The Do-List: Part II

Note: Anything can make it to the do-list if it contributes to making me feel like a more together and adulty adult. Doesn’t matter how large or small or mundane or silly it is.

Things to do before I turn 27

  • Tell my mom a secret.
  • Clean out my closet and get rid of a lot of things. I am a hoarder and I’m running out of space. I need to declutter and start over.
  • Get. My. Passport.
  • Cap my root canal. Because it’s long fucking overdue. And because it’s painless. And because I’m an idiot.
  • Finish recording one song with C. Completely. [Can’t do this, on account of C’s grandfather is very ill.]
  • Start exercising with some sort of regularity.
  • Eat two new things and actually like them.
  • Cook once.
  • Call up the bank and so on and so forth. Just get going on the disgusting aspects of growing up.

If this list goes well, I’ll consider doing what Rahul did and making a Birthday Specific Do-List.

*tick tock*
– K.


Dear Zonk,

I don’t get to stay home alone much. Which is good, because I’m not good at staying alone. Specially at night, when every little sound seems ominous.
But I’m home alone tonight, for a while. And I’m lying here in bed with my headache and my camomile tea, watching sitcoms and talking to you, and I feel oddly at peace.

This is nice.

Love always,

The Wishlist

Okay. I tried to make a wishlist and ended up with a pretty lame list. It had a grand total of three things. But, a lot of people have been asking me for it this year. My wishlist making habit has spoiled all of you. Lazy bums.

Anyway, I’ll make one right now, on the fly. And then continue to try and knock things off the do-list. Also my net’s down, and the WordPress app is shitty enough to not have a list format. Oh well.

The Wishlist

1. A pen with 4 color refills.

2. Headphones (over the ear). Comfy ones for when I’m at work.

3. Earphones. For when I’m not at work. Mine suck right now. Also, I like ones that go right into my ears. But not too much also. I find it stressful to plug my ears up completely and not plugging them up at all means bad sound quality. Have fun figuring this one out.

Let it be known that sound quality matters a lot when it comes to headphones or earphones. Just saying.

3. Basic Converse shoes. Maybe green. Maybe not. If you buy these I think you already know me well enough to pick a color I’d like.

4. One new book. A novel. Contemporary. Something light and quiet. Something along the lines of Kitchen or Perks maybe. I’m going to strike this one off the list right now and get my sister to buy me it.

5. An awesome diary/notebook with different types of ruled and blank pages and stickers and a foldout planner without any dates written on it already. Because my year will be November – November. Handmade is cool, too. Though the only people I know who could possibly hand make this will probably never really read this anyway :)

6. Socks.

7. Home pajamas. I put this stuff on my list every year. Its safe to say I’ll be happy to receive these at any point in life.

I would ask for cool magnets but magnets have a magnetic effect on my nephew and I want to avoid shouting matches with a baby. Because he’ll win them and I’ll lose my magnets. Every. Single. Time.

That’s all, Zonk.
I can’t think of anything else I need that isn’t mundane or too expensive. Please let me know if you need me to strike anything off my list for you.

Also, remember, you don’t need to stick to the list.

Love always,

An Ordinary List Of Extraordinary Books

Dear Zonk,

I am a Reader.
I spent most of my school years sitting at my desk with my nose stuck in a book. I did not make many friends. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t feel the need to. Recess time was spent eating really fast so I could take a new book out of the library.
I took a new book out almost every day.

I’m older now, and I have friends. Lots of them. I also have a job that takes up most of my time, nephews who need my attention, skills that I neglect and side projects that I struggle to keep afloat. I have a lot more to deal with and a lot less time. But I still read quite a bit. And over the past 23 years or so, (assuming I’ve been reading proper sentences since age 4 – I could be wrong,) I’ve found books that have made me laugh and books that have made me cry and books that have made me learn to make music and books that have made me stop dead in my tracks and feel smaller than ever or larger than life or terrified or mortal or tired or thankful. Or intensely, unbearably human.

For months now I’ve been thinking that I should make a list of books that have moved me. So I finally got down to it. Here goes.

An Ordinary List Of Extraordinary Books 

  • The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. You already know this one of course. It’s a lovely, lovely coming of age book about growing up and coming to terms with things and just simply getting better at being. Also, I love the protagonist: I love how he is so wise and so naive all at once. I borrow things from Charlie all the time. Like when I sign off my posts here with ‘Love always’.
    You should read it if
    you haven’t read it already. Because really, everybody should.
  • Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood. Because Margaret Atwood is an extraordinarily gifted writer and very few people can make such magic with words. Because there is something about a story when you meet the protagonist’s past and present selves all at once that makes it more intriguing. Because it will give you goosebumps when you’re done. And because girls like Cordelia are real, the scars they leave behind are real. 
    Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life sized.”

