Autobiographication.

It’s painful.

Today this writer composed a 1700-word account of his childhood as an Asian migrant to Australia. It detailed how he returned to his homeland Singapore expecting to feel like a local, but ending up even more isolated than the simple foreigner. It also tells of what his failure to learn Chinese (cue the song by Jin here) means to him, as shown in an incident at a friend’s house.

It was not fun. It was in fact rather painful to look back honestly on what were rosy-cheeked childhood memories and rip the pretty colours away. This writer looked at his twelve-year-old self and did not like what he saw. It’s awfully confronting to see oneself on paper.

Prioritising.

So much for doing YAA-related work. Was about to a research write-up and was happily diverted by Shu. The Hub is now on the brink of becoming operational, after a morning spent doing various admin things. Now this writer has o do the morning’s planned work in the afternoon. Oh, joy. Onward forth we go.

Selling smack

Today’s agenda is largely comprising of YAA matters and various unproductive activities:

• Send invitation to Planet Ark to come to YAA board meeting. Try to ignore fact that aforementioned Planet Ark shut down this writer when he asked for support for his wee little pot plants. Try not to cry.
• Write report on how good pot plants are for the climate crisis, using obscure cross-references and formatting that would put Al Gore in the carbon-sink.
• Find out David Koch’s email.
• Play video games.

There will be no quarter given. Unless of course, one feels the compunction to donate 25c to this writer’s Paypal Account. Onward forth.

The situation at present

Currently on holidays. Can’t figure out when holidays became so busy. Have a list of things which are making aforementioned holidays busier than the Coles-Myer stock-take.

• YAA (Young Achievers). Saving the world one pot plant at a time has never involved so many holiday meetings, email chains, and general business wheelings-and-dealings. Taking a perverse pleasure out of it all, much like when one slits one’s wrist with a piece of paper.
• Demo Sequence. Learning a music piece that one has written is not as easy as it looks. Hoping to make a splash and start selling many copies soon.
•  The Hub. Online forum for study-related questions has not progressed beyond the “let’s scratch our chins and look thoughtful” stage. Shu, if you read this, get back to me quick so we can get this thing rolling. Otherwise it’s going to remain like a hubcap - it looks like it could start rolling, but it isn’t.
• The Project. No comment. Literary agents welcome.

And then there’s the usual catching up with friends and doing fun things which is to be seen to. Most friends are currently overseas - probably a silver lining considering the amount of busyness. Well, onward forth, then.

MDY