasn’t exactly wandering. You know that as well as I do! It was more like I was working very hard on my retail-therapy. (The first step when it comes to overcoming a serious problem like shopping is certainly admitting it, or so I am told.) Ergo I’m on the right track to healing my need to shop until I drop – fabulous! Which means that today after work, I’m going to reward my efforts by buying those gorgeous sexy red stilettos! Then of, course I’ll need a bag and possibly a belt to go with them…
Hmmm. Have just re-read the previous sentence. Do I hear that little eerie high pitched voice in my head (i.e. my conscience – as opposed to a psychotic manifestation) screech ‘counter-productive’? The words reverberate in my head as though trailing out of a damp hollow cave into a bright sunny day. Yes, indeed. I see how that can make sense. (Again another admission! I am improving at every step!) Better put my conscience on mute then! You see – I am a practical person after all! He he he!
Right, back to my shop-your-problems-away quest. (Here I am - calling a spade a spade!) I was in quite a good mood, feeling very at one with the world. Wafting on a pure white cloud of harmony. Able to make allowances for inconsiderate people who bump into you because they are talking on the phone, busy searching for something which sunk to the pitless bottom of their handbags, or plain confused. Smiling graciously (in manner of Princess Grace of Monaco – obviously prior to her tragic death) when some inane pedestrian crosses my path and when forced to choose between maintaining course on MY trajectory or backing away gently, without making any fast movements, chose the latter, etc. I could sense it in the very crisp, hair-lashing windy air that this was going to be all very Zen-like. Yes. The flow was leading towards a satisfactory shopping expedition.
Zen and the art of shopping.
I was casually glancing around. Just switching from the diverse images which presented themselves in front of me, waiting for a sign, a magnetic pull from an object which just beckons my attention and subsequent purchase. I was casting my eyes looking for the next addition to my wardrobe…
And then….
Gaah!
The sheer memory of the harrowing sight almost turns my stomach. In fact, it was so horrible that the mere memory of it is, in its very own right, a traumatic experience!
I happened to glance away from the shopping windows, which I was passing by (and that perhaps was my first and most monumental mistake. Everyone knows that once the shopping gods are smiling down upon you, you should NEVER shun their loving interest by being more interested in where you’re going as opposed to what’s in the shop window! I mean, the shopping gods are clearly very touchy and sensitive and Diva-ish beings!)
Anyway, the thing which imposed itself most intrudingly on my would-be-perfect day was a fifty-something, garish, over-made up loud women. She was there, just walking a few metres ahead of me, wearing….
Gasp!
…a faux cow-print three quarters jacket, leopard print trousers AND (I am not joking or exaggerating… really!) tiger print boots!!!
My head was spinning, my stomach churning, and my knees were giving way. I took a deep breath and pulled a one-eighty turning back on the spot, thankfully not crashing into the people who were walking behind me, as I spun round full-swing! My shopping was going to be ruined… that image was going to be framed, super-glued stuck in my mind for quite a while so there was no point in trying to buy anything, because all I would be thinking about would have been that faux fur nightmare.
Ok so animal prints are all the rage – whether you like them or not, let’s just hope that it’s the faux fur which people are going for! Ok so Angelina Jolie looks really alluring in her leopard skin knee-length coat. But that’s just Angelina Jolie. I mean, the girl could look good dressed in a garbage bag and wearing a paper bag on her head, for the love of Gucci!
My one and only comment to this atrocity is: When dealing with faux fur or anything wildly over the top, kindly follow the embarrassment-sparing rules listed below for you perusal:
N
Nah! Let’s be honest. I wasn’t exactly wandering. You know that as well as I do! It was more like I was working very hard on my retail-therapy. (The first step when it comes to overcoming a serious problem like shopping is certainly admitting it, or so I am told.) Ergo I’m on the right track to healing my need to shop until I drop – fabulous! Which means that today after work, I’m going to reward my efforts by buying those gorgeous sexy red stilettos! Then of, course I’ll need a bag and possibly a belt to go with them…
Hmmm. Have just re-read the previous sentence. Do I hear that little eerie high pitched voice in my head (i.e. my conscience – as opposed to a psychotic manifestation) screech ‘counter-productive’? The words reverberate in my head as though trailing out of a damp hollow cave into a bright sunny day. Yes, indeed. I see how that can make sense. (Again another admission! I am improving at every step!) Better put my conscience on mute then! You see – I am a practical person after all! He he he!
