tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63294432012-01-17T17:49:00.915+08:00Sara SugarThe Artistic Scientist.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.comBlogger9381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-42277772955383941162011-10-16T17:03:00.002+08:002011-10-16T17:06:39.383+08:00Been clean for about a month now. That's good. My stomach is a lot more settled and I'm feeling a lot better. Loving work and life.It's an amazing solitary sunday afternoon. with corn. And sunlight. And warmth.God is here, in my semi sleepiness, surprises everywhere. Sometimes I love being alone.He started on my inside and is working his way out. He was there from the start..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-49095296478390897642011-08-25T20:40:00.003+08:002011-08-25T20:51:32.110+08:00The truth is so ugly.I've been so afraid to tell the truth that I won't even admit it to myself. But I need to do it, to write it out so that the words read aloud and I can ask myself if I am delusional or if I am telling the truth.I am bulimic. In politically correct mental health terminology I have a difficult relationship with an eating disorder. I think that I eat too much, then I throw it up.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-3572567515230981272011-07-28T20:33:00.002+08:002011-07-28T20:42:30.491+08:00This is difficult, right here, right now. The being here is difficult.I feel like I'm searching for what I want my life direction to be, going through late adolescence as an adult. And adolescence just plain sucks. It doesn't matter where you are when you finally decide to get through it, it just sucks.Just when I gather a hint of what I want to do, it gets thrown out the window. All these ideas .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-34735543067411300902011-06-23T22:26:00.000+08:002011-06-23T22:39:22.235+08:00Those $3 boots.Went to Myer since their stocktake was on and got a pair of $80 down to $53 and paid $3 since I had a $50 voucher! Huzzah! They look amazing. They are flat knee high lace up black boots with 3 buckles. Oh my oh my.I may only have 2 scarves and 3 good nail polishes, but tonight I feel like I got 10 new outfits just by getting these boots.Ahhhhhhh.... *sighs contentedly*Plus, I made .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-20410933869227979852011-06-14T18:56:00.002+08:002011-06-14T19:06:44.988+08:00Oratio, Meditatio, TentatioPrayer, Meditation, Temptation. So perhaps there are such things as good mistakes, which I am sure Sara Bareilles believes in. Maybe not good mistakes, but not so bad ones. Luther spoke about 3 things that helped him really understand the word of God- Prayer, meditation and yes also temptation. Paul backs him up scripturally on this.It was uncanny to read more of ".:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-14403139148200611042011-06-14T18:54:00.000+08:002011-06-14T18:55:38.590+08:00Sara Bareilles- GravitySomething always brings me back to you.It never takes too long.No matter what I say or doI'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.You hold me without touch.You keep me without chains.I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.[CHORUS:]Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.Here I am and.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-54971363511701827922011-05-03T21:26:00.002+08:002011-05-08T21:43:17.125+08:00I have to be honest.I haven't had an outburst in such a long time. I feel a lot of pain from it.Perhaps it is an area I didn't know existed until today.Perhaps I needed it to be exposed so that I can overcome it and be stronger.But the pain is so strong, and I am so desperate at this moment.If only I could get rid of either this mindset, or this body. If only.WE ARE BUYING A TREADMILL HURRAY!.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-74918885278124282302011-04-26T20:56:00.002+08:002011-04-26T21:05:23.830+08:00The Art Tube.It's been a rather morbid public holiday recently, having been forced to reflect upon the sanctity and value of human life following the untimely passing of a primary school mate. May she rest in peace.After a hoard of questions had passed through my mind, mostly confusing and unanswerable, I found myself on very familiar ground. The question I ask the most and the most often- Why .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-35519375199190281592011-02-13T17:10:00.002+08:002011-02-13T17:18:29.339+08:00The growing pile of "do".Today is just one of those Sundays where I have come home after lunch and done NOTHING. It's 5.10pm and I still have little to no intention to do anything productive. I think the wear of coming home and having responsibilities all the time, moving from waking to working to washing and cooking has been difficult. Although Dennis has been so helpful, I have finally come to .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-68690521104258977462011-02-07T20:28:00.002+08:002011-02-07T20:33:05.075+08:00It could be so much moreAttests the NS man sitting before me.Crudely, he explains the philosophy and technique of "angkat bolah"and then presents the new and improved version.A pair of crossed pinkies to hold a stick, he says."It could be so much more".I just blink at him and try to remember that we are married.We've been blowing bubbles a lot lately.It's been helping me think.And for the first .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-51231732530138251462011-01-05T08:06:00.002+08:002011-01-05T08:27:39.428+08:00Some say it is the family that gets you there in the end. Some say the trick is to "stay for longer".And while those are worthy considerations, i know there is something more than that which is getting me down. I'm pretty sure it is because my spirit isn't sweet anymore. I was so inspired when I read Tristan and Cheryls blog.They have really sweet and grateful spirits. I have lost mine but I need.