    You should read it if you’re in the mood for something that digs deep into the psyche of a character. Or if you’re in the mood for words that read like music. This is a book that needs some commitment though. It’s not a light read as such.
  • We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. Lionel Shriver should be a shrink. Nobody dissects people’s heads like she does. This book is a series of letters that Eva Katchadourian writes to her husband after their 15 year old son walks into school one day and murders 11 people. Kevin is slow to pick up but when it does pick up, Fuck! It’s unputdownable. It’s horrifying and panic inducing and it will fill you with despair. And you will still go on reading it because this is clearly not your average book at all. It feels like one of those that you come across only a few times in life.
    You should read it if 
    you’re in the mood to dig deep into a character’s psyche and if you’re interested in psychology. Kevin is not an easy read either. The pace only picks up towards the end but stick with it. It’s the most intense reading experience I’ve every had.
  • The Good Luck Of Right Now by Matthew Quick. A man with Aspergers (I think) loses his mother who has been taking care of him all his life. After the incident, he starts writing letters to Richard Gere, meets a strange assortment of bruised and broken people, uncovers secrets from own past and slowly grows and finds ways to cope with life. This book is beautiful and uplifting and heartbreaking. And it’s a very fast read.
    You should read it if 
    you’re in the mood for a quiet, simple book that does wonderful things for your soul.
  • All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten by Robert Fulghum. This is a collection of essays and anecdotes about all the wonderful little things in life. It’s simple and it’s lovely and if you don’t like it, you have a heart made out of stone.
    You should read it if
    you’re feeling down about things and need some cheer. Or if you’ve spent too long doing something joyless or complicated.
  • The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. Theo Decker survives a terrible accident that kills his mother. The boy makes his way through life passing from guardian to guardian, sustaining much damage along the way. A little painting travels with him all along, pulling him deeper and deeper into the art underworld. The Goldfinch is about loss and beauty and obsession and fate. And it is also a constant reminder of how things are seldom black and white and that humans, for the larger part, wade though large swathes of grey.
    You should read it if
    you want a good long page turner of a book.

That’s the list, for now. Maybe I’ll add to it later.

Good bye, Zonk.
Love always,

The Do-List: Part I

Dear Zonk,
If you’ve been here long enough, you know that I make a Wishlist every year, when October starts to wane. It’s kind of like a Thing.

Well, October’s beginning to wane now. I can see November start to rise up over the horizon. I’m picturing it in my head and I’m thinking that November must be hard and small and silvery white. Sort of like the moon, but more silver. And maybe a little bit blue.

But I digress. There’s no reason to waste time imagining November pretending to be a planet. Point is, October’s ending, and I’ll need to make my Birthday List soon. Which is usually something that excites me to no end. This year though, we have a problem.

You see, Zonk, I can’t think of too many things I want right now that can be bought in a store. It’s not that I’m not as materialistic as I used to be – I totally am. It’s just that at some point over the last year, some critical centre of gravity seems to have shifted from a point just outside of my skin to a point just inside. So if you gave me new Calvin & Hobbes pajamas on the 5th of November, I’d definitely be happy. I’d be ecstatic, even. But it would end there.

Because deep down, I’m beginning to believe that I can no longer count on external objects to make my birthday feel amazing.

And it’s really important to me to have a birthday that feels amazing.

And so, I’ve done some digging around in my head, and I think I’ve got us some answers.

This year, in order to bring back the Birthday cheer, I need accomplishments instead of acquisitions. So instead of making a Wishlist (yet), I’m making a Do-List, or a list of things to do before I turn 27. And I’m going to stick it to the top of this blog and check things off as and when I do them. And I’d make the list here right now, but I won’t. Because it’s 12:24 and I’m fucking sleepy and I have an early day tomorrow.

Goodnight, Zonk.

Love always,

Update: The House Project

Dear Zonk,
I finally put up the prints I bought from Cupick today. My walls are filled up now. In my living room and bedroom both. Some people think I may have overdone it, but I think it’s fine. Two rooms down and one to go. And then the floors. And then I’m done.

Also, here’s some notes post phase II of the House Project:

  • Neither of the two rooms I just labelled done are actually done. Everything is always a work in progress.
  • My bedroom is more done than my living room now.
  • My bedroom is more cosy.
  • My bed corner is my favourite place in the world.

That’s all for now. Someday I shall return. With pictures, no less! For now, goodbye.

Love always,

Almost stars

Dear Zonk,

I like the Eastern Freeway. I took it twice today – once around twilight, and once late at night. It’s peaceful and it’s empty and it looks out over a thousand lights. Most of them are yellow or white,  some of them are green. All of them twinkle if they’re far enough away.

They feel almost like stars.

This city’s a lot prettier when you take away the details.
Oh well.