"travel, travel, travel"
Yours truly is AWAY for the weekend to Ipoh. Actually, before the weekend since yours truly is leaving tomorrow or rather, tonight. *Peace, *Doormat, *Snappish & yours truly are going to visit *candid in Ipoh. It is actually a pseudo-pampering-female only-trip. In other words, we are going to all go to the hair salon & do our hair and do other pampering activities like road trip, seafood indulging, BBQ, etc, etc.
Am somewhat looking forward to it. =)
Speaking of travelling to Malaysia, *Starry's gallant actually sms-ed to wish moi a happy new year. Am surprised but pleasantly so. What is noteworthy is that he actually said maybe we will bum into each other in Malaysia. *arched brows* when we don't even accidentially see each other in tiny red dot? what a tall order. *whistles*
In any case, here's my thoughts for the new year: if you aren't happy with 2006, well, 2007 isn't likely to get any better, but we can all pretend that it will be. Happy New Year.
In other news, *Eccentric has invited yours truly to go *backpack to Russia in 2007 on the *mistaken assumption that eastern europe is more affordable than western europe....*doubtful look*. In any case, yours truly would love to go along, provided that yours truly doesn't go to Europe with *Starry, her gallant and her fren. Yours truly will be delighted to go Europe with either group, so long as someone is doing the planning, I'm just going along for the ride. Since there is a possibility that *Starry is going to have a career switch, the May trip might be off the cards, so to speak. Well, moi will be happy if *starry does manage to secure her dream job, so its ok to trade off Europe in May.
Having said that, it would be nice to go visit Europe in any case. Oh well. *shrug* We will see.
Ok. Yours truly should rest to go indulge, pamper and have fun in Ipoh.
Envious?
*grin*
See ya in 2007!
=) Sheer
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Christmas 2006
Happy Holidays, dear readers.
Here's the menu:
1. Appeitiser: Mango Salad with red/yellow peppers, carrots, cucumber & fresh lemon dressing served with cocktail drink
2. Starter: tomato in potato jacket with fried shrimps & mushroom with baked mashed pumpkin & grilled eggplant
3. Main Course: Black pepper roast beef with thick gravy and mashed potato with pumpkin
4. Dessert: egg nog & baked cinnamon apples with full cream
Pure Utter bliss.
Great ambience, close friends, fantastic food.
What more can one ask for?
:::
No experience is ever truly wasted
We all learn and grow
But differs only in extent
~ Moi
Christmas might perhaps seem to be a strange time for reflections. But truth is Christmas means more to yours truly than new year, if only because yours truly usually have a christmas gathering with friends. So every christmas gathering, it is like a ballpark point for reflection. After all, at the very least, yours trul y can look back to the year and also compare the previous christmas party.
2006 is a relatively landmark year. Not only has yours truly given her first ever resignation letter, yours truly has embarked on a new career and is seriously planning her future graduate school education. In terms of family, yours truly has constantly been reminded of how lucky moi is for having supportive parents. In terms of friends, yours truly is fortunate to have my exclusive clique even though some might have driften away, yours truly's core clique remains and has indeed expanded to include *Candid. Also, yours truly has grown closer to *starry, and also gets along with her *gallant, which is all-round-good news.
So when yours truly look back, I have to concede that dear evilness has indeed been good to moi this year. Even though sometimes, it seems *dumb to have wasted 2 years with yours truly's previous company but I firmly believe that no experience is truly wasted. Everything happens for a reason, and having gone through the experience, that experience will only become the fertilizer of moi's future growth. Yes, I might make different choices if I get to choose again. But life is not like that . There is no NGs or RETAKES.
So learn from experiences, no matter good or bad, it will only and can only add depth and nuances to one's character.
People who believe in that will definitely be happier, if not also stronger.
I firmly believe and live on that belief.
Do you?
Sheer
Monday, December 18, 2006
Ramblings
The Uncertainty of the Poet
~ Wendy Cope
I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.