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-55930566210625180182010-12-03T17:38:00.003+08:002010-12-03T17:51:54.375+08:00The party's overBack to real life on monday. For now, we live in a strange lull between the surreal world of fantasy (villas in phuket and all that) and the mundane work life to come.It really is a nice place to be. I've cooked 3 dishes for our work week to come and planned several more for the weeks to come. Mum and I are planning a grand menu for Christmas luncheon and I will go to her house .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-39442085265491904572010-11-27T19:50:00.004+08:002010-11-27T19:53:04.462+08:00On HoneymoonWe are currently in Phuket on honeymoon. The villa is amazing, the beach is amazing and the shopping is amazing. I love it.I need to stop worrying about the future. Why can't I just enjoy what is now and here, and take whatever course life serves me next with graceful thanks? I should know better, but sometimes I am crazy.Can't wait for Lydia's wedding next month. HEEE.I wish I could .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-36595122968651420572010-10-04T09:59:00.002+08:002010-10-04T10:13:24.705+08:00I am sitting in Macdonalds and I have just had my first hash brown in a long time. It was the same number of calories (153) as my muesli bar, so I decided to eat it instead of my muesli bar. Some time for serious reflection has been much needed. Finally, half an hour of peace.. I must try to settle myself a little more.My parents took me out for a special dinner while Dennis went to lifegroup on .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-80742670693288624742010-09-22T19:54:00.003+08:002010-09-22T20:04:19.983+08:00I ate a cupcakeI ate a red cupcake, and that was the beginning of it all.We had a meeting, and I ate another 10 m&ms, 4 mini chicken biscuits and another 10 chips.I went home feeling bloated, and feeling like the junk food had a terrible effect on my body.My body is really beginning to reject rubbish and large amounts of food.Eating in small amounts has been good for me, and I feel so groggy, .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-46593765906519989252010-09-21T17:05:00.000+08:002010-09-21T17:18:50.496+08:00Disappointed.I'm really quite disappointed with someone today. The issue at hand has been sorted out using a task oriented, anti-personal approach. The way Dennis looks at it, there's no point being silly about it now that it's been sorted out.Actually, I'm much more ok with it since in the end, people are just people, right?We got new plants! We bought them together at Bunnings at the advice of .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-6744434346576936322010-09-01T17:40:00.003+08:002010-09-01T17:49:35.895+08:00That's LifeLife sucks."That's life", I wanted to sing, "That's what people say, you're riding high in April, shot down in May"...It is with resigned indifference that the writer of that song dismisses it all, but I have no such fortitude. When I say "That's life", it is with sad defeat and utter despair of it all. I despair of it.Sinatra, you stupid, stupid man, why don't you ever let it go? What.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-32082248517613942902010-07-26T16:41:00.003+08:002010-07-26T16:55:15.201+08:00Emails-----Re: Karma HIVHi Guys Can you make this visit for *** at this time?-L------Hey L, I'm not free at that time, but who is Karma??S------Oh, that's *** when spell check gets to his name.L------Oh, haha. The HIV in the title is also foreboding...s-----Oh my lord, this is really the end of my time here isn't it.. Karma HIV, how unusual!L-----Sorry, Can you hear me laughing from across there?.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-20689601663418081192010-07-07T08:13:00.001+08:002010-07-07T08:16:42.807+08:00The integrity of replacing dropped tea towels. My memory is not what it used to be, and apparantly, neither is my attention span.I've forgotten several obvious things at work this week, and cannot seem to blog for more than 10 minutes at a time without being completely distracted by something.I'm losing the words to say what I feel.3 more days till it's time to leave. I have not had the time to .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-39517086156344782292010-06-25T08:11:00.002+08:002010-06-25T08:16:08.889+08:00I hate changeI hate change so much that even when I choose the change, I hate it.I'm wondering whether I will go to Singapore for 2 weeks, have the absolute time of my life, and refuse to come back?!?! I wonder if I will lose the slowly growing contentedness I have learnt to have at work... and I was sad to come into work this morning and see the note that Bec left.. I miss her already!We have a .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-40536275745143471232010-06-13T21:32:00.003+08:002010-06-13T21:35:58.469+08:00It's back to John MayerThere's something quietly arrogant about his music that is curiously comfortable to listen to.He seems like a man who would thoroughly enjoy an eventful but quiet afternoon.Less than a month to Singapore for a 2 weeker and we are buying things to go into the house here in Perth. We have bought a queen sized pocket spring mattress from Bedshed for $800. I was so excited. The.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-17257851143325440282010-05-30T08:29:00.002+08:002010-05-30T08:36:29.795+08:00Life, at the moment, is very enjoyable. So far, I have had one of the best Saturdays I have ever had in my life- just doing exactly what I want to do. It has been a long time...Friday night- made pulao, chicken curry, pistachio macarons and meatballs. Sat morning: exercise class, sushi for lunch, shopping (got a minidress) and a big nap. I read recipes all evening and mused over the special .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-62283981905270344232010-05-24T19:32:00.003+08:002010-05-24T19:33:49.393+08:00To those spambots leaving comments on my blog: Don't you know NO ONE really reads this blog?!I think I'm losing him and I don't know what to do except let him go.I'm so tired of fighting that I am actually going to watch TV and let it slide.It's not like he has much to say to me when he is always tired anyway..