The second but last month of 2009 is drawing to a close and I feel that I most write something, even if it is but to announce some already well-known facts.
- I made it to 50K words in National Novel Writing Month, as you may also notice from the widgets on the left (yes, that left).
- I have achieved in 2009 whatever goals set for 2008 were left and hope that 2010 will prove a year of equal opportunities and self-love.
- I am on a job-hunt again, much the same as I was in this period last year, with the exception that I can now afford the luxury to apply only for those jobs that I want to do, while I'm doing one I'm not so fond of doing.
- I have bought all but one christmas present for my housemates. Including the one for me.
Sunday, November 29
Monday, November 23
Quote #35
And who am I to argue with this?
Listening, not imitation, may be the sincerest form of flattery.
Dr. Joyce Brothers
Thursday, November 12
All is not well...
I sigh.
So deeply I sigh.
I fear I may have overestimated my capacity of literary invention. I bit off a lot more than I could chew when I decided to partake in this year's NaNoWriMo. And it isn't merely lack of story and vocabulary that keeps me from writing; there's just too much too do in my private life.
So much that I sometimes wonder where will this land me, but in some unfrequent private moment of reflection I look back on the tumultous events and realise nothing has changed, nothing much has changed.
A year back, I was a grumpy miserable unkept gloomy shadow of human existence *, and now I feel as if I could hardly be happier (well, most of the time I do) but still I'm worrying and worrying and worrying and right now I honestly don't know why. If there is a why.
I conclude saying; all is not well, but most things are.
* this might be slight exagerated
So deeply I sigh.
I fear I may have overestimated my capacity of literary invention. I bit off a lot more than I could chew when I decided to partake in this year's NaNoWriMo. And it isn't merely lack of story and vocabulary that keeps me from writing; there's just too much too do in my private life.
So much that I sometimes wonder where will this land me, but in some unfrequent private moment of reflection I look back on the tumultous events and realise nothing has changed, nothing much has changed.
A year back, I was a grumpy miserable unkept gloomy shadow of human existence *, and now I feel as if I could hardly be happier (well, most of the time I do) but still I'm worrying and worrying and worrying and right now I honestly don't know why. If there is a why.
I conclude saying; all is not well, but most things are.
* this might be slight exagerated
Friday, November 6
Happy Birthday -bis
Not for the world would I have dared stealing a present and honour of my beloved Shirahime, but since the another loved one has decide not te be near when he turns 25, a little 'Congrats!'-sout-out is in order. Hence:
Happy Birthday Martinito!
Happy Birthday Martinito!
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