I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.
I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.
A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.
Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.
Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?
Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very'.
I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?
:::
The past few weeks have been, for lack of a better word, complex. Not complex good or bad. Just complex. Yours truly have been feeling a bitsy out of sorts. Not that anyone could tell. Many different stuff are happening with yours truly's various frens/acquaintances/colleagues, etc. Am not sure where to start, how to start and whether yours truly even want to start relating.
In any case, lately, the theme is "everyone should have a raison d'etre. What's yours?".
*Wallflower seems to be obsessing about hers. Well, raison d'etre is something that only you can find for yourself I suppose. But if you want to discuss existentialism, I'll be glad to. *grin*
Yours truly been doing someself reflection. Or more to the point, the reflections sorta came on with a wham rather than dawn on slowly. Not that its really important, or in any case, not something that yours truly wanna blog about. *dryly*
Sufficient to say, yours truly is somewhat amused to discover how positively calm and rational I can be - any more so, and *Candid claims that yours truly will be cold-blooded. Honestly, it is really in relative terms. After all, it is really because some people are always on an emotional rollar coaster that yours truly is really by contrast, calm?
But in any case, if yours truly is looking for a significant other, rest asssured that HE can only be more calm and rational than moi. Otherwise, yours truly would cringe to think of the amount of stomping around he would have to do. Imagine us having a fight, and being unusually cool-headed, yours truly has minimal reaction. He demands to know if yours truly was paying attention and yours truly says "of cos, want me to repeat what you just said?". Dear evilness. Wow. Can you imagine that poor guy's reaction? *arched brows* I rest my case.
Yours truly's HIM can only be calmer and more rational. Yours truly is not equipped or more to the point, refuse to handle some emotional guy stomping around. Too exhausting. Yikes. So if someone wants to apply or help someone else applies, please don't bother unless you guarantee the above stomping will not occur. *roll eyes*.
Hmm...though it is alright that my frens are emotional. I don't mind. I can handle them......hmm...even though sometimes, even I get tired from just merely watching their emotions rolling. So if even I find it exhausting, how much more draining for them? *arched my brows*
So perhaps, it is unfortunate that yours truly's sexual orientation is completely straight as yours truly would probably make some girl a perfect boyfriend or should yours truly say that it is unfortunate that yours truly isn't a guy? *pause in thought* Oh well. *shrug*
Not that yours truly wants my gender or orientation any other way. *grin*
:::
PS: Someone has been really disturbed (or freaked out more likely) by Mrs Craddock by Somerset Maugham. Said someone is actually worried that someone's someone is too like Mr Craddock. *shake head* It's just a book, really. :p
Work's been fine. Yours truly been enjoying herself so far. Or at least, I like the nature and the job scope of my current job. So far. =)
In other news, yours truly had a great Sunday with *starry and her gallant knight. *Candid might be moving in with *starry, so we dropped by for lunch and a chat, which dragged or lasted all the way till late at night. In other words, they clicked. So yes, if all things go well, yours truly foresees staying over more often at *starry/*candid in the year ahead.
Oh yeah, THANKS FOR A GREAT LUNCH! No one died of *bad cooking. *grin*
Besides, *Starry pulled out all stops and had nice table setting. For that, yours truly might conceivably put up with not-so-good cooking.
Or not.
Fortunately, yours truly's conviction on aesthetics over taste buds was not put to test.
:::
Believing in Fate
~ Hal Sirowitz
I don't have a telephone, she said,
so I can't give you a number.
I'm not a great fan of planned dates.
But if I happen to bump into you
on the street I'd be willing to go for coffee.
Let's leave it to chance. It brought
us together once. It could work a second time.
You could help fate along by hanging out
in Chelsea. That's where I live.
If I gave you any more information
I'd be cheating.
(via Writer’s Almanac)
:::
Monday morning again.