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-1680403997536390732010-05-10T17:44:00.000+08:002010-05-10T17:55:27.292+08:00OscaretteI believe that mostly I am grumpy and naturally fairly melancholic. I understand how irritating this can be to other people. The older I grow, the more I realise that my preference is to be alone. Every man an island. It was easier to go home on Sunday than to be with friends, even beautiful people who cared about me. I just wanted the space of being solitary, the knowledge of safety in .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-5029897210373643752010-05-02T20:29:00.001+08:002010-05-02T20:40:17.053+08:00We have to take reality as it comes to us: there is no good jabbering about what it ought to be like or what we should have expected it to be like. But though I cannot see why it should be so, I can tell you why I believe it is so.- C. S. LewisSometimes I like to listen to Dennis' tummy, as if somehow, something deep and profound might emerge from amidst the busy rumblings..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-10933240292256411382010-05-02T19:22:00.001+08:002010-05-02T19:24:50.396+08:00"C.S. Lewis Song"If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,I can only conclude that I was not made for hereIf the felsh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,then ofcourse I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared[CHORUS]Speak to me in the light of the dawnMercy comes with the morningI will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-44002458909834459692010-05-02T14:26:00.002+08:002010-05-02T14:37:03.611+08:00He had, up till now, been satisfied with the security the small box next to the front door provided. But this was no longer true, another piece had fallen out of the puzzle, another shoelace undone in the world's irresponsible daily turnings. she does not like people. Maybe she has learnt in some small way to love them, but liking them came at a different price, an exorbitant risk to take for .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-64561228884047526502010-04-26T21:36:00.003+08:002010-04-26T21:38:38.628+08:00Some ImprovementFor the first time I considered staying where I am for a long long time. Am I finally getting comfortable? I like my Dennis. Since he is here with me, I guess staying here might be ok.But we have nice new friends at church.. Which makes things nicer.Don't feel like working tomorrow.Just feel like finding art to do for people..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-91541637920039683912010-04-20T07:37:00.002+08:002010-04-20T07:46:58.049+08:007 Months to the wedding and we are choosing tilesI am so unsure of what I am doing.Most days, I move like I have some kind of disorder, either because I am frantic to finish one piece of work, or because some part of me is hurting. This week it is my feet and I have been told I should get orthodics.. but that they will be expensive.Another sigh to sink into the dust.It's been a while since I've .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-16457690120840871382010-04-05T16:36:00.003+08:002010-04-05T16:43:54.827+08:00It takes a turnSomething special about God's signature design is that he makes things as an entity. An integral wholeness makes His work stand out unlike any other. Cars are made out of parts, as I realised the other day when Dennis's passenger side interior door handle came apart. Replacing it would mean removing the door panel and reinstalling another handle, whereas a broken part of our body .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-6724460132988454352010-03-26T22:01:00.002+08:002010-03-26T22:07:28.270+08:00Cartwheels lead the wayYes, I've decided to bite the bullet and take the advanced class. :)Besides, thinking about descending angels all day makes me happy, and seeing myself do one is even better.. I keep thinking about how to extend my leg!Dennis and I have written our wedding song!I pretend to be so ennui about telling anyone anything about the wedding, but the truth is I look like I come .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-31376366403055307432010-02-28T22:33:00.002+08:002010-02-28T22:39:30.927+08:00intimidateIt should be the name of a board game. You already know the rules- most scary person wins control. And we all play it, even with people we love. And there's a get out of jail card in the pile which I drew today. It's the God card. I am obligation free, fright-free, fear-free, leverage-free. You can't touch me, because the worst thing that can happen is that you will find somewhere .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-74315263899212735372010-02-26T17:17:00.002+08:002010-02-26T17:21:57.433+08:00忍Even resilience will not carry me this far.Perhaps I am going only where God can take me.I am really tempted to whinge so that I have an excuse not to go there. I really don't want to walk into where I am walking into right now. Work is misery.I never used to separate "work" from "real life". Now I do. I think that having "real life" in a whole package is much healthier for my body. But the .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-60037990014511039292010-02-23T20:39:00.004+08:002010-02-23T20:40:33.915+08:00Today I realisedThat in the end, it is not about how much of life is going well-It is how much of life is Godified..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-60332332884844449802010-02-20T12:15:00.003+08:002010-02-20T12:25:55.318+08:00The EndAfter a decade of sniping, snogging and singlehood, it's all come to a close. Like a plane descending on the tarmac, everyone emits a sigh of decided relief, collects their luggage, and complain that in the end, it was all a big hoo ha for nothing.Standing in this threshold, looking backward and forward all at the same time, is a fairly surreal yet serene experience. The slow and winding .