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.