Right, back to my shop-your-problems-away quest. (Here I am - calling a spade a spade!) I was in quite a good mood, feeling very at one with the world. Wafting on a pure white cloud of harmony. Able to make allowances for inconsiderate people who bump into you because they are talking on the phone, busy searching for something which sunk to the pitless bottom of their handbags, or plain confused. Smiling graciously (in manner of Princess Grace of Monaco – obviously prior to her tragic death) when some inane pedestrian crosses my path and when forced to choose between maintaining course on MY trajectory or backing away gently, without making any fast movements, chose the latter, etc. I could sense it in the very crisp, hair-lashing windy air that this was going to be all very Zen-like. Yes. The flow was leading towards a satisfactory shopping expedition.
Zen and the art of shopping.
I was casually glancing around. Just switching from the diverse images which presented themselves in front of me, waiting for a sign, a magnetic pull from an object which just beckons my attention and subsequent purchase. I was casting my eyes looking for the next addition to my wardrobe…
And then….
Gaah!
The sheer memory of the harrowing sight almost turns my stomach. In fact, it was so horrible that the mere memory of it is, in its very own right, a traumatic experience!
I happened to glance away from the shopping windows, which I was passing by (and that perhaps was my first and most monumental mistake. Everyone knows that once the shopping gods are smiling down upon you, you should NEVER shun their loving interest by being more interested in where you’re going as opposed to what’s in the shop window! I mean, the shopping gods are clearly very touchy and sensitive and Diva-ish beings!)
Anyway, the thing which imposed itself most intrudingly on my would-be-perfect day was a fifty-something, garish, over-made up loud women. She was there, just walking a few metres ahead of me, wearing….
Gasp!
…a faux cow-print three quarters jacket, leopard print trousers AND (I am not joking or exaggerating… really!) tiger print boots!!!
My head was spinning, my stomach churning, and my knees were giving way. I took a deep breath and pulled a one-eighty turning back on the spot, thankfully not crashing into the people who were walking behind me, as I spun round full-swing! My shopping was going to be ruined… that image was going to be framed, super-glued stuck in my mind for quite a while so there was no point in trying to buy anything, because all I would be thinking about would have been that faux fur nightmare.
Ok so animal prints are all the rage – whether you like them or not, let’s just hope that it’s the faux fur which people are going for! Ok so Angelina Jolie looks really alluring in her leopard skin knee-length coat. But that’s just Angelina Jolie. I mean, the girl could look good dressed in a garbage bag and wearing a paper bag on her head, for the love of Gucci!
My one and only comment to this atrocity is: When dealing with faux fur or anything wildly over the top, kindly follow the embarrassment-sparing rules listed below for you perusal:
- Get a mirror!
- Get a clue!
- Just say NO to mixing different prints / fur types!
- When in doubt e-mail me!
- If I am unavailable, kindly refer to Rule 1.
N
Friday, November 19, 2004
Post dizzaster recovery...questionable!
Hi everyone. I'm back.
Back as in regressing - to what, I don't remember.
Back. As in back to square one, possibly also to the square before square one.
Anyways, back on the blog.
Had a bit of a tough time actually. But what can you do? It's life. My life anyway. Am not going to get into too many details - it's not ladylike, and its private, so there!
Trust me on this one guys and gals. I always thought that I had it in me to come up at least with one good memorable phrase. Unfortunately this phrase which I have coined (and am hereby trademarking / copyrighting!) is the one fundamental true thing in my life. Here goes:
Just when I thought that I had reached the bottle of the barrel I realised that the barrel had a double bottom.
Ok, ok. Tinkwetax. Go back and read it. I know, it's a concept kind of thing.
Got it now? Yep, that's it, just when you thought things couldn't get worse - badabingbadaboom a tone of bricks comes crashing about your feet sweeping you away in a tumultuous swirl of stormy waves which crash upon the rocks.
Humph!
I know, it's a Friday - TGIF, right? Or not! There isn't much to TG about right now. For the past five days, everyday has felt like a bad post-hangover-cum-coma Monday rude awakening thingy. Not good.
Ok. will now make effort of titanic proportions so as to get grip on self and stop wallowing in melodrama misery.
Ok. Should just give up as am clearly not in the mood for trying to control self and self's emotions etc etc
GAAAH!!!
Ok - Enough! This is not constructive. Let's see what else I'm doing this weeked.
Saturday: pm get together with xxxxxxx's colleagues
Sunday: pm go to friend's wedding with xxxxxxx
Obviously forgot to amend entry on personal diaries as follows:
Saturday: possibly girl's night?
Sunday: pm go to friend's wedding.
Also can detach pink highlighter from diary (I highlight all my dates in pink...)
I just can't wait for Monday! (Tsk!)