But today started off a little maudlin and mushy cos *witchy sent moi a somewhat mushy sms. Oh well. That's *witchy. She seems to be somewhat having a rather complex problem at the moment. Complex, such a convenient word. *deadpan* In any case, everything will be fine. That yours truly have no doubts. *wink*
Am looking forward to Christmas. An authentic xmas dinner prepared by *Candid. How nice especially since yours truly just have to turn up to have fun and eat. Yours truly would have written to Mr Man-In-Red - who by the way, yours truly have doubts about Mr HoHoHo's sexual identity. Either he is a she or he is one "guy really in touch with his feminine side" (to borrow the phrase from *Starry's Gallant) - but yours truly sense of fair play and all came in play and I didn't. After all, 2006 was a year that yours truly felt (a) she hasn't been good and (b) she has been given plenty to be grateful for and so (c) she shldn't be greedy and ask for more?
Or perhaps, yours truly is just lazy to write.
Ah well. Christmas is just round the corner, so it's a little late to worry about writting to Mr/Ms HoHoHo (gender unknown).
So if I don't happen to see you before Christmas & New Year, which is probably the case seeing that yours truly will be visiting *Candid's home in Ipoh for the new year, here's yours truly's good wishes.
So what if moi is too cheap to get a card?
Sue me.
In my defense, yours truly doesn't like giving cards, unless I have the urge to make cards, which again, is another of those activity/mood that comes around once a blue blue blue moon. *shrug*
Merry Christmas. Have a fantastically evil year ahead!
Your evilness.
Sheer
~ Wendy Cope
I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.
I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.
I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.
A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.
Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.
Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?
Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very'.
I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?
:::
The past few weeks have been, for lack of a better word, complex. Not complex good or bad. Just complex. Yours truly have been feeling a bitsy out of sorts. Not that anyone could tell. Many different stuff are happening with yours truly's various frens/acquaintances/colleagues, etc. Am not sure where to start, how to start and whether yours truly even want to start relating.
In any case, lately, the theme is "everyone should have a raison d'etre. What's yours?".
*Wallflower seems to be obsessing about hers. Well, raison d'etre is something that only you can find for yourself I suppose. But if you want to discuss existentialism, I'll be glad to. *grin*
Yours truly been doing some
Sufficient to say, yours truly is somewhat amused to discover how positively calm and rational I can be - any more so, and *Candid claims that yours truly will be cold-blooded. Honestly, it is really in relative terms. After all, it is really because some people are always on an emotional rollar coaster that yours truly is really by contrast, calm?
But in any case, if yours truly is looking for a significant other, rest asssured that HE can only be more calm and rational than moi. Otherwise, yours truly would cringe to think of the amount of stomping around he would have to do. Imagine us having a fight, and being unusually cool-headed, yours truly has minimal reaction. He demands to know if yours truly was paying attention and yours truly says "of cos, want me to repeat what you just said?". Dear evilness. Wow. Can you imagine that poor guy's reaction? *arched brows* I rest my case.
Yours truly's HIM can only be calmer and more rational. Yours truly is not equipped or more to the point, refuse to handle some emotional guy stomping around. Too exhausting. Yikes. So if someone wants to apply or help someone else applies, please don't bother unless you guarantee the above stomping will not occur. *roll eyes*.
Hmm...though it is alright that my frens are emotional. I don't mind. I can handle them......hmm...even though sometimes, even I get tired from just merely watching their emotions rolling. So if even I find it exhausting, how much more draining for them? *arched my brows*
So perhaps, it is unfortunate that yours truly's sexual orientation is completely straight as yours truly would probably make some girl a perfect boyfriend or should yours truly say that it is unfortunate that yours truly isn't a guy? *pause in thought* Oh well. *shrug*
Not that yours truly wants my gender or orientation any other way. *grin*
:::
PS: Someone has been really disturbed (or freaked out more likely) by Mrs Craddock by Somerset Maugham. Said someone is actually worried that someone's someone is too like Mr Craddock. *shake head* It's just a book, really. :p
Work's been fine. Yours truly been enjoying herself so far. Or at least, I like the nature and the job scope of my current job. So far. =)
In other news, yours truly had a great Sunday with *starry and her gallant knight. *Candid might be moving in with *starry, so we dropped by for lunch and a chat, which dragged or lasted all the way till late at night. In other words, they clicked. So yes, if all things go well, yours truly foresees staying over more often at *starry/*candid in the year ahead.
