Thanks

Won't you be all the more pleased getting that more personal invitation from someone when it's really not that necessary at all? Whether I got that invitation or not, I already made up my mind to make myself present (the thank you still stays though). Tonight will be the first time I'll be attending the program since I moved out.

Vespers.

Having not attended for the many previous vespers, does gradually build a sort of guilty feeling, now that I'm just about a stone's throw away from the meeting place. No more excuses 'cause that word has now somewhat become illegal. Oh well, I'm no angel here. Anyway, there are a few firsts that happened this week. One of it - attending midweek vespers prayers for the first time. I'm not sure whether I did it out of duty, motive, guilt, or that I was simply moved by some divine force.

Firsts - they can be either pleasant, ordinary (almost), or disastrous. I've had a share of all three this week.

Now.. what clothes to dress myself in? This shouldn't give me a headache. Neat and clean.. I'll try focusing on that instead.

Camera. That's the one thing I'll be mentioning now and then. Quite frankly, I feel slightly crippled without a decent one. Now, now.. I won't go on ranting and raving about it. Today's post was supposed to be short. But now.. it's not. ish~

Tra la la la la.. let the sound of music entertain me this evening for it's not called, "A Musical Rendezvous of Praise" for nothing.

Sing to me you little symbols of music.

A warm Sabbath greeting goes to all and anyone who feels it too. :)

-i'll "title" you later-

Dang. Now, I have to deal with you. Can't you just stay put to where you belong?

I had a gracious graceful fall on my way down the hanging bridge earlier. After quickly getting myself recomposed, I tried playing it cool. Then I started thinking, "Nah, I think it didn't look too bad" and all that kind of nonsense to psyche myself into believing that no one noticed or that I was being all Matrix and all (you know.. the cool way). But haha.. of course you got some attention. That white 4WD pick-up truck was in the perfect position right at that moment and the whoever-s that were in it got to see the solo performer in action. Plus, I do recall another civilian in a red T (or was it actually blue???) at one of the shopping blocks which was focused on what seems to be, me.

Get real. If I had another me, and I saw the me that I'm blogging about, I would definitely go, "Oooh.. she slipped, alright."

I can start 1) using the mildly profane word damn repeatedly or 2) throwing blame on a few things: the rain, the exhausted rubber soles of my slippers, my walking pace, etc for the fate that crossed my path.

The only thing that brings my face upwards as a sign of thank you is.. I didn't land on my butt. Had that happened, my ego would have been terribly bruised.

So there you go.. a story to be well remembered for the eyes which have read.

bring it on!

Whoa.. I definitely didn't see that coming. So the story goes.. the outer layer has finally become transparent.

Whipee!! Today's entry is my 99th post!! Say duh if you want. Still got a long way to go before another 9 takes its position on the right. Randomly thinkin' of a lil' celebration of my own when the day comes. Hmm.. a rich chocolate cake would do with, perhaps, the mathematical subtraction of 1000 - 1 as part of the deco on the face of that cake. hehe

Now, bringing in the chorus part:

"Rejoice.. rejoice.. and again I say rejoice"

Okay, obviously today's beat of the day is a little notched up. Gosh, I need to be feeling this way a little more often for sanity's sake.

Here's to a tweak of delight that I'd like to throw in. Get soaked y'all!

Simply Kebodohan.

Bet you, the other, wouldn't dare talk to my face. So I.. did the honor. Did you catch my words? Or was I too soft that you couldn't hear me?

The sight of notebooks and workbooks, on the table vertically laid across mine, are overwhelmingly phenomenal. There's this invisible puppy tail bearing the word "procrastinator", that is wagging happily where time is, unfortunately, not of the essence. It's growing (or pretty much sits the same) and shows no imminent signs of diminishing. Shame on you would be the best remark for that.

I'm far from being a model example here. I.. can get sued for this. It's the students chance to pounce on me if they want to. Or.. that's if they're smart enough to notice.

Underlying message here: Procrastination is definitely a sin if NOW is possible.

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That's what you get when you get too easy with yourself.

You're not too far away, 2010.

Do me a favor.. A little earlier, perhaps?

About a moment ago, a piece of Saturday popped up in my head.

Nothing much to it. Just felt like putting it up here just in case the memory fails at some later point. It was a "pinky promise" that I made with someone.

Sounds all childish and all for someone in her twenties to do. But you know what? Heck with that.. I'm keeping my promise 'cause it isn't hard to do at all.. will be a sweet pleasure to fulfill. ;)

whoosh!!

Heading back, right after this, to get my stuffs.

Don't forget those heels, lady. ;)

off and away!!

For most of the day tomorrow and for the whole day of Saturday (and perhaps more than a little of Sunday), I'll be away from campus. I'm gonna have a taste of what it feels like to be with my beloved students a little further away from the usual, everyday, meeting ground, which is simply referred to as, the school.