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-87437076694598841202010-02-01T06:54:00.002+08:002010-02-01T07:07:31.883+08:00All the grand schemes we hadMy discomfort currently ranks a 7.5/10, which is uncomfortable enough to make my stomach churn and to experience a degree of depression which forfeits me the joy of weekends (not to mention the joy of being married next week). Should I decide to be assertive and send my discomfort levels sky high? I am already working hard to moderate myself and my regulation .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-19400476201037158662010-01-22T18:14:00.003+08:002010-01-22T18:25:59.829+08:00A New EraI had stopped thinking for so long that by the time it was time to say goodbye, the feelings had set in and a stampede of thoughts suddenly burst through the door. For 3 weeks I was numb, enjoying the January peace of the office, enjoying the social time we had left. I shopped with Foong and took rides from her. We shared asian lollies that I bought in for the snack corner. I wrote up .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-62269836502087905202010-01-08T08:20:00.002+08:002010-01-08T08:25:33.073+08:00316 sleeps to go.I am excited because the signing is not more than a month away! To be honest, I really needed to have an exciting event to break the monotony of 730 days of waiting for the wedding.. and this is it! 2nd Feb wraps the 1/2 way marker nicely and I am glad to have a wedding-y event to be happy about. I have passed the 1/2way mark!I'm getting a transfer south and I will be starting on.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-6705537294893713432009-12-24T10:41:00.002+08:002009-12-24T10:48:30.789+08:00In the end,people are people.God is God.I have taken comfort that repentance is an efficient program-God does not have "cooling down" periods.It is a quiet and lonely Christmas- except for the basic necessities of family and fiance. Lydia has gotten engaged and I was kicking myself that I could not be there! I should have just taken a holiday. sigh. But I am really happy and proud of her- I am .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-4410488353007035392009-11-02T18:43:00.002+08:002009-11-02T19:04:13.244+08:00Fire!!!!!Aubergine and Sakura get along just fine, which is great. I've now fulfilled another item on my bucket list because of this- recording voice memos of random thoughts so I can blog even more randomly than I already do! YahoO!There were only 2 voice memos today and they really did help me remember my thoughts because I have random thoughts in the car most of the time and by the time I got .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-1756264326424752412009-11-01T13:55:00.002+08:002009-11-01T13:57:47.519+08:00I miss Singapore.Today I am almost ready to make the jump and say, let's go home, if it doesn't turn out ok I will live with it. Shieks. I'm just so confused about staying here already- I was just relieved to come home and be quiet and alone in my room. sigh.I really want to visit Brisbane and see Lydia. I need to look at tickets to do that soon.....:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-40176859260393269832009-10-30T15:18:00.002+08:002009-10-30T15:33:10.500+08:00FREEDOM~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I could scream this aloud all outside my house, but since I have already screamed "where is my laptop???" I shall refrain.My new laptop has come! I am so excited that it is passion purple! Although I cannot see the purple when I am typing on it. Anyhow, I am really happy since my old 6 yr old laptop could hardly take anymore and refused to connect to the internet just now.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-47079276823005497492009-10-18T12:47:00.002+08:002009-10-18T18:44:52.587+08:00How Sara got her *itshallnotbenamed*.It was a perfectly tiring Friday. After laminating large pieces of A1 sheets that wouldn't stand on their own (and slid on each other like spineless jellyfish), she ploughed down to Lakeside to buy a 3 step sipper cup for her client (she couldn't justify doing this during work time), and went to Coles, Woolies, Kmart and Target to look for the aforesaid .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-59404091168768266512009-10-08T21:50:00.002+08:002009-10-08T21:56:47.872+08:00Spring has sprungThe cherry blossoms outside of the office have disappeared for another year. How sad.The warm weather is very endearing and I feel strange that the sun has been so merciless- changing seasons is confusing!Youth camp is over. :) I had fun helping with the stage decor. Pottery will be collected from biscing on saturday and I will think of another yummy dish to cook soon! Cooking .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-51100368379092425672009-09-17T21:21:00.002+08:002009-09-17T21:24:26.501+08:00It makes me very happy to think that the bunch of us are all growing up and getting married. Hehehe. Someone's getting proposed too next month! And there are some other people who are also getting close to that time! :) Happy. I like that we all were once girly and stuck to each other and have now branched out and found men to be with. It makes me want to dance.---He is jealous for me,Loves like .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-24077170481569756242009-09-14T22:06:00.002+08:002009-09-14T22:08:50.271+08:00I've rented a throwing wheel for a month and have been making a good number of pieces.I am considering buying a second hand wheel!Working has been good and so has church...We went to Ikea recently again to commemorate our first time together and also to look at the new catalogue items.Marriage is soon but really not soon enough-I am truly happy with what I have.My Jesus is good..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-18270393587943653362009-09-02T21:46:00.002+08:002009-09-02T22:01:49.064+08:00I should be sleeping.But tonight feels funny in a bad way.It's the last night of class (which makes me sad now, but not when I left) and I told S that I was going to ask him a lot of questions, for which I have gotten all my answers to. I didn't bargain on getting questions I didn't ask answered. But answer them he did- he told us why he became a potter, and what kind of money he lived on. 8000 .