Think that I will go back and read a couple of excerpts from The Little Book of Calm, also possibly Men and From Mars (more from Uranus he he he!) and Women are from Venus and The Road Less Travelled. Actually scrap idea of road less travelled... might wind up lost or something - again!
Have a great weekend and take care!
N
Back as in regressing - to what, I don't remember.
Back. As in back to square one, possibly also to the square before square one.
Anyways, back on the blog.
Had a bit of a tough time actually. But what can you do? It's life. My life anyway. Am not going to get into too many details - it's not ladylike, and its private, so there!
Trust me on this one guys and gals. I always thought that I had it in me to come up at least with one good memorable phrase. Unfortunately this phrase which I have coined (and am hereby trademarking / copyrighting!) is the one fundamental true thing in my life. Here goes:
Just when I thought that I had reached the bottle of the barrel I realised that the barrel had a double bottom.
Ok, ok. Tinkwetax. Go back and read it. I know, it's a concept kind of thing.
Got it now? Yep, that's it, just when you thought things couldn't get worse - badabingbadaboom a tone of bricks comes crashing about your feet sweeping you away in a tumultuous swirl of stormy waves which crash upon the rocks.
Humph!
I know, it's a Friday - TGIF, right? Or not! There isn't much to TG about right now. For the past five days, everyday has felt like a bad post-hangover-cum-coma Monday rude awakening thingy. Not good.
Ok. will now make effort of titanic proportions so as to get grip on self and stop wallowing in melodrama misery.
Ok. Should just give up as am clearly not in the mood for trying to control self and self's emotions etc etc
GAAAH!!!
Ok - Enough! This is not constructive. Let's see what else I'm doing this weeked.
Saturday: pm get together with xxxxxxx's colleagues
Sunday: pm go to friend's wedding with xxxxxxx
Obviously forgot to amend entry on personal diaries as follows:
Saturday: possibly girl's night?
Sunday: pm go to friend's wedding.
Also can detach pink highlighter from diary (I highlight all my dates in pink...)
I just can't wait for Monday! (Tsk!)
Think that I will go back and read a couple of excerpts from The Little Book of Calm, also possibly Men and From Mars (more from Uranus he he he!) and Women are from Venus and The Road Less Travelled. Actually scrap idea of road less travelled... might wind up lost or something - again!
Have a great weekend and take care!
N
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Indecent Proposal… too early to consider
Those of you who have figured out who I am (and yes, there are a few people with a brain, other than my darling self, that is!) would know that I definitely not a morning person.
In fact, I am the opposite of a morning person – a night owl cum bookworm, guarding the streets of our fair city during the night, with a watchful eye, on the lookout for wrongdoers….
No – wait! That’s Batman or Spiderman or a gargoyle, or something, anyway! Sorry about that - got sidetracked into my comic heroes….
Back to erm… what was it? Oh yes, the non-morning me! Right, basically when I wake up in the morning, one thing is predictable: that no matter which side of the bed I get out from, it’s gonna be the wrong side. So if you ever cross my path before 08.00 hrs – beware. No – even better – make a run for it!
Ok. I’m really not that bad, but let’s just say that I need my first coffee to be poured down my throat before I am even able to open my eyes! Ok, so this is what happened. It was a bleak Tuesday morning, around 7.45 am (which is a v ungodly, immoral, and possibly illegal time by when one is expected to be awake, dressed and ready to start of a full day’s work! Humph!) But anyway, I was in a v good mood to start of with, I was quite happy with my wardrobe choice and was in a reasonably civil mood considering the time of day and post-traffic-hell trauma.
There I was minding my own business, walking down the street in full would-be business swing when I felt something glare at me. It was too early in the morning to have done anything remotely bad enough to have pissed off anyone to that extent. Plus, the guy I overtook and subsequently cut off on the Regional Road this morning while driving on my way to work, couldn’t have possibly managed to keep up with me, let alone follow me all the way to work… Or did he? I had this eerie feeling creeping up my spine, when…
GAAAHH!
An old, decrepit, toothless man, with no fashion sense, or common sense for that matter, was looking at me in a most sinister manner. He started to walk my way, at which point I thought to myself – dodge! Despite the early hour and the fact that I wasn’t exactly what you’d call sharp and awake, my reflexes were fast enough to avoid coming face to face with this geezer. ‘Good morning baby! Let me take you for a coffee. Hi, come to my place!’ he growled. I gave him a glare which spelt out:
DANGER.BACK.OFF.INSTANTLY.