Taking a ride in a rented 7-seater MPV (yeah baby!) down the northeastern side of this island - Sandakan. The rest are either hopping on board in one of the personal transports or the rented minibuses. It's all about school promotion. As for me, it's more about the possiblity of getting my hands on the steering. hehe. Don't believe that.

My agenda tonight: Packing time!

Just a night's stay, then most prolly we'll be on the road the whole night till the wee early hours of the following day. Oh well, I'm not an old lady just yet. Still got that youthful energy running in me. So, gotta use it before it totally gets drained out by the years that'll come to pass.

Now, where did I put my "P" sticker?

Everything but good.

After all the typical that.. I just want to say.. thank you. Thanks for sheltering the flames of this candle.

1.32 p.m. And I.. start typing this.

Why is it that I feel far from being a winner today? Not a winner as in, "Hey, I beat you today!" but as in, "Way to go! You're still doing fine."

This is scrolling down my mind: You're everything.. but good.

Ouch. Not the best piece of words to feed the mind.

sigh. This isn't the way to live my day. I'm just half way through and I still have another half to go. Ever felt as if there's this huge ugly bag of emotions lying at the floor that you wish could disappear from sight? Feeling that now. I don't want to lie and say, "I'm fine" and pretend that it's all sunny out there (truth is, it really is sunny outside now). But, neither do I want to let that bag just sit there and be the nuclear power to the entire fiber of my being.

I'm kicking you out, you useless thing! You are (the one that is) everything but good.

Either I'm being all weighed down by emotions or... I'm just hungry.

Play them for me.. again and again.

More of those guts now, isn't it? The filler when the one isn't around. You.. confront me verbally. Else, it'll be the other way round. Now, where's my guts?

I heard it again early this morning - a low, deep sound.. almost like a mumble. I imagined it as an echo in a distance - the only difference was, the sound kept moving. Flowing.. like a stream quietly making its way through the forest ground. It.. the sound.. was of a bow, caressing the strings of that elegantly framed body - the cello.

My.. the sound is beautiful.

Just be...Italian.

1..2..3.. Ha. Now what? You, the other, playing along now?

Things..just happen sometimes. But, since there's more of the better ones that fell in line today, I'll not let that one particular thing wreck my entire day. Just be..Italian. If that strikes a chord or makes any sense, I'll give you a wink. If being Italian isn't a sharp, or a flat, or even a natural..then.."Houston, we've got a problem".



Heheh. You cute little paint bubble (if that's what you are), why you sweating and smiling at the same time? Anyway, I think I like you.

On Fire

At the end of the day, I saw the other instead. Almost all the time. Why?

When you're hooked to something, it spells either one: good or bad. Could you possibly be in the middle of the two? I've got myself hooked to something. Not to some fish from the river bank. But this: "Hell's Kitchen".

Man, it is one hell of a kitchen. The stove, the spirit, the talent (or vices), the competition..everything in there is on fire. Even the spit that comes flying out of the mouth. Yikes!

I'm catching up on one of the seasons from YouTube. Here's one strong piece of advice: No watching if underaged, or those who cannot tolerate the use of the "F" word and the like, or what I'd call, verbal abuse that degenerates the cells of the organ that beats and thinks.

Everything's mad in there. Dang. But I'm hooked. So that's that. It's the very reason why I'm still stuck to where I am. But also, I think it's wise to go now. Get myself off the hook. The clock's ticking.

Ta for now! Give yourselves a break and pull off a decent weekend for yourselves. That, what I just typed in, speaks to me and you.

A Countdown In Mid July

Did I see you today? In a position half knelt in midair? Tell me it was. Because if it was a mirage of you, I'd like to whisper... It seemed so real.

Hoorah!! Friday's near and that's what my countdown's all about. No, it's not that there's any big special event anywhere near the corner. I'm not even thinking of rushing time. It's just this... the sound of Friday sounds like notes played brilliantly in the major keys. Waaa!! Suddenly there's this burst of j o y inside me. It's swelling like a red ripe tomato.

The little mouths that never cease to stop talking earlier, now, doesn't really matter anymore. I've decided, I'm not going to hold a grudge. I'm to lose. Not them.

Right now, I'm going to make way for this three-letter-word. Find it. It's easy to spot.

Go now, you bubbly little letters - of a vowel and the consonants to escort. You make the perfect trio.

Go... be free! Paint this floor of mine... red.

Tic Tac Toe

Come. Let's play a game of the Triple T. If I lose, I will walk today's road without a single word of complaint. I will not even let the word land a toe at the portal of my mind. If I win, allow me to unleash what's hidden beneath the skin. I'll let out a holler even if I were smaller than everyone else. I'll be a magnet, so all the energy floating around me bows to the one standing, that all my demands and commands, may bring to life those wants and wishes. All this talk may sound oh so selfish. A child may put it, "You bossy boots!" And adding to that, I'll put, "You puss-in-boots!" Hanging on the white bare wall, a self-centered me is portrayed. But let me lay this out - I want to listen to me speaking. Not the inner me or the inner voice as some might say because today, I believe it is only the me, that you see, that is letting these words tumble out.