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-19617510142532549172009-08-23T22:22:00.002+08:002009-08-23T22:38:48.238+08:00homogenous solutionOnce again, it is poor dead Michael who I believe understood this sentiment best. It really doesn't matter if it's black or white. Ebony and ivory are both beautiful colours. I don't understand why there is this separation? How far will I go to try to bridge our gaps, how far is too far? Have I become so happy clappy that I will try anything? At least this time, God put me on .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-71101390477211470452009-08-19T17:40:00.001+08:002009-08-19T17:41:21.871+08:00Somehow, I just know she doesn't like me.I will continue to extend the arm of friendship.I will do my best in my work.God do the rest..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-82291825107244908652009-08-13T10:54:00.003+08:002009-08-13T11:02:16.506+08:00Potty.Ok, so I've been going crazy about pots. I told Ger how throwing makes me feel, and she came with me to class yesterday. I told her, it's not wanting to be spiritual, but there's a calm and happy connection to understanding life contained in the inanimate and yielding molecules of sliding atoms. The analogies are bountiful and accurate.On our drive down, we saw Dennis' car go past on his .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-42320395477088375752009-07-26T16:40:00.002+08:002009-07-26T16:44:31.885+08:00Pottery class starts next wednesday! I am so excited. Things look uncertain in my workplace and i don't know yet if I am getting any job back at DSC... But I will trust God to provide. I won't worry anymore about it.I am so tired these past few weeks... Just the effects of going up north daily.I am also looking for bags! Hahha. Please recommend. I was eyeing Mimco's berkeley bag... yumyumyum.. .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-91090351681404274772009-07-07T11:28:00.002+08:002009-07-07T11:51:13.274+08:00Something HappenedThis pottery thing was driving me to madness. It had been dancing around in my head during what Dennis calls "life between having to work". It's fine when I am at work. I don't think about anything other than work and food at work (and work related social life lah huh). But when I come home it drives me crazy. Pottery? Dance? Flute? Singing? Music? Art? Watercolour? Dennis tells.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-14813818756184173142009-06-29T21:43:00.002+08:002009-06-29T22:00:47.303+08:00Table TurningThe weather reports have been ominous since last week and to me, this has been our coldest winter in Perth yet. In the past 6 years, (2 of which were spent without insulation- i don't know how we survived that) there has generally been very little extreme weather, and these days, I am finding that that is less and less true. The water thrown up onto the first lane of the freeway was .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-86486805527171333152009-06-21T17:48:00.003+08:002009-06-21T17:52:58.706+08:00God is moving.He is everywhere, in everything. He is life. It doesn't make sense unless I share the entire concept, but I feel Him and He overwhelms me so much that if Heaven is just a lot of Him, I am sure I will have no lack.I am grateful.But, these are the fringes.I can't wait to find out more.He is so big, he made me large, and then suddenly my sins were small. They were despised but small, .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-35807698714930977272009-05-31T00:22:00.001+08:002009-05-31T00:23:41.404+08:00It's really high time to change skins man. I am tired of this one...Today has been terribly melancholic. I miss being me, I miss being single, I miss all the time I had to spend with friends and on my own. I miss when life was slower and showed more promise..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-1833525497453692352009-05-05T22:36:00.001+08:002009-05-05T22:39:11.835+08:00I can't even say it's anyone else's fault.Guess I'm better off alone.I made chocolate chip cookies. There are over a hundred of them. I think my heart will just fall apart now. Sleep may glue me some..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-78846357925149639322009-05-05T19:39:00.003+08:002009-05-05T19:57:52.517+08:00Sweet ToleranceFinally, today, it came back to me. Alone and unafraid, I reached out, the first in months/years. It's not been lost. Like a child, overwhelmed and unregulated, I pulled it all out from the gutter. And the sparkle was like a clear spring day.We danced, the first in months/years. No, you haven't left me. No, all is not lost from me. The ennui melted from my soul. I rejoiced, .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-62785301335745297802009-05-04T22:55:00.001+08:002009-05-04T22:55:36.164+08:00To capture what is real, how it is real, to see the Jesus in it all..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-51463042618812275582009-05-04T21:33:00.003+08:002009-05-04T22:04:00.814+08:00The Meaning of Life is.. 24.I polled many people today. My strange and painful ennui culminated in 5 full blown discussions running all at once. But the only answer I was really satisfied with was Divinia's. For whatever human value we place on life, passion, happiness, we can only rely on God's fuel to fill the needy void of purpose.Why have i been running from it? Don't I believe it works?What .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-4713943477588292382009-04-28T22:34:00.000+08:002009-04-28T22:35:16.767+08:00TO RACHEL! COS I LOVE YOU, I KISS YOU THROUGH THE PHONE!!!! MWAH MWAH MWAH.Baby u kno that I miss uI wanna get wit chuTonight but I can't nowBaby girl and that's the issueGirl u kno I miss uI just wanna kiss uBut I can't rite now so babyKiss me through the phoneKiss me through the phone(I see u lata on)Kiss me through the phoneKiss me through the phone(I see u when I get home)Baby I kno that u .