Oh yeah, THANKS FOR A GREAT LUNCH! No one died of *bad cooking. *grin*
Besides, *Starry pulled out all stops and had nice table setting. For that, yours truly might conceivably put up with not-so-good cooking.
Or not.
Fortunately, yours truly's conviction on aesthetics over taste buds was not put to test.
:::
Believing in Fate
~ Hal Sirowitz
I don't have a telephone, she said,
so I can't give you a number.
I'm not a great fan of planned dates.
But if I happen to bump into you
on the street I'd be willing to go for coffee.
Let's leave it to chance. It brought
us together once. It could work a second time.
You could help fate along by hanging out
in Chelsea. That's where I live.
If I gave you any more information
I'd be cheating.
(via Writer’s Almanac)
:::
Monday morning again.
But today started off a little maudlin and mushy cos *witchy sent moi a somewhat mushy sms. Oh well. That's *witchy. She seems to be somewhat having a rather complex problem at the moment. Complex, such a convenient word. *deadpan* In any case, everything will be fine. That yours truly have no doubts. *wink*
Am looking forward to Christmas. An authentic xmas dinner prepared by *Candid. How nice especially since yours truly just have to turn up to have fun and eat. Yours truly would have written to Mr Man-In-Red - who by the way, yours truly have doubts about Mr HoHoHo's sexual identity. Either he is a she or he is one "guy really in touch with his feminine side" (to borrow the phrase from *Starry's Gallant) - but yours truly sense of fair play and all came in play and I didn't. After all, 2006 was a year that yours truly felt (a) she hasn't been good and (b) she has been given plenty to be grateful for and so (c) she shldn't be greedy and ask for more?
Or perhaps, yours truly is just lazy to write.
Ah well. Christmas is just round the corner, so it's a little late to worry about writting to Mr/Ms HoHoHo (gender unknown).
So if I don't happen to see you before Christmas & New Year, which is probably the case seeing that yours truly will be visiting *Candid's home in Ipoh for the new year, here's yours truly's good wishes.
So what if moi is too cheap to get a card?
Sue me.
In my defense, yours truly doesn't like giving cards, unless I have the urge to make cards, which again, is another of those activity/mood that comes around once a blue blue blue moon. *shrug*
Merry Christmas. Have a fantastically evil year ahead!
Your evilness.
Sheer
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Words
Words
You say
Thank you
You say
Sorry
For loving you
For making me love
You
You say
Thank you
Without considering
You say
Sorry
Without thinking
Words to you
Are mere
Sounds from
Your mouth
Words to you
Means nothing
Once spoken
Are forgotten
But not
To me
I do not
Forget
I do not
Shall not
Forget
So
Say what you mean
To me
Or say nothing
At all
Preferably
The latter
Since the former
Is beyond all men
At least it is
Definitely
Beyond you.
You say
Thank you
You say
Sorry
For loving you
For making me love
You
You say
Thank you
Without considering
You say
Sorry
Without thinking
Words to you
Are mere
Sounds from
Your mouth
Words to you
Means nothing
Once spoken
Are forgotten
But not
To me
I do not
Forget
I do not
Shall not
Forget
So
Say what you mean
To me
Or say nothing
At all
Preferably
The latter
Since the former
Is beyond all men
At least it is
Definitely
Beyond you.
Kel. 5 December 2006
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