(Or should have spelt out, anyway. But probably he was illiterate / an alien from another galaxy / one of the many mad men I’m destined to encounter due to some screwed up universal karma!) I steamed off to work, another 5 minutes to walk in high heels at this time, with this bleak weather, with this absurd incident weighing on me. It was a little too much to handle, and not a very good start to my day. I spent the full five minute-walk to work pondering the encounter.
Why? Why ME? Was my shirt unbuttoned? Had I forgotten to wear my skirt or something? Did I have ‘Young, desperate and willing’ tattooed on my forehead? Nope. It was just plain weird. Nonetheless, as soon as I got to work, I made a dash for the ladies’ room – just to make sure that I hadn’t mistakenly worn my underwear on top of my clothes, or anything!
And, just in case you were wondering – no I hadn’t done anything that silly!
Duh! He he he! Until next time!
N :P
In fact, I am the opposite of a morning person – a night owl cum bookworm, guarding the streets of our fair city during the night, with a watchful eye, on the lookout for wrongdoers….
No – wait! That’s Batman or Spiderman or a gargoyle, or something, anyway! Sorry about that - got sidetracked into my comic heroes….
Back to erm… what was it? Oh yes, the non-morning me! Right, basically when I wake up in the morning, one thing is predictable: that no matter which side of the bed I get out from, it’s gonna be the wrong side. So if you ever cross my path before 08.00 hrs – beware. No – even better – make a run for it!
Ok. I’m really not that bad, but let’s just say that I need my first coffee to be poured down my throat before I am even able to open my eyes! Ok, so this is what happened. It was a bleak Tuesday morning, around 7.45 am (which is a v ungodly, immoral, and possibly illegal time by when one is expected to be awake, dressed and ready to start of a full day’s work! Humph!) But anyway, I was in a v good mood to start of with, I was quite happy with my wardrobe choice and was in a reasonably civil mood considering the time of day and post-traffic-hell trauma.
There I was minding my own business, walking down the street in full would-be business swing when I felt something glare at me. It was too early in the morning to have done anything remotely bad enough to have pissed off anyone to that extent. Plus, the guy I overtook and subsequently cut off on the Regional Road this morning while driving on my way to work, couldn’t have possibly managed to keep up with me, let alone follow me all the way to work… Or did he? I had this eerie feeling creeping up my spine, when…
GAAAHH!
An old, decrepit, toothless man, with no fashion sense, or common sense for that matter, was looking at me in a most sinister manner. He started to walk my way, at which point I thought to myself – dodge! Despite the early hour and the fact that I wasn’t exactly what you’d call sharp and awake, my reflexes were fast enough to avoid coming face to face with this geezer. ‘Good morning baby! Let me take you for a coffee. Hi, come to my place!’ he growled. I gave him a glare which spelt out:
DANGER.BACK.OFF.INSTANTLY.
(Or should have spelt out, anyway. But probably he was illiterate / an alien from another galaxy / one of the many mad men I’m destined to encounter due to some screwed up universal karma!) I steamed off to work, another 5 minutes to walk in high heels at this time, with this bleak weather, with this absurd incident weighing on me. It was a little too much to handle, and not a very good start to my day. I spent the full five minute-walk to work pondering the encounter.
Why? Why ME? Was my shirt unbuttoned? Had I forgotten to wear my skirt or something? Did I have ‘Young, desperate and willing’ tattooed on my forehead? Nope. It was just plain weird. Nonetheless, as soon as I got to work, I made a dash for the ladies’ room – just to make sure that I hadn’t mistakenly worn my underwear on top of my clothes, or anything!
And, just in case you were wondering – no I hadn’t done anything that silly!
Duh! He he he! Until next time!
N :P
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Back out of the cold
Ok. Am definitely not going to bitch about how annoying it is to have a cold when there’s such lovely weather despite it already being October.
Not.Going.To.Bitch.
Or Moan.
Or Complain.
God, self-restraint is difficult. Almost unnatural!
I'll just take one reflective moment to appreciate the beauty of the world, the flowers, the sun, all God’s creations, etc. etc. All heightened by the general feeling of well-being and post-cold recovery appreciation of things which one (ie I) would usually take for granted. It's like seeing the world with new eyes; being born into a heigher form of life, and other such enlightening experiences.
Also I should take yet another reflective moment to thank goodness for having gotten over the cold.
Yess. Yess! Am no longer sick. Can go out and enjoy weekend! Yipppeeeee!
Actually I got over my cold sometime last week, but I am just managing to catch my breath now…. Almost one week later, in fact - as in better late than never. I had lots of catching up at work to do, plus lots of coffees with friends to postpone, etc etc.