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-61234568732616130052009-04-28T19:36:00.003+08:002009-04-28T21:19:05.174+08:00 Dragon Days I'm gonna cut his hair again. I've watched about 10 videos (all a minute or so plus) and I'm ready to go all out with the progressive, semi-mod look. Will it be even? Will it even be? We shall see. I wonder if my modern punk dream will come true.It's hard to think of reasons to be. It's hard to think even of how to be, or why. I'm still struggling with the idea of enjoying life. .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-63005719064346758682009-04-21T20:19:00.002+08:002009-04-21T20:25:28.455+08:00Thanks RuddyDennis and my parents have got the $900 from Kevin. Now that he has given us such a huge sum of money, we deserve to be able to be on some kind of first name basis. After all, he does seem interested in getting into our good books.I haven't got my $900 yet.. but when I do.. I don't intend for it to go anywhere for now. Heh heh.In other news, I bought a sexy one piece jumpsuit, the .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-29143878339859150482009-04-14T23:13:00.001+08:002009-04-14T23:13:09.605+08:00one pieceMetronomy says:the fact is that life is boring and mundane. the truth is that, it could be ALOT worse. Metronomy says:God's truth is that, life would be neither good nor bad, but absolutely meaningless without Him. [sare] the special word is 'help!' says:I know what I want now.Metronomy says:what do you want? [sare] the special word is 'help!' says:I want to be one of those courageous, .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-7136616992657605442009-04-14T21:59:00.002+08:002009-04-14T22:14:16.323+08:00I struggle for purpose.Please, if you have any idea, let me know...What do working people work for?---Wonder if I am a bit bonkers (or very) for bouncing up and down between being ok and then not.. is this normal of everyone? Do I need to see a doctor?Miss Singapore a lot lately. I felt so bad coming out of the office from work today at 6.30- everything was dark, empty, locked, lonely. I thought .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-10179660352924830612009-04-08T20:07:00.002+08:002009-04-08T20:15:42.889+08:00RefillI've been strangely fulfilled since Monday- the day I took flexi but was actually sick. It was the day I finished Brennan Manning's book and accepted a lot of the grace-truths I had struggled with previously. Life's been so peaceful these past few days, filled with apron making, running, eating and preparing nice food, sleeping... and inspite of all these things I love, I've experienced .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-63425359690125001392009-04-01T22:15:00.002+08:002009-04-01T22:25:53.257+08:00Contrary to popular belief, I have not been too air-headed lately. My thoughts have amassed nicely, but I have not had time to amuse myself with them. Working life does funky things to your mind.I still contantly wonder where this is all going- whether I will continue in this job, jump some sort of imaginary ship and swim with imaginary sharks, speak pirate english all my life, or turn into a .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-53079422061734770462009-03-18T21:14:00.001+09:002009-03-18T21:16:10.949+09:00TransitionI hate that life is as shitty as the person feeling the shittiest in the world right now, because no matter how much we lord over someone else's shit and step on their toes to get higher, we are only as good as the worst person on this world. And we just try to hide it.In light of this pathetic situation, genuine sympathy and care for the next person works much better than beating them .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-75640673685490076802009-03-15T22:08:00.000+09:002009-03-15T22:10:51.279+09:00ARGHSome people continue to annoy me. I would love to eradicate them from my life etc etc but it's simply not going to happen. FACADES and PRETENCE are words with such hidden spite and venom. EW, I really am finding this a gross thorn in my bed of roses. Well, C'est La Vie, something has to give..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-78975504614527309532009-03-14T22:10:00.000+09:002009-03-14T22:11:16.940+09:00Yuck, world. Yuck.I'm so over you, world. I'm taking everything I love and making a new inroad in life.Get out of my face world,you're in my way..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-49596808511855884482009-03-02T15:37:00.002+09:002009-03-02T15:47:26.001+09:00The trauma of reality.No matter how many times reality hits you in the face, it's sting and it's ugly foul breath does not cease to displease. Sometimes, reality doesn't even deal with the things that belong to you or are vaguely connected to you. Sometimes it is the drowning feeling of having a dark revelation of the real world. I am not good at that. My game and main business as a child was to .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-14522174527667684222009-02-07T23:03:00.001+09:002009-02-07T23:03:27.052+09:00When Is My Wedding Wedding Ticker from WhenIsMyWedding.com
