| May. 26th, 2004 @ 11:58 pm (no subject) |
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Current Mood:  full
I started reading "Among the White Moonfaces" by Shirley Geok-lin Lim. Am half way through. A few observations spring to mind so far:
- Language-wise, she's the best Malaysian born writer I've come across so far, even if I think she borders on the pretentious. Haven't quite made up my mind about that yet;
- The most professionally prolific people are usually driven by anger, poverty, or both. As such, they often have no social life, especially when at their most productive;
- So where does LOVE come in? And forgiveness? And compassion? And kindness? And gentleness?
Over the past week, I have found myself glaring at dtivers; looking daggers at strangers whom I'd imagine had wronged me by walking too slow or talking too loud. What's come over me?
I'd discuss this more but I'm starting to nod off.
I'll be offline for 10 days whilst I gallavant around a certain city Down Under.
I immersed on a baking frenzy and made an upside down pear pudding, and an upside down peach pudding. I think they turned out OK. I'm still blinking at them in shock because they came out in correct dimensions, one piece and all. |
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