Sweep Me Off The Floor ~

I should have. But anyway, I got my turn. Tell the other to stay aside. Hmm... I'm guessing you won't even if you could.

Don't you just love Fridays? I do. Maybe not all the time, but at least this time, I'm loving today despite what happened earlier.

Vegetarian meat. Mom wants me to get that plus a few other stuffs (just got a call from her). I'll have to keep that in mind. It's been awhile since I've been home with my folks. This will be good having dinner with them tonight, and breakfast with them tomorrow - on a Sabbath.

I'm guessing, I'll be all rejuvenated and will be looking forward to the start of the new week after Saturday's over. I won't mind having to show myself at work during the week long mid-semester break. I've got what I wanted.. a taste of home.

Who's to Blame?

Some days, you learn a lot. Other days, things just seem pretty idle. Today, I, became a student.

There was something about today, at one particular point, that gave me an impression that people were pointing fingers at others. At first, the voices came forward as suggestions, subtle in appearance. Later, and gradually, I noticed tension building up, where you could feel some kind of tightness in the atmosphere leading to this: I got caught in the vibe as well. Who would have known that today would be the day someone was going to speak up? I did, so did everyone else... but time created the gap. Now, the kind of voice I'm talking of, was the one that got others to start nodding their heads in anticipation. Well, it's about time someone put a foot down. It will remain buried, silent, until and unless that voice is projected.
S p e a k... that's the word.

Input from others will only come useful when thought and application, or change, is implemented. And, unless that is done, everything will be virtually vain, if not completely. Where is the action, people?

Speaking of action, we've all got our shortcomings. We weren't born perfect, else if we were, the world wouldn't go and grow so wrong as it is today. I wouldn't be completely wrong to say that we should face our personal mirror from time to time. I'm not attempting to play god here. It's simply my turn to get that voice projected, but differently. Obviously.

A lesson of the past that is strikingly clear right now goes, "When you point at others, remember, three fingers are pointing back at you." And, slipping in a slight modification to that, I'm putting it, "Point a finger at someone. An opposing three, points straight back at you with one being the neutral base - your thumb. That thumb is for you to think whether that solo finger can defend itself against the trio. If not, then there is definitely a flaw in you that you must first fix."

The conclusion of it all, was the most interesting part of all: "Put God to the test." How can I not agree, when He is, after all, the Creator - the engineer who understands the manner in which all things work.

We rely too much on our own strength and intellect. Secular influence has a lot to do with it. We struggle, and struggle yet even more, that instead of coming up to the surface, we are sinking further down by the gravity of a self-centered image. Our desires to come a step closer to perfection armored with the illusion of knowledge, becomes the Tower of Babylon that separates us from our Heavenly Father. [Knowledge (of good + evil)... wasn't that the offer that caused the downfall of the entire human race?] We fail to come to Him first, and sadly enough, almost most of the time. How could we forget?

The beauty about life is there's room for learning and growing every day when you choose to accept the two. When that doesn't work for you, it works for many others - most of the time, unconsciously.

If everything else seems ugly in life, try think about that. It's our daily gift from above.

This Damp Air

We're talking potential...but where is it?? Why?? Don't let it go to waste. Please.
I caught you. Doesn't it cross your mind at all??

One thing about rainy weather is, I actually do find it quite relaxing especially when daylight's gone. The setting I'm thinking of is at my apartment. I don't have a fan, let alone air con, so the after-rain episodes are the ones I'm looking forward to. It'll be complete if there were these furnishing items present: a decent-looking floor lamp standing at one corner of the wall - that being my choice of lighting, a comfy set of sofa which allows one to lie and stretch to the limits, curtains or drapes which falls all the way down just about a couple inches above the floor surface, and a carpet laid out across the floor with just about the right length, width, or diameter. To complete that, a warm glass of chocolate drink - make that either Hershey's or Cadbury's (inspired by the good ol' college days), and a good book for reading digestion. Aaaahh...

Oh well... let the imagination glide through.