.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-87479314712817352532009-01-26T18:55:00.001+09:002009-01-26T18:55:28.987+09:00SteerFeel it falling off like clothingTaste it rolling on your tongueSee the lights above you glowingOh and breathe them deep into your lungsIt was always simple, not hidden hardYou've been pulling at the strings playing puppeteer for kingsAnd you've had enoughBut the search ends hereWhere the night is totally clearAnd your heart is fierceSo now you finally know that you control where you goYou .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-28098191505952295962009-01-12T21:18:00.002+09:002009-01-12T21:21:01.145+09:00Time is of perspectiveI got off unusually (you NUS you all why!) late for a monday, and was dying to get off the train by the time Murdoch came around. After having dinner and watching the usual trash TV, I watered the garden. Strangely, it's now only 9.30 pm. I would normally bemoan the lost time (spent in transit), but today, it seems like I have too much time. Perhaps it is because I am .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-56833333686460275072009-01-11T08:53:00.002+09:002009-01-11T09:06:45.190+09:00I don't know how I ever committed to keeping a blog.Ger's blog post in October last year registered in my head but not in my heart. After my first 4 days at work, the issue has surfaced and I am so relieved someone else is jaded about work and life. I have been having strange dreams of needing to do work things, and feeling such a dread toward them, when they actually take up very little time (.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-40054082015415587722009-01-03T23:26:00.001+09:002009-01-03T23:31:06.346+09:00Things To Note:1. Change always Changes2. Repeat after me: Muscles are sexy. Get more muscle.3. exercise!4. eat proper.5. trust and obey.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-11228833647867303772009-01-03T18:20:00.002+09:002009-01-03T18:28:11.993+09:00Don't think, would be the best solution right now.The ultimate dilemma of always: to drone on, or to "deal" with it. Some people don't believe in dealing with it. To them, life just has to be lived, intellectually or not, in good times or not. I do agree with that, and I do wish I could turn my brain off. It just hurts too much to keep on processing things. And to my memory, there's never been a .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-7946629856718769312009-01-02T17:55:00.001+09:002009-01-02T17:57:26.661+09:00With words I cannot say:She hears the siren song that this island sings,it beckons, like an itch that cannot be pleased.She cries at night for another land,there she is awake, no longer afraid or tired of life.Many miles away, she laments the coming year,a new chapter of troubles, strife and fear.The remedy is simple, but not easy as it seems.Its needle is long and she tries not to see.Her view .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-11575903110509326142009-01-01T22:51:00.003+09:002009-01-01T23:06:05.872+09:00SnuckI've been wearied in a day. It's as if I have something to hide, and I guess I do. Chocolates, weight, saga seeds and a ring. Although I should show all these things openly (except maybe the $50, 000 seeds), I find that I have lost hands to offer them, and degraded into a puddle of mud (or muddle of pud). If I wrote 'sux' on your wrist.On another note, we've decided on wedding favours, .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-58880503586685389822008-12-08T01:52:00.001+09:002008-12-08T01:52:55.719+09:00MeaninglessAnd yet, a dead dried rose is considered a thing of beauty..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-39622152319084440902008-12-02T23:14:00.002+09:002008-12-02T23:24:09.125+09:00Today is the second of december and all that glitters is not gold. I am so grateful to Tristan. Happy Birthday Cheryl! Tristan is one of the best friends any man can have. XOXO. I love the world, Let's cruise baby..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-33334611165966901882008-12-01T18:35:00.002+09:002008-12-01T18:38:23.744+09:00Little WondersSingapore is a magical place. I see it through someone else's eyes this time too. I love Singapore so much inspite of the lousy weather. I wish I could stay, but God would have us go back to Perth for a reason and we have learnt better than to consternate over such things. My only prayer is, help us to obey with faithful joy, and provide for the desires of our hearts. Praise and .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-22949396096056432022008-11-25T22:45:00.002+09:002008-11-25T22:47:45.148+09:00take a pilland fix it.If you put enough chemicals in your bodyyou can be skinnyhave flawless skinand be loved by everyone.THAT IS SUCH A BIG FAT EFFING LIE.Screw you, artificial gimmicks, advertising and dumb marketing.Your greed has probably contributed to the slow, narrow erosion of my self esteem.But i'm not supposed to blame youbecause it's my choice to feel how I feel..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-2936894387152492242008-11-25T15:19:00.002+09:002008-11-25T15:24:39.390+09:00The weird and the wonderfulI nestled amonst your blankets last night, afraid of life. I thought that if I could find the right smells, I would be able to remember my childhood, my life in KL and all the glossy memories of safety. I read Rupert of Hentzau until 2 am, and finally fell asleep next to teddy. I woke up sore, feeling the effects of reality shoved down my throat. I felt weak, blank and .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-62973486799262370402008-11-18T22:28:00.002+09:002008-11-18T22:41:59.136+09:00Personal ParasoliaIt has been an eventful, or should I say adventful day. I'm drowning in advertistments after watching too many episodes of the Gruen transfer, and you should too! Love the hosts in that show.We painted a parasol together in Fremantle on Sunday. I suppose that is meant to be romantic, but someone I just felt like a child enamoured with colour and texture.The mob is crazy. I feel .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-27992170829530621192008-10-26T16:01:00.001+09:002008-10-26T16:03:02.035+09:00May Rachel's pots never dry and keep growing.Ahhhh.. just when I was wondering whether the things they said were true, you sent me and email and made me realise that it doesn't matter that much. Loveurach!.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-11720687121366033272008-10-17T14:45:00.003+08:002008-10-17T15:07:23.099+08:00Head On Straight. Thank God for people like Yoel. I don't think I would have taken the plunge without him. And now that I've done it, I realised how liberated I feel. G Star Raw! No less. It wasn't just a pair of denim jeans. It was a statement. It was me saying, I'll spend what I earn because I no longer can plough along saving for something that I can't have. It's me saying, I'll live now, .