I will not be posting much starting today, because I don’t feel all that comfortable blogging about my life now. Seeing as I’m working and all, it won’t do if I start saying stuff about people I work with… kinda like mixing personal life with my professional life. … .. ahahahahahah!! that sounds so funny. “professional..” XD

So, I’ll just talk about mundane things, like how I am so tired. So hungry. So skinny now. I am predisposing myself to osteoporosis at this rate. I ate half a tray of fererro roche, in a bid to get some fat in. I wonder if it’s working..

It’s the Galway Arts Festival at the moment and all things.. arty is going on in the city. Too expensive for me, and besides, I’m not living in Galway, if you recall. But I’ve been looking forward to these two weeks of art since I first heard of it (ages ago). They had a parade in the moonlight (I imagine) on Sunday, the day I had to travel back here. I heard that there were fireworks too… sigh.

Orchestras, musicals, art! Love them, even though I only have a smidgen of creative streak somewhere in my DNA. Probably from dad’s side as he can draw a realistic looking truck/car/things with engines. And my uncle draws monsters :) I just love his drawings, no matter how evil-looking, blood-dripping, tiny, sharp teeth-filled maw creatures they are. Dear mama… she likes gardening. That’s art, right? Arranging pots and plants according to leaves or petals and whatnot.

Me. I like… colours. All of them. Painting. Who needs classes! Just paint whatever I feel like painting and even if its ugly, the process of painting is fun in itself. No wonder the psychiatry unit had a lot of painting classes. I used to wish that I was admitted, just so that I can paint in a huge, well lit studio using free acrylics or water colour. And then, there’s Art Attack, which was before I started college.. even now, whenever I go back home and the Disney channel’s on, I’d grin with delight at hearing that accent and the red jumper. Taking pictures. Shutterbug. Orchestras with David Brophy!

Oh, and books. Now, less on the intellectual stuff and more on the light stuff because this brain needs a rest too. Can’t be thinking about meds, disease, investigations, work etc in the daytime and then go back home and read… intellectual reads (actually, I can’t think of any at the moment). So, bring in the comics, women magazines (with free bags/novels/shampoo), chic lit and the odd children’s book (Just William! - I love the William books by Richmal Crompton, hilarious and it makes me feel like a kid). However, it is a tad embarrassing, reading my free copy of “He’s just not that into you” at the bus station, when everyone else is poring over something like “The Virtues of War: A Novel of Alexander the Great”. Ah well, I’m having fun, so, that’s good.

hmmm… I do miss those leisurely times, when I had the pleasure of finishing long, marvellous, adventure-and-magic filled books. It’s just not feasible for me now due to time restraint. I can’t stop and continue. I need to really sit down and immerse myself in the story till the end, for me to enjoy a good tale. So, I guess the big, thick story books will have to wait until one of the long bank holidays or when I retire or when I marry a squillionaire, whichever comes first. Bank holiday it is then.

Paints and books :)

I can’t wait for the weekend.

Above picture is from the Strange but Perfect Day. I feel like dipping in a cool pool of water.

Till next time then. Oh, enjoy your trip to Bandung, if you ever get a chance to read this! Mwah!