Monday, March 15, 2010

UN-Wired

My laptop has gotten a virus of some kind, or so I figured since it keeps booting me off line and shutting itself off, so it's being fixed. It's in the care of a boyfriend of my gal pal, and I am in owe. Thank you, M!

Though, it will take a few weeks, since M is incredibly busy of late; it is not until the end of March at the earliest that my lappy will be back, I was told. So, I've been enjoying my life without it altogether, except on Tuesdays when I am at my parents' and use the desktop in the living room (like today).

I have to admit, it feels rather nice and liberating the same way it felt liberating when I was without my cell phone for a whole week a while back because I left it at my parents'. Only more so, this time, because now I have nothing other than reading and drawing to do for entertainment at my flat. And it's hell of a lot of fun! And it's nice to actually look forward to the paper delivery also, which now plays the primal role of info-feed for me.

One thing that I am having to cope with, however, is the fact that I cannot write whenever I want. I write a diary whenever my spirit moves, and lately I have a lot to confess and vent and unload and giggle about, that I really, really need to let it out in words. I tried on a notebook. Failed. It's just not the same because, on keyboard, I can write as fast as I am wording in my head, whereas the process takes thrice or maybe even more on a notebook with a pen. The very struggle is a joke! It seems just ridiculous to write things down once you are used to typing, and you cannot read your handwriting anyway! I gave up my diary books 10 or so years ago when I first bought my computer, and since then, Microsoft Words has come to be the holly grail of all writing tools that I cannot do without for the life of me. So, really, with all due respect, bye bye Jane Austine and bye bye Virginia Woolf. A fountain pen was once my ultimate dream item to have but I've decided I shan't be needing one for a long time to come.

Until next time,

Sak

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Fun Comes Before Job

Those of you my beloved readers who are nice enough to go to my drawing blog, temps de crayon, might know that I am partial to art (or in my own terms, anyway). I have also mentioned in this blog my being semi-artistically inclined in the past but I have never taken myself in that department seriously. But, in the last half year or so since I became more open about my simple "pastime" and started communicating a little less secretively with the world, it has changed its course in a direction I never thought imaginable.


Last month, I was actually offered a professional job to do a drawing. I cannot say here for what it is, or for who it is, but my simple connection with an acquaintance through a friend who had also a simple connection with a certain somebody who saw my "pastime work" gave me a little chance to prove myself a little more.

First I refused and denied and probably cussed a little bit out of disbelief: it might have been "Fuck no!" if I recall it right. I even asked, "is that legal?"

I mean, aren't there only about thousands of art students and struggling artists who would murder for a job like that, who are waaaaay better and properly-educated-in-art, and oh hey, qualified, might I add?

Those were my thoughts (and still are) and I wasn't the least shy about sharing them with the people in front of me. They told me that they like the fact that I am not an art student nor a struggling artist waiting for a big break. Besides which, they emphasized, they liked my drawings. They gave me some time to think about it.

I did think about it. And I thought about it some more. And I came to a conclusion that I was curious enough to see how this might lead. So, since I'm in no position to oblige myself with anything, I gave them a condition. "I will try but can we NOT shake hands on the deal, since I've never drawn anything upon request and I do not do well with pressure? Can I just have my fun and see how it turns out?" They said, "No problem."

So the deal is that there is no deal. No pressure. Not even a penny of compensation. I will only do what I always do and see how that comes out.

Until next time,

Sak

Friday, March 5, 2010

Pretty in Pink

I decided to give myself a pedi today. It always puts me in a good mood. I've always thought the toes look a bit like 10 little people, and I have been feeling sorry for the last guy on the left end with the "exoskeleton" over and around it for the last month and a half since I broke it.

In Japan, spring is often symbolized with the national flower, cherry blossoms. In owe of the spring warmth that we've been blessed as of late, I pedi-ed my toes (minus one) with the color of the flower.


Men don't easily understand why we, women, like getting our pedi done. I think it's kinda similar to the relationship we have with our shoe fetish by nature, for the majority of us at least.

One of the moments guaranteed to make me happy to have been born a girl.

Until next time,

Sak

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Shove It, Mr. Winter!

Woke up this morning to the glorious sunshine that I had missed oh so much.


Come hither, warmth. Thy name ist spring. I want no more of the 3-degrees-celcius living room to drag myself out of the bed to. And it's a good feeling when my regular morning oatmeal seems a little too warm and I'm not in dire need of a very hot cup of tea.

Until next time,

Sak

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Cranberry Juice

I like drinking cranberry juice concentrate with warm water. And since I just adore the color it creates, I like drinking it off a wine glass.



It's so concentrated, a spoon full of the juice is enough to make a big glass. Cranberries are supposed to cleanse your kidneys as well as liver and spleen, and are good for your "filtering" system. A perfect detox drink!

Until next time,

Sak

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Thinking Simple

Had been feeling like simplifying my life, and this morning I decided to start my mission with getting rid of things that I do not need. Stuff is just stuff. I want to own less and look more for value and quality and worth in what remains.

So I let myself start with things in the boudoir. First ones to bid my farewell to? Makeups.

How did I accumulate so much? I did a ballpark calculation in my head and got totally and utterly depressed at how much money I've spent on things that I don't even use any more; things that I used for the first time and the last time billion months ago, as well as things with the colors that just plain don't "do it" for me anymore. Which turns out to be more than a half of what I owned.

Preposterous!


Above are the executed. Bye! All of you!

And into the wastebasket, they went. I'm going to go through my closet eventually.

Until next time,

Sak

Snacking

Snacking on gun-modoki tofu. They are basically tofu with sesame balled up and deep-fried.



I just toasted them. No sauce or dip required. Makes a very good snack in the afternoon.

Until next time,

Sak