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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
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Friday, February 13, 2009 7:38 PM
Newsflash: Team Improbable defeats the Control Freak
Twelve minutes to do this before the husky Middle Eastern middle-aged female voice that I assigned the text (to stop it sulking from feeling so impaired) comes to drag me away. So I'll be quick and try for brevity - let's see if that really is possible with me, hah!
It's not very great right now but that's okay. There's the thing with the texts and materials, the where-to-now-mister-busker-man at the end of two months and not being worthy of RM150 worth of glorious books. Oh, and not forgetting the extraneous noise (to emphasize how distracting it is) from trying to get an 'a-ha!' out of a lesser evil. Or was it the lesser evil from the 'a-ha!', hmm. All that, and the lack of nutrition (in the form of apple crumble!).
But, I'd like to say: it's all Good because I know where to depend and, I got an hour of Phineas and Ferb (!) (!) And because I got a couple of pictures to fidget with thanks to a special sit in from an acquaintance from nature.
Ah, two minutes past D-time so I've to go before the textbook voice (poor thing doesn't have a name, heh) starts to 'try' scaring me into returning to the study.
Next treat: Farida (!) =D
It's not very great right now but that's okay. There's the thing with the texts and materials, the where-to-now-mister-busker-man at the end of two months and not being worthy of RM150 worth of glorious books. Oh, and not forgetting the extraneous noise (to emphasize how distracting it is) from trying to get an 'a-ha!' out of a lesser evil. Or was it the lesser evil from the 'a-ha!', hmm. All that, and the lack of nutrition (in the form of apple crumble!).
But, I'd like to say: it's all Good because I know where to depend and, I got an hour of Phineas and Ferb (!) (!) And because I got a couple of pictures to fidget with thanks to a special sit in from an acquaintance from nature.
Ah, two minutes past D-time so I've to go before the textbook voice (poor thing doesn't have a name, heh) starts to 'try' scaring me into returning to the study.
Next treat: Farida (!) =D
minx wrote at7:38 PM
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009 7:04 PM
lesser evil, don't elude me
I've been biting my lips all day, pursing them when I get tired. The brilliant insight that's supposed to come with the grandeur of an 'a-ha!' eludes me. I've cleaned my laptop once over, walked in the rain without the umbrella twice and tried to stop 'naturally flowing' rain three times. One, two ,three - nice, well not really.
I've got a headache.
I need a hug. Or, maybe I don't.
I don't know.
Sometimes, I just wonder why it has to be so hard on this particular pathway but seemingly within attempt at others'.
I'm not complaining, just comparing - which is just as bad or maybe worse.
I know nothing is too hard for You so on my knees I ask, pleasepleaseplease let this be okay.
I've got a headache.
I need a hug. Or, maybe I don't.
I don't know.
Sometimes, I just wonder why it has to be so hard on this particular pathway but seemingly within attempt at others'.
I'm not complaining, just comparing - which is just as bad or maybe worse.
I know nothing is too hard for You so on my knees I ask, pleasepleaseplease let this be okay.
minx wrote at7:04 PM
Monday, February 09, 2009 4:51 PM
buddy system
The torn picture of the blue and pink stick figure in the upper left hand corner seemed at first, a tad too conservative. If there was a ploy to increase readership, it has clearly failed. The title was less than welcoming and it was without sensational colors to accompany. Yet these thousand or so words stood shoulder to shoulder with dignity and spaces in between. Aesthetics were cared for in the form of bolded words as they found their places in between breaks of paragraph.
It was difficult to block out the happy jazz resounding in the room to settle down with the strict school teacher voice I decided I would have the author sound in my head. At moments, the strict school teacher voice turned into a giggly girl before screaming with anger at the insolence and complete disregard for matters that she deemed obvious.
I was afraid, somewhat amused, but still afraid. The ideas stared you in the face, inviting a rebuttal (if you dared raise your hand). Open the Word, it challenged, and see if these are wrong.
Her words reprimanded, warned and comforted. She had citations and convincing elaborations for each.
This was not one where you're caught off guard, grasping on to every fibre of the frayed rope thrown at you. No, this wasn't one of those. It was one where you're thrown off a mountain; free-falling to the valley below thinking these will be the last thoughts in your brain only to bounce on the trampoline that He kept hidden, just for you.
When it comes down to it, coming right out to say that this is my doing couldn’t be more painful. I’ve in fact broken journalism rule numero uno: Thou shalt not make an ass (I like to think this meant donkey because the picture of a braying donkey with flapping ears can in the least, soften the blow) out of ume (read: assume).
There has been no doubt that this was the case from the very first but these words have shaken me into stopping in my tracks to admit. With that first, the rest will be done with borrowed strength, mainly because nothing in me indicates that I can do any of this on my own.
Thank You, for the trampoline; for the wind that’s bringing my curtains to life – alive enough to hug me; and for the beautiful grace of Your unceasing love.
It was difficult to block out the happy jazz resounding in the room to settle down with the strict school teacher voice I decided I would have the author sound in my head. At moments, the strict school teacher voice turned into a giggly girl before screaming with anger at the insolence and complete disregard for matters that she deemed obvious.
I was afraid, somewhat amused, but still afraid. The ideas stared you in the face, inviting a rebuttal (if you dared raise your hand). Open the Word, it challenged, and see if these are wrong.
Her words reprimanded, warned and comforted. She had citations and convincing elaborations for each.
This was not one where you're caught off guard, grasping on to every fibre of the frayed rope thrown at you. No, this wasn't one of those. It was one where you're thrown off a mountain; free-falling to the valley below thinking these will be the last thoughts in your brain only to bounce on the trampoline that He kept hidden, just for you.
When it comes down to it, coming right out to say that this is my doing couldn’t be more painful. I’ve in fact broken journalism rule numero uno: Thou shalt not make an ass (I like to think this meant donkey because the picture of a braying donkey with flapping ears can in the least, soften the blow) out of ume