Sep. 12th, 2012 11:48 am
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Interview later today. Monday was an sub-editing test at a local TV station. Things seem to be looking up. Fingers and claws crossed. I don't want to jinx.

Meow is adapting to his new increased med dosage and new diet. My boy cat is now old. I give him scritches and he meows just like a kitten, nudging my hand and rubbing it.

My girls are growing fast. Cub is now a tween, Dot a terrible three. ;)

And I have placed a WIP on Wattpad. Another publishing platform. The writers there are mostly teens.
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Second day of the Chinese New Year is now officially over. Visited my side of the family today and caught up with my favorite cousin who came back from Scotland. Ate a lot. Talked a lot. The girls enjoyed themselves tremendously.

Came back to consume awesome chicken and abalone soup. More eating of popiah.

Now, winding down for the night.

I put up pictures on my writery blog: Enter The Water Dragon.

Likewise, the novella offer - I have extended it for an extended period. If you like Asian YA (young adult) SFF with a futuristic setting and flying alien pterosaurs, get it at Smashwords.

You noticed that I am posting at DW. LJ is on the fritz again.
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Second day of the new year. Feeling physically unwell (coughing and menstrual problems). Still adjusting to the fact that I might not work this year.

Still writing.

Still watching my girls grow up, though these days, I dread their fights. :(


Nov. 17th, 2011 07:52 pm
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
We are well into November now. I am busy writing (if I have time) the third book of the Jan Xu series. We also celebrated Cub's birthday (11-11-11). In between, I managed to squeeze in a book launch and a BBQ.

Midnight, our black kitty, has kidney issues (of which D isn't saying at the moment - I will go prod it out of him). Her blood count isn't good, apparently. At the moment, she looks fine and a little indignant. I am probably on her hate list now. Please do keep her in your prayers. I have lost Cat and Sugar. I don't want to lose another cat.

Happier news: I bought a pitcher plant and named it Shelob (for obvious reasons).

For people who have been keeping an eye on my venture into writing: Goodreads page for Obsidian Moon, Obsidian Eye
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So, it's Sunday, post-election, and Mothers' Day.

So, the ruling party (PAP - People's Action Party) is still dominating the seats in parliament. The opposition got in about six seats. The blame game has begun with pro-opposition supporters accusing people for being all talk and no action. This is sad. We are inheriting a nation of young people who grew up privileged, arrogant and ignorant. Be afraid, be very afraid.

But it's not a landslide victory, dear state media. 60% is not a landslide victory. Get your stats and math right.

And the language being bandied around: repent, retarded... No, people, stop that. No, really, STOP THAT.

I have to say that I am disappointed and that I have lost faith in Singaporeans. People seem unable to think for themselves or are just happy to toe the party line.


I am down with the flu. Runny nose, coughing, the works. Cub made me a butterfly and a slew of poems for Mothers' Day.

For a few days, I have been struggling. With the usual self-doubt and self-disappointment. Am I again playing to a uncaring audience?

I suspect I will be full of words/thoughts/things for the next days.
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
One story has been accepted by M-Brane SF.

My school may purchase my books and place them in the library. If the response is good, there may be a book signing (and sale). *checks if Mercury has gone direct*

Work-wise, I am bracing myself for another load of marking (second essay test for the kiddies). I leafed through my first class and winced.

Cub and Dot are beautiful girls. I look at them - they are growing up fast. They give me hugs so readily now... what happens when they become teens? Where did the time go?
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Happy Ostara/Spring Equinox!

I spent the better part of yesterday's morning, exploring Sungei Buloh Wetlands Reserve. Brought along my camera. The girls loved it! Dot was so amazed by the huge monitor lizards ambling around and sunbathing. My photography skills are rusty... but I had fun. One thing about having a passion is about having fun.

And we had the supermoon! Brighter, definitely "bigger" - but it was all a beautiful illusion. I didn't get to take photographs of it though. But I admired it from afar.

I am not sure about you, but yes, I am heartened by trees. Especially by my favorite trees found at Sungei Buloh. Beside the casuarina, I also love the sea almond tree. I had a vision of wolves, of Singaporean wolves, trotting along the sunlit tropical forest path. Not your typical timberwolves, mind you. I felt the swish of tail and the swivel of ear. Even Cub saw that I was happier.

School starts again tomorrow. I have a backlog of marking to finish. EEP!
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Happy St Patrick's to those who celebrate!

Having the March break here (a week, mind). A backlog of marking, since I seem to get waylaid by something. Finally drafted the blog post for SF Signal though.

The girls are fine. Cub is enjoying her holiday. Dot is learning how to jump and knows a few words. They are both very precocious, well, sometimes I just want to pull my hair in frustration.

Working on some issues. Balance, equilibrium and learning how to let go. Some people can't change overnight.

Will write more once I get my thoughts settled.

And two more weeks to book release. EEEPPPP!
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Bronchitis strikes again! I am sipping hot honey to soothe my throat which feels like Meow's claws: sharp and clingy.

Actual lessons start next week, so tomorrow will be lesson planning!

Taking it easy with writing. I have a few on-going projects and I feel as if I am spread thin. So... yes, I am taking it easy.

The family is dealing with the flu - the girls are still active (!!!) and chatty (!!!). Dot is now an extremely lively girl. Cub is now in Primary Two. Heh. I am coping with changes once more.
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So, yes, the household is down with degrees of it. Baby is coughing and sniffling. I am coughing. The weekend has become one of cleaning up after baby.

At least, we got to go out and enjoy the (blistering) sunshine, if you ignore the coughing in the background.

I crave soup. Lots of it.


