let lemons be angry

More facts.

I wanted to be like those bloggers and post an array of photos to illustrate my days. But the system won't let me do it tonight. I'm just not meant to be like those bloggers.

Today's hari raya holiday was much needed, because I've been in the let-go mood. Every now and then I let myself go and enjoy being defeated by work. Which means I curl up for naps more, I eat a lot more junk food, I watch tv shows I don't really like, I spend hours just looking at photos, I skip classes, I play Bejewelled2, I refuse to dress up, and I sigh a great deal. All this to pretend I'm escaping the seven simultaneous projects I have to do.

So today I did one project, which makes me believe in myself a little more.

Sunday was an interesting day. I finally met Axton of MB, who looks nothing like the man I thought I was emailing these few months. His t-shirt read "fashionistas eat their young", he was excited about the smoothies and cakes, and he talks just the way I imagine Mr Tumnus of Narnia to talk. Light business, happy prospects, a very unexpected good thing this year.

"As in all transformations, there is an element of sadness. Something very familiar, very comforting is being left behind for the unknown, which beckons her, siren-like and irresistable. She is, as Rilke once observed, seated before her own heart's curtain. It allows only the tiniest peek.

Intolerable, the waiting and the melancholy. All changes, even the most longed for, must have their melancholy."
-Sally Mann