Sunday, August 13, 2006

On Rags and Bones

I had the weirdest dream last night. I was skating like a pro, scratching the ice just the right amount and leaping into the air doing three flips and loops like they were second nature to me. I think I've become a tad too obsessed with this skating business.

I feel the tingles. Yep, they're here allright and bound to stay for some time. Now, the tingles are little shivery feelings I get in my fingers and toes and which signify only one thing. Time to Shop. I'm not really crazy about shopping, but in all honesty, I can't say I hate it. A couple of times throughout the year, I get into a frenzied fit that can only be cured by shopping. I'm kind of glad, because my pocket-ripping shopping is never complete without a zealous, conscientious spring cleaning. And that, is zactly what my room is whimpering for.

Let's see, what do I have to do for today:
- Take clothes to tailor for altering.
- Wash two loads of Clothes (Closet is depressed - almost empty). (In Progress)
- Get Aerobics schedule from club (lost mine). (Must remember to do that tomorrow)
- Watch 'The Rain Man'. (Not done)
- Go to Grandmaz. (Done)
- Pass the Ice-skating test. (Mission Accomplished)
- Finish the White Gleaming Teeth. ( Coupla pages left)
- Book dentist appointments for familia. (Finito)

Yep. I'm still loitering about with Zadie Smith's book. I took heart however, when I read the following:
" 'And this is some kind of linguistic conflation between words Mrs. and Miss?' asked Samad, genuinely curious and oblivious to the nether wobblings of Katie Miniver's bottom lip. 'Something to describe the woman who has either lost her husband or has no prospect of finding another?'"

That hit me right in the face when I was least expecting it and made me convulse with giggles in the most unappropriate place. I was babysitting the kids at grandmaz, and now that they have seen me engage in an act so low as giggline, they will deem me unworthy of their respect. (Translation: Rumours have been spread about my mental abilities).

I have a thirst for Russian Literature. It's steaming from an unfinished book I have on my sidetable. I started Anna Karenina more than a month ago, but then got side tracked with 'The Time Traveller's Wife'. It was enjoyable, if a bit slow paced (the intricate descriptions that I fell in love with at first kinda threw me off later on). I wish if there was some course I can take on Russian Literature, I want the whole history behind it.

Time for a refill. Only the dregs remain of my morning coffee. Let's see what I can read about my day from them!

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Readaholics Anonymous

How can it be that I always fall on the same knee?! Two weeks ago, I had a very bad fall in ice skating and could barely walk. Today, I fell on that very same knee..thrice. I just took a peek and the aforesaid knee is having a very colorful makeover. I'm going to spray that injury thing on it and pray it's nothing serious. The class was great today tho, I finally managed to do the one foot spin! AND the Arabesque (also called spiral)is back again. Ever since the time I fell on my shoulder doing the Arabesque, I couldn't do it properly. I wanna go back and skate now!!
Saturday morning I was at the club half an hour early for the yoga class only to be told that they stopped yoga classes in August! I was mega disappointed - I was really looking forward to solving this relaxing problem. And as simple as it sounds, I don't know how to. I don't really know if I've always been this tense or whether it's a relatively new thing for me. What I know is that I don't want to end up like Gilmore Girls' Paris!! Wait! What if I am like her but never noticed. O.o
A month and a half of my summer holidays have gone and I've read so little Im ashamed of myself! I had a whole shelf of summer readings, but I just can't seem to get into reading anymore. I'm stuck in Smith's 'White Teeth' now. It lacks that gripping aspect. It doesn't have that c'mon-now-just-one-more-page thing. Maybe I'm judging it harshly since it's a book I'm forcing myself to read. Maybe it's really not my type. Maybe I've become too stupid to understand books. Or maybe someone's been lugging me off to Readaholics Anonymous sessions in my sleep.
I've been dubbed as the Ikea fixing person at home. My parents got some floor lamps and kitchen stuff today and no one seemed to know how to put them together. No one bothered to try is more like it.
Mum's been begging me to get rid of my books or at least place them in our downstair's library. I was appalled. Okay, so maybe I can't read now, but that is just taking it too far. They might get abandonment issues. Then, what will I do?!
System needs food. More later. Ja ne.