I did this a while ago. It seems appropriate to recycle it now after watching An Inconvenient Truth which is a presentation on global warming by Mr Al Gore. Although our existing world population stands at 6.5 billion and which makes me only to be an insignificant fraction of it, I love to think that a lot can still be done on my part. So with a decent amount of hope and optimism, let's spread the word and some love. In the words of Mr Al Gore, let's do the right thing now.
I fell into the world of 2 rich men, 1 poor woman and 1 rich woman. I thought I never get to see the light at the end of the tunnel or the silver lining behind the cloud. With a huge sigh of relief, I'm almost out of there. Soon. Very soon. My ordeal will be over. Knock me out, my dear friends. If I ever speak of going in there once more. Days of freedom have never tasted so sweet before.
miss pea in a lousy playground...no wonder she is having a lousy time recently. hope she can come out and play soon.
The above was taken back in July where lamp post no. 189 is situated along an endless stretch of road. Somehow, it sums up all thoughts and feelings for the past week and perhaps even the week ahead too. I'm looking forward to the latter especially after being stuck in the rut for so long.
A veteran A & E doctor in a drama serial that I'm watching these days once mentioned that he did not enter the profession with noble thoughts of wanting to save lives. All he wants is to provide hope for the patients and their loved ones. What a wise scriptwriter there must be behind the serial. Indeed, hope gives us the courage to move on and keeps us looking forward to better days ahead.
Erm. I think I'm the only one who misses watching Miss Match and its opening sequence on cable. What happened to whiny Kate and lovable Michael?
Things are moving terribly slowly but at the vey least, they are moving. I'm getting used to having a workspace within a jump out of the bed. If I do believe in Lousyboy's fengshui talk, I'm at a very good spot typing all this out now. There is not much to boast about the side view of a library. All I see are rows and columns of white rectangular panels. Depending on the time of the day, the space does get a bit too windy/hot/bright for my liking. But all this aside, I love the current arrangement. I'm a happy girl. Yea!
All she wishes for is to have her cup of tea.
I wanted to write more about Harriet and her cup of tea but the only thing I'm capable of doing now is to stare at the screen. I wanted to write more about staring at the screen but the only thing I can do now is to stare at it even more.
Good night, everybody. I think I will fare better in my sleep.
I am so incapable of piecing a longer entry more than a paragraph for the longest time ever. The brain is constipated and thoughts are fleeting. The condition is deteriorating. It is a struggle even with sentences now. How lovely.
Total number of words: 1040
Life has been good. Catching up on time lost after the unforgettable asylum stint. Channel surfing. Voyuering. Eating. Bracing. Day-dreaming. Shopping. Sightseeing. Sleeping. Wasting time. Unbelievable.
It was an unforgettable project. A bout of illness. Strange security uncles. Wicked contractor uncles. Timid Indian chief. Lying salesmen. All of which made a lousy combination together. Our presence of any sort was negligible other than moments when "famous artists" introductions became a convenient means to boost the wow factor. Elevated status from being animals in the zoo to famous artists. I felt like Cinderella except that my pair of slippers was never made of glass. If not for Miss Eng, Mr Lau and Lousyboy, I could have been more miserable. Thank you guys. I am so glad you were there for me.
The lovely emac is sold. Together with a heavy heart and lousyboy's trusty g4, little miss p is slowly getting acquainted to the newly acquired fp93v. The latter is still wrapped in her plastics waiting for the day when the dream studio/office space materialises so that she can proudly flash her pearly white in full glory. Hopefully, she won't turn cream before that happens. The cranky but lovable 7610 has also been replaced by a hot pink v3x. Despite all this, little miss p can't help but feel sentimental about the departure of both of them. Because of them, she learns to take her first step out and into the world of gadgety itties comfortably. Bye bye emac. Bye bye nokie. Little miss p will miss you much. :(
PS: The theme for illustration friday this week is rain. How timely. 23/6
These bunnies were made for Easter a while ago. Many thanks to Lousyboy, Mrs Yuen and a few more who helped me drink up all the yummylicious organic brown rice soya milk before I can work on the cartons. Thank you for your unwavering support. :)
Do you have any children?
But I don't have a prince.
Why don't you go find one tomorrow?
Hmm, where do I go to find my prince?
Disneyland!
My heart melted when she said that.
Lousyboy certainly lives up to his name. He thought he just turns 34 on his birthday when he is only 33. He had me confused for a while and no matter how I kept counting back and forward, I could not find that missing year. Is my Mathematics that bad or the memory not serving me well? I know the awful feeling of being greeted with well wishes gone wrong especially when it is meant to be from a truly loved one. So I did a triple check before sending my greetings out. Yes boy, you still belong to Category Y1.
This is one of those days when I really feel like throwing in the towel and admit my defeat.
I want to talk about the irresponsible fellow who did not keep to his words and made me feel like an idiot for helping him. Can I shout to the whole world and proclaim that it really does not pay to be kind?
If ever there comes a day when an unknown sum of money suddenly appears in your bank account due to someone's carelessness, please report to the relevant authorities. Do not even entertain the idea of keeping mum or keeping the money. If it does not belong to you, IT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. Even if the law sides with you, you ought to be honest. Even if it is the careless one at fault and he deserves no sympathy for such a ridiculous mistake, you ought to be honest still. There are no grounds for you to be greedy and harbour any dishonorable thoughts about such gains. Finders should not be keepers. Period.
Ok. I confess. Bad habits cling to me like a teary lover unable to let go. Telling her about "it's not you, it's me" did not make her think any better of herself. Neither did it lessen the guilt I feel towards her. With every tear she sheds, the sentimental part of me creeps in. Worst of all, it happens not because of love in the first place but because sentiment grows when you place her long enough in your life. It definitely was not a waltz through this 2 months. I took a stumble here and there. And here are times when I managed to get her off my back. Phew.
And one for the millionairess. How about flying me to Paris to buy some rose-scented toilet paper for my Swettenham home?