I want this, I say. I want that, I know.

After gaining them all, will my jug be full? Or will I still feel so empty after such a long walk?

You, who's typing this... It's just a game of tic tac toe.
Nothing more.


Bringing in the ads!

Ah! You! Prepare to taste defeat! Meow-aha!

I come from Venus

Actually, I come from my mother's womb la... and God allowed me to breath air.

Nausea. Light-headed. Pain.

I'm not at my peak level of energy. It's a lady's time of the month and today I decided to blog about it. Can I just rest today? Or since I'm already at school can I take off, like now? Right now?

Being a girl/woman is so troublesome sometimes. Maybe most of the times compared to boys/men. So, what now? Blame it on Eve?

"Menstrual cycle"

For the boys and men out there who wish they were the opposite gender... WHY??? You can save yourselves from the quoted words above. Plus, don't steal a lady's elegance away by turning yourselves into one. Be the gents.

I don't even want to start with the girls or women. Just this... "Be straight."

Camping... but I prefer being behind concrete walls.

So we cross paths today. I think we're both wired to the same wave. We lower our heads. Tra ta ta... they're not here. She knows, and the other she - me - knows it too.

I have an hour plus more before leaving the campus.
Estimated time of departure: 1.30 p.m.

I'll be at one with the students once again, outside of school premises, at this Annual Educational Camp '09 at Dantai. Traveling time shouldn't take more than an hour from here. My level of preparation is just about right. Just need to stuff in the minors into my 'fake branded duffel bag' (which I bought from Thailand... you know) and I'll be as ready as a sprinter on the tracks.

I wish I had a well-functioning camera to capture those digital moments. It's too disappointing to share you the tale of my digi cam. I'll just leave it to rest on the piano. Oh well, never mind none now, but when I finally get my hands on one to call my own, I'll snap 10k worth of pictures within a month. Baru tau! [Roughly English-ized as, "Then you'll know!"]

Now, I must not forget one important item - TISSUE ROLLs. At least one.

I can live without one given harsh circumstances, I believe. But right now, since I'm living a circumstance that is otherwise, I'd really like to say, "I.Just.Can't.Live.Without.One" And... I don't have to be a city-type of person to say so.

Let's mighty see how it goes after the weekend spells o-v-e-r.

What will be, will be...

A fairy of yesterday's sunlight, came to me and told me about this voice she heard. It went:

You gave me an extra hand.
Unexpected I must say.
But I refused the gesture.
Instead, I told you to go.
Now, I regret for telling you so.


Yesterday was sweet. The evening was pretty even though it rained til late evening. Company of friends, that's what. Or more so, the company of a cousin and a friend who'll be away from homeland once again. Talked of the now-s, the before-s, and perhaps learned a little more of the word "familiarity". Old recollections, new happenings, future expectations. Do they make sense at all? It does for me. After all, I'm telling this story to myself.

If you can somehow piece together the inner layer of these letters or the words between the lines, I'll say to myself, I'm fine with that. Today's a different day. Maybe not much different from the day before. But... still... it's different. You may have breathed a little slower or a little faster from yesterday. That... only you can tell.

What's in for tomorrow? Toasted bread? Milky tea? A teaspoon of sugar? None of the three are meant to be connected to each other. Neither do any of them hold any symbolical meaning. They're words. Something that exists but not necessarily of any significance.

The hands of the clock will continue to make its faithful rotations until... a new dawn unveils itself.

Beauty reveals itself to the beholder to admire.

That Ideal Cooking Space & The Touch To Match It

I'm hungry. The time is about way too right that my tummy feels this way.

Food. Kitchen. Both the words are teasing away in my mind.

Home Decoration

Kitchen Faucets Magazine

KL Kitchen Studio

I like all three designs. They're all definitely better than the kitchen I have. I'm imagining all those cabinets filled with all the raw ingredients etc to create, invent and experiment with new dishes/recipes. Oh, and don't forget the fridge - important place of food storage!! :D

If I were to rate my cooking skills at present, with 10 being the best (and I'm sure you know how the rating works), I'd give myself the number 4. Waaaa!! @ Aaahh!! In Chinese, when said in the correct tone (I'm referring to the number by the way), would mean 'die'!! No. I don't want to be a "cook" who is failing instead of improving in her cooking skills. Gimme a generous amount of time. Given that (plus interest), these hands of mine will function better in one of the most important parts of a house ('apartment', in my case) - the kitchen.

How can the brother be better than the sister?!? Cannot be.

Well, the best cooks as I see it on TV, are men. See for yourselves. The women are out-numbered. Whichever it is, right or wrong...I'm gonna stop the 'debate' that I started.

I'm hungry. I shall listen to some music while I'm eating later. That'll only happen in approximately an hour's time if I make my way home right now and start slicing and stirring and all that right away.

Laptop, you're coming home with me today. Let's get those tunes rolling...yays-ness!!!

Muah!!