So am going to get back to blogging now.... [:D]
N
Not.Going.To.Bitch.
Or Moan.
Or Complain.
God, self-restraint is difficult. Almost unnatural!
I'll just take one reflective moment to appreciate the beauty of the world, the flowers, the sun, all God’s creations, etc. etc. All heightened by the general feeling of well-being and post-cold recovery appreciation of things which one (ie I) would usually take for granted. It's like seeing the world with new eyes; being born into a heigher form of life, and other such enlightening experiences.
Also I should take yet another reflective moment to thank goodness for having gotten over the cold.
Yess. Yess! Am no longer sick. Can go out and enjoy weekend! Yipppeeeee!
Actually I got over my cold sometime last week, but I am just managing to catch my breath now…. Almost one week later, in fact - as in better late than never. I had lots of catching up at work to do, plus lots of coffees with friends to postpone, etc etc.
So am going to get back to blogging now.... [:D]
N
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Summer gone by…
In all honesty I have never been one to like the summer months, and as much as I adore the sea I have never enjoyed basking in the sun, not for an hour, not for a minute, and possibly not for a second. If I didn’t know better I’d think that I might have some sun-repelling gene or something.
I know - it’s v unlike other Maltese people who enjoy the blistering sun until they are evenly, unrecognisably tanned. But then again, I’m not exactly your typical Maltese girl, am I? Oh come on… surely you should have realised that much by now!
However, I simply cannot believe that we’re in October – already!!! Summer has gone by in a flash; fighting the stifling lethargy-inducing heat during the day; suffocating on the way to work amid waves of humidity and traffic exhaust, praising the comforts of air conditioning, partying during the weekends, and avoiding the sun like a plague!
And ungrateful humanoids that we are, as soon as the first whiff of cold currents come our way, we’ll be cursing winter weather, longing for the languid Sunday afternoons, when all we could do was just sit in front of TV watching a non-tasking flick, drinking ice-cold water by the gallons and waiting for the heat to let off. I guess it is part of the human condition – you always want that which you can’t get. Or you never know what you’ve got when it’s gone! Something along those lines anyway.
Hmmm… actually the mezzu temp (mid-season) weather we’ve got currently is rather v nice. Can still enjoy my collection of boob tubes (all the rage this summer), without having to spend the day wishing some arctic weather my way! Actually in the spirit of appreciating the temperate weather the Maltese Archipelago is currently enjoying, I think that I’ll plan a walk in the country side or some sort of hike or other for this weekend. Obviously will have to wear sensible shoes and not strappy high heeled sandals which I recently bought on sale, but anyway… You see, its all part of my ‘here and now’ Zen philosophy, let’s just hope it goes well – as in I don’t get horribly lost in the Maltese countryside (despite the minute size of the island, it has happened to me… more than once!)
Clearly I will keep you posted with the outcome of what promises to be some sort of Zen adventure!
N
I know - it’s v unlike other Maltese people who enjoy the blistering sun until they are evenly, unrecognisably tanned. But then again, I’m not exactly your typical Maltese girl, am I? Oh come on… surely you should have realised that much by now!
However, I simply cannot believe that we’re in October – already!!! Summer has gone by in a flash; fighting the stifling lethargy-inducing heat during the day; suffocating on the way to work amid waves of humidity and traffic exhaust, praising the comforts of air conditioning, partying during the weekends, and avoiding the sun like a plague!
And ungrateful humanoids that we are, as soon as the first whiff of cold currents come our way, we’ll be cursing winter weather, longing for the languid Sunday afternoons, when all we could do was just sit in front of TV watching a non-tasking flick, drinking ice-cold water by the gallons and waiting for the heat to let off. I guess it is part of the human condition – you always want that which you can’t get. Or you never know what you’ve got when it’s gone! Something along those lines anyway.
Hmmm… actually the mezzu temp (mid-season) weather we’ve got currently is rather v nice. Can still enjoy my collection of boob tubes (all the rage this summer), without having to spend the day wishing some arctic weather my way! Actually in the spirit of appreciating the temperate weather the Maltese Archipelago is currently enjoying, I think that I’ll plan a walk in the country side or some sort of hike or other for this weekend. Obviously will have to wear sensible shoes and not strappy high heeled sandals which I recently bought on sale, but anyway… You see, its all part of my ‘here and now’ Zen philosophy, let’s just hope it goes well – as in I don’t get horribly lost in the Maltese countryside (despite the minute size of the island, it has happened to me… more than once!)
Clearly I will keep you posted with the outcome of what promises to be some sort of Zen adventure!
N
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