Regarding Wolf At The Door news: I posted this on Twitter recently. Do feel free to signal boost, pass the word around.
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So D went off to Hong Kong for a business trip (Hong Kong Toy Fair). I was left to man the fort.

And so, it has been raining the whole day (and night). Nice weather. Then Cub fell ill with gastric flu.

Now, I normally wouldn't complain that much, but gee whiz, my mother-in-law has been getting on my nerves (again). I hate the friction.

I vented on Twitter. Now at home, I still feel a twinge of anger and resentment.

I need to stay determined.

I will stay determined.

On a more positive writery note, I am planning book three of the UF series. Book Three. Yes, I am insane.
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Here is Cub enjoying herself at the BBQ party: here.

We had fun. Eight screaming little girls - and I am still alive! Birthday presents, cake and balloons, beach runs, shell-picking.

Then chilli crab dinner with the extended family.

Mmm, I should spend some time with my Nano project and oddly enough, I am not fussy about it this year.

Thoughts: Lives matter. People matter. Social media and real life - do they intersect? And if so, why do people still feel lonely, lost? I believe this question isn't easy and not to be answered in a hour or a day.

Rainy weather always does that to me.
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Happy birthday, my dear cub!
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Friday saw me resting - public holiday (Deepavali). Bought kimchi and spent time with my folks and my girls.

Saturday found me busy at an archaelogical dig. Cub wanted to be a volunteer too. So we signed up, got our gloves, pails and shovels, with a pick (for heavy-duty digging). My pit was relatively shallow and the strata was quite rocky. I managed to find artefacts, with the earliest one dated around the Yuan dynasty. Mostly ceramic and porcelain shards, pointing to Singapore's merchantile and trading past. Cub charmed everyone, working really hard at the sieve. The archaelogist was so impressed with her that he gave her a book on archaelogy and an opium container. ;) I am rostered for the 20th!

Sunday was a lazy Sunday. I slept in. Afternoon saw me attending a birthday party. A lot of screaming kids, sugar and birthday cake. Socializing with adults! Yay!

Now, it's work... *thud*
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It seems that my life is now a series of Excel files masquerading as schedules, proposals and lists. I have never liked Excel. Will never like it in the future. At the moment, I simply tolerate it, just as a wolf tolerates people staring at it.

Hell, I am a wolf. Wolf is chaffing much.

I haven't done much photography in the past few weeks... nay... months. Started doing some simple shots and they came up like crap. I have gone rusty.

Next week, work will ramp up a new notches. I am going to start revising the schedule once more.

Writing wise, I was able to put in some words into my urban fantasy work in progress. The wip is now 51k and counting. I am still worried as to how people would accept/like/hate/meh Book One (out next year).

Baby's fever subsided overnight. Cub's having examinations. It seems that the year is tumbling forward. Soon, it will be Samhain and then Yule.
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I went to see the ENT specialist yesterday. The ENT center happens to be situated together with the children's clinics. So the waiting room was full of running, cranky and sick kids. I waited for a hour and more, before seeing the doctor.

Had the hearing test done, my ears probed and so forth... nothing. I am apparently okay. The vertigo isn't life-threatening. But it will be worse in times of stress. So eep. My current job will get stressful in the near future. :P

Now, a moment of respite. I have the house to myself. The girls are staying with my inlaws (for a night). D is out. The house is oddly quiet. I will probably go and catch up on my sleep.
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
I did the handover today, returning the stuff back to the school. I felt a weight off my shoulders and a certain sadness, because I did develop some degree of rapport with the kids.

My dad thought that the school had short-changed me and breached the contract.

But he's right: Nobody should treat me like garbage. I have rights too.

Maybe the word 'garbage' is too strong here. I am not expendable. I am not something to be discarded once I have reached the end of my usefulness. Too many times I have witnessed schools treating their staff like that... which is not right at all.

Granted that the main concern is for the students (or the school's overall performance), but teachers have rights too. Overworked, stressed and trying to balance the hideous workload with family life - teachers do not have easy lives. A lot of people say that the pay is good, but at the expense of mental and physical health?

Enough of my ranting. :P

I am keeping myself busy, throwing out resumes and looking after Cub and Dot. Writing my urban fantasy story, enjoying it. Living my life day by day. I am going to see an ENT specialist soon regarding my vertigo problem. I am going to get that thing fixed.

Many thanks to the words of encouragement from all of you!
jolantru: (sing to the dawn)
Work tomorrow. Still wondering if I should start planning the sekrit project. A lot of planning (structuring - bureaucracies love structures].

Brought Cub and Dot to Terminal 3 (Changi Airport). They had great fun. I bought ginger thins. Great with milk.

Struggling with vertigo still... and the odd exhaustion. Otherwise, I am "normal", whatever that is.

Had a strange/weird/woo-woo experience on Friday evening. Still trying to find words to describe it. The veils are thin this month.
jolantru: (dragon)
So we had a long National Day weekend, ending today (which I would then turn in and wake up to Wednesday, to work).

National Day was spent at my folks'. My dad made his honeyed chicken wings, always a tradition in our household. My mom made curry and roti prata. The National Day Parade itself was oddly blase. Sure we had the usual fly-past and the soldiers marching in smart columns - but all the songs were re-hashed and the costumes were tacky. It felt as if the organizers had run out of ideas. It also struck me that the reason why we ran of ideas because we are still looking for that essential Singaporean identity, dammit.

Corrine May's song was folksy, very typical of her style. But so not a National Day song. Too introspective and not catchy enough. It would be nice, though, if she sings in a cosy bar with thoughtful listeners.

But the girls had fun.

I am still debating as to whether I should go for Worldcon. Either way, it's still very expensive. :(

Seventh Month and Ramadan start today


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