I felt the urge to snap some shots in the much later part of the afternoon. As soon as I stepped out, I came in contact with the chill and dampness of the air. Here are the images that I spared using my hp. I told you, my camera is "resting".


This is the door that becomes my enter and exit routine almost every day of the week.


I'm not color blind. My mood was for the shades of a single color for this particular angle. Let's just say, the sun was shy at this time anyway.


There you go... the grey sky forming a backdrop to the flags that are suspended to the ropes attached to these poles.

By the way, if you're Malaysian and a Sabahan, do you know the lyrics to the National and State Anthem?

*yawn*

This damp air... will make me sleep with ease throughout the night.
And that, is good.

Scrap off that outer layer, dear.

You've turned one year old in my hands, Lady Morgan, and too bad, that on this day, you still had to fall because of me.Oops.

I've noticed that lately, I'm becoming a little more sharp with my words as a t - - ch - r. Definitely not the kind of tone that st - d - nts would be keen on tuning in to. But you know what? Being all nice and holding myself from firing up that tone of voice in the cl - ssr - - m setting, just doesn't seem to work. I tried doing that for a full two months and unfortunately, the last strand of patience have gone up in flames. The only meaningful sense that I can come up with for my failure is, I started off at the wrong pace when I got myself into this pr - f - ss - - n. Consistency was lacking. Therefore, them to take me seriously, was unlikely to happen even in the form of imagination.

Here's the thing - I respect my st - d - nts, and I don't need to fake that one bit because I mean it, but also... if they start swelling up their heads, acting up as if I'll never take any serious action, then... sorry to say, they thought me wrong. They'll have to deal with a little extra special treat from me. Now, sprinkle that with a little sarcasm.

I've decided to lighten up only when I can start trusting them enough to behave and act like what they came to sch - - l for...

b e i n g

a

s t u d e n t.

Me, on a Sunday morning of yesterday.


The clutter is meant for a compliment.

And I say, amen, to that.

Curve Me a Smile :)

The tone of that news made me boiling inside. NO. Not again. After all that, I know.. I don't want to let it go.. not yet. By the way, can I say, "Never"??

I'm going grocery shopping not too long from now. And, a big Y A Y to that!! I bet if I had RM500 cash with me right now, I can burn that all up later. Ok then, let me lower it by half. Or still, another half from that. I'm telling you, whenever I pass by those shelves at the supermarket (I'm talking of those big supermarkets fat with a variety of this and that), I am wishing every second deep inside, that I could buy every bottle of spice/herb, or every packet of this and that, etc... Haih, for stock ma.

Call me a spender who plays it big (too bad I'm far from earning big) and I'll say, yes. 'Cause you know what? It's just numbers playing in my head.

"Daydreamer spender". Does that make any sense?

Never mind.

May You Stay ~

Thank God.. and.. it doesn't really matter.
So.. once more. Why'd I have to be first?
A brief battle of gazes.. I think, I do.
What a surprise.. a request? Or am I wrong?

Last night, just before 10 p.m., I found myself on the passenger seat next to the driver's. This was an unexpected call and I had not fully anticipated it until I got that invitation... "Come". I jumped at the offer and quickly returned to my apartment to get changed (I was at the school by the way).

My... the airport at Terminal 1 has a much fresher look since I last saw it and changes are still under progress. I've been going to AirAsia's airport way many more times than this one. That explains why I was a bit sakai to see this transformation.

Within the interiors...

We waited, and waited even more. For the most part of it, I kept on seeing these Koreans approaching those auto sliding doors, who were then in search for other fellow Koreans, waiting for them with papers in hand that were stretched out so that the vital info on it got the needed attention. The sight of them got me thinking, "What gets these people so attracted to Sabah?"

Anyway...

After much patience, the waiting moments finally dissolved. She came in sight and my... we couldn't be happier. :)

Now, she came with bags of course, but... she also came with this.


No, not the boy in white...


But this tall handsome box here. Tadaa!!

Now... guess what it is.

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.