Neil Gaiman is just what everyone who has been to a signing says he is
- only about the sweetest most brilliant person on earth. When he
walks into the press conference area in the British Council, a mixture
of awe and disbelief hangs in the air for a good half-minute before
the bevy of fans, conveniently disguised as reporters, remember to
breathe ( Read more... )

2:22 in the morning and I can't sleep. I guess it serves me right, for forming all these terrible, terrible habits - nocturnal inactivity, general laziness, the inability to actually complete anything I start. It builds steadily, back when I was twelve, fifteen, twenty, staying up late re-arranging myself in bed futilely or fucking about online, or ( Read more... )

Tonight I sit alone with a decent enough bottle of Cab Sav, the wine of my marriage, all on my lonesome getting more than tipsy and wondering, as one does when one is alone, what it is I actually want to do with this brief spell I have on this side of living. It's a terrifying thought, but not more terrifying than mortality, which I can't really ( Read more... )

It hadn't occurred to me before, not seriously anyway, the thought of throwing in the towel stepping off a building leaving and never ever coming back. When Cece cries it bores into your brain, and echoes madly until you forget the sound or the thought of anything else, especially if she doesn't stop crying for hours. I look around at this house ( Read more... )

What I would like, more than anything else, would be to live a life that's of interest. Sure, I have a shrieking baby and a husband that is A++++ and excellent... is about as far as I got the last time I tried to write anything vaguely archival, strung into sensible enough sentences to comprise the first real entry in ages, but clearly laziness was ( Read more... )

Oh sweet Jesus - I've done this retrospective since I was fifteen and here I stand, almost a decade later, with far less time and resolve than ever before, and so, so much more in my life half of me doesn't really believe I'm going to finish this ever.

( 2012 In Review )

Am I really drinking a bottle of red wine on my own watching How I Met Your Mother thinking about John Cusack and that artless American we all would like to marry and that American whom I have married but isn't anything like any of those brunettes but is instead a mousy blonde unlike most of everyone you've met with their Italian blood and sort of ( Read more... )

This weekend I move out, but that's not even the half of it - this weekend I move out of my parents' house with my husband that I acquired this year and the baby I co-produced after moving back to Singapore from New York for our child's delivery and early childhood. I guess that covers the important factual developments - apart from that I have no ( Read more... )

I think I've outgrown a lot of things that I used to identify with - I don't know how the past two years have changed me, apart from how they clearly have made some pretty substantial alterations to both my temperament and my life from here on out. I find myself quieter and less sure, and to some degree, less in my head. The incessant barrage of ( Read more... )

Right, I swear I've tried to complete an entry at least eight times this year, and while I put in a pretty good showing in starting this same entry, my follow-through is absolutely abysmal. This time, however, we will get there, as much as this may be the most cryptic and least informative post in this history of this journal (no mean feat ( Read more... )