Getting Back into the Blogging Thing

Last update of the blog happened sometime in October last year. I think I was in Capetown then. I'm not even going to attempt to write about what's been going on since then. One, I don't have the patience for it, and two, I don't think I can remember everything.

Dammit. I can't help myself. I need to at least outline the highlights of life since October 2004 before I can even begin to jump into this blogging thing again. So bullet points then, all nice and neat:

• Got into coordinatorship of the asia pacific apcwomen network. Been working with fabulous jhybeturtle and Happy Girl in Geneva on that -- as well as the rest of the global coordination team. Not completely sure this is the thing I want to be doing when I grow up but it has occupied me for the last six months, for sure.
  
• Turning 30 in Cairo. Best way to hit that landmark year. Cairo was an amazing experience. I remember the full-body goosebump moment the first time I lit a cigarette while standing on a balcony across the River Nile.
  
• The Great Computer Crash of March 2005. Domino, the five-year old Samsung, conked out, and I had to replace her with an ultra-light Toshiba. But Domino's back to life now, happily a FreeBSD machine (for now).
• The Mental Breakdown of 2005. Not fun. 'Nuff said. Still in recovery.
• Breathing the same air with Neil Gaiman in Manila. Will write more on that later.
• Best Movie in that Period: Sin City. Crappiest Movie: Revenge of the Sith (hmm. may need to hide from SW Freaks for writing that one)
  
• Best Book Read in that Period: Lamb by Christopher Moore. Worst: Chuck Palahnuik's Dairy (just couldn't get into it the way I could dig right into his other work)
  
• Best Music Heard in that Period: Bjork's Medulla. Worst: Sophie Ellis Bextor's Shoot from the Hip (not as fun as her first album; it was forgettable)
  

Funny how easy it is to synthesise six months of one's life. Reminds me of Szymborska's poem, "Writing a Resume". Too lazy to type up the entire poem right now, but there's this one line that always gets to me:
Write as if you'd never talked to yourself
and always kept yourself at arm's length

Stop me, I'm in a Szymborska mood again.