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-73869536379181202008-10-16T22:26:00.001+08:002008-10-16T22:28:10.411+08:00Just when you feel like there's nothing left to grasp.Someone comes along and shows you that behind the velvet curtain lies a vast expanse...Of nothing..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-38521956931935280262008-10-11T00:18:00.002+08:002008-10-11T00:35:06.603+08:00Shawshank RedemptionI dressed up for work this morning, tired, but high on adrenaline and raw emotion. Working for 8 hours straight was simple enough, closing brought freedom at 6 pm as well as a finders keepers bottle of strawberry bubbles. They make me strangely happy. And everyone is suspicious of the relationships working themselves out at work. Tip me over and pour me out like a cup of tea. .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-16277680747026512592008-10-10T08:34:00.002+08:002008-10-10T08:38:09.930+08:00Some things are sacred.Some things aren't.That's just the way life is.The only thing that makes me happy now is brewing coffee at work.And maybe the 'f' word. In my head, I still think it.It's like a diffusion/transference device.I think if I stand in the middle of my workplaceand scream it aloud...I can imagine the crowd bursting into laughterand the old ladies staring.Well they told me to pay .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-55309786788821991812008-10-02T12:14:00.001+08:002008-10-02T12:14:54.947+08:00I take it back.DIET AND EXERCISE IS SHITTY!.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-46638479953108937222008-10-01T13:15:00.002+08:002008-10-01T13:36:23.700+08:00Diet and ExerciseHello new body! It's day three of the diet&exercise-fest.Day 1- 10 am morning run with a grand total of 900 kcals in a day.Day 2- 10 am morning run with a similar total cal intake. Grocery shopping for low fat, low cal foods and women's health, featuring a 31 day weight loss program.Day 3- Running in the morning and cooking makes me feel independant. I make crysanthenum tea and .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-43887104586442150952008-09-23T15:18:00.000+08:002008-09-23T15:19:32.855+08:00What's love got to do with it?My preprimary children-Me: So who's your boyfriend, Catherine?Catherine: Errrmm.... *thinks*.. It's Tombe!Me: Oh okCatherine: Don't tell him, ok?.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-2889247533441929852008-09-20T20:48:00.000+08:002008-09-20T20:50:27.990+08:00Several Points to consider:1. Google Chrome rocks2. This diamond may not be here when I check back later..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-49805943909039308942008-09-20T10:51:00.001+08:002008-09-20T10:51:51.149+08:00So she still weaves her tales in her own way.I'm glad..:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-7206515629089305372008-09-19T15:31:00.003+08:002008-09-19T15:40:53.978+08:00FeelingsIt's been terrible to find out what type of selfish person I am, and being sick really brings it out in a person. I am not the happy, trusting person I am when I am well, I cannot confidently proclaim my well being or even keep my heart open to the best. I suck as a human being when I am sick, and that shows you what I'm really like when I'm not at my best.I have 4 things left to pass.1. .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-61327465347532089352008-09-14T18:12:00.002+08:002008-09-14T18:32:01.293+08:00Les MiserableIt's been about 3 weeks since my first round of fever, and things are only just promising to improve. I've slunked around the house for days, a mysterious doppleganger of my former self, making ghostly nose-blowing noises and tackling the resident pantry rat in favour of bed bugs. Let's face it, misery loves company. My nose, in a fit of feminine vengeance, spewed wrath upon my ear .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-43566400310190680122008-09-11T23:53:00.001+08:002008-09-11T23:56:34.597+08:00Love LostIt is better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all.It seems there are several in the audience coming to terms with this. And the reports have not been smooth sailing so far. As expected. But as a die-hard romantic, I stand by my motto on loving. It's one the boy has demonstrated. I only took it on when I saw it's impact. In the very end, when all is said and done, when .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-75415018952565740892008-09-09T15:07:00.002+08:002008-09-09T15:19:15.069+08:00Happy HarlequinIt's 22 degrees outside- finally a nice day after all this awful winter. I've come down from Mirrabooka and it's the end of my testing. No more audiometers. No more beep beep, no more clicking nonwords and recording on PRAAT. No more un-cooperative children (although they were all quite nice!). I'm so relieved. I've grown muscles just from lugging all that trash around. And for the.:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-27328226637379854852008-09-07T19:29:00.002+08:002008-09-07T19:33:38.653+08:00Madness to the MethodI'm eating all of Dennis' prunes as he cooks dinner. Hmm. I should feel bad because they are his prunes, plus, I don't like prunes that much, I'm just hungry. Anyways, I'm just sianded because I have a couple of things to do that are not that urgent which makes me even more unmotivated to do them.1. Mail Polly2. Apply for jobs3. Rewrite thesis4. Look over voice exam5. Write .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329443.post-980629045405915692008-09-02T23:21:00.003+08:002008-09-02T23:27:31.148+08:00Because you're you. There is only so much in life that one can grasp, and thus suffice to say- only a part of that that one can consider important. Does life simplify as I age, or entangle itself in it's own weaving? While melancholy on the whole has left me, I now wonder if this blankness is preferable, or not? One is never satisfied where they are. The straight haired people want curls and the .:['sare]:.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16684115095359718022noreply@blogger.com0