What a Sunday.

Like some (or perhaps most) of my Sunday's, today was quite unproductive. Little was accomplished, and I hate the fact that I overslept. Sleeping late is never a good option because you either end up waking up early and losing the needed amount of rest, or sleeping way into the morning like what I did. Waking up somewhere within the time frame of 8 in the morning is already bad enough (plus stealing more sleep later after midday - blame it on the heat of the weather). Feeling like such a pig that weighs half a tonne. Might as well gotten myself drunk last night (I was just saying... not that I would have).

Waste tart. That just popped into my mind. Not sure whether I came across that combo, or heard of it before, or whether it's a genesis of a new expression that makes sense only to me. I would, very much, like to enter that into the dictionary of idioms and phrases. Apa-pa ja lah. In English, that simply means, 'whatever'.

Anyway...

Want to know the look of the T-shirt I'm wearing now? It's an S size but slightly baggy, of which, I don't mind one bit. These days, the baggy T's among girls are being mostly replaced with those tight-fitting T's or tops. Oh well... look who's talking.

The revelation...

If you managed to read the words, know that I'd want to have your eye sights. If not, I've got a close-up.

Hmm... not that I want to be that critical, but I think an apostrophe should be placed somewhere. Anyway, I'm loving the design, and 'course, the significance in meaning of the printed words. Ha. So much for the mood that I'm caught up in at the moment.

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The ground's wet outside from the downpour many minutes ago. But here, inside, of this body, I'm feeling so dry.

The image I might consider putting up as my profile picture in my FB. If it looks gross, well try not eating for a week. See if that opinion still stays after that.

What flavor would you like to describe your day?

Haih... kasi sweet + sour fish la. Malas mau pikir.
[*Sigh*... make it sweet + sour fish. Lazy to think.]

My Today... Plus What Awaits Ahead.

Too much of the other. Only twice for the one.

It feels good to be surrounded by shelves of books. And, it also feels bad to not have enough cash in your wallet to pay for the books you actually want to buy. So, the limited cash scene gives you no other choice but to simply choose - get it or leave it.

SIGH ~

I had to choose, and so I did. Grrrr...

The place I'm talking about here is the floating bookshop. She... is one grand looking ship docked on the seawater of the city area.

I got the chance to walk on the deck of that ship once again today. The first of September marked my first visit on board for this year (and after quite awhile since I last had the chance).

Pictures from the first visit.

A view of her at a distance.

Left.. right.. left. The pattern continues.


Getting closer to the destination point.

"There she goes..."


Satisfied customers. How can they not be? Or I for that matter? I mean, the books/items are lower in price compared to the ones sold off in the bookstores. I'm loving the conversion part from Units to Malaysian Ringgit. Takes awhile to get used to it. The easiest way to do the calculation of your items in hand is to simply refer to the table conversion provided at the sides of the shelves. Make use of the convenience intended for the customers on board.

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Could there be a third after the second? Perhaps. I'd love to. My business there is not quite done yet.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

As of now, I'd better start getting ready. Going to Kota Marudu (approx. a 2 hours' drive from where I am). I'm a fan of the school choir + orchestra now. I know I can hear better musical groups other than this. I have, of course. But, I guess, let me be more attached to one where the heart is closer to first.

I bid you a brief good-bye.. for tomorrow.. somewhere during the second half of the day.. I will be back.

My 1st Thursday of the 9th Month

"Oh shoot!" And then... to my surprise.

I'll be singing along to the lyrics of "The Holy City" not too long from now. If I could play the piece with superb performance - no shaky fingers, accelerated heart beat, and no slips here or there, I'd rather be at the piano. Yes... my unsteady love affair with the piano. Ha.

Literature. Can it get any more interesting than being just so plain? Heck. Will deal with this later. Much later.

Brushing all that aside, now. Here are some pictures, which are not too recent but not too ancient either. Enjoy, if you may, the snippets of each image.

When there's a meeting you're expected to be present at, and you're lazy to walk home, but not too lazy to walk to the canteen (which has a further distance), you get other people to get your food cooked for you. For instance, cooking your lunch. And so, this is what I did - I ordered myself this dish, above.

This is one of the puppies who became the new family pet. It is of a mongrel blood - pretty normal case in the kampung. I named it, Loofah.


This is the other puppy - the best image I got of it (or decided to keep). It's got darker fur as you can see. It goes proud by the name of Fungus. Oh well, doesn't matter whatever I named 'em puppies... my parents don't approve.


This is the piano which I finally resolved to polish. And I did, because I couldn't take in anymore of the nagging from the parents. They're happy with the look of it now (ya la.. and it cost me an hour plus of my time after the many years neglected). My left hand playing on the polished surface. Notice that I don't have the best looking skin. I rarely apply lotion.

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I think I would have added another two pictures. But, I decided, it's too embarrassing.


Later, now.. gotta go!

Mere minutes to midnight

I heard it even if I didn't need to... could it be?

Such a long discussion... serious at one moment, high at the other, sleepy a little later.

Now...

wake me up...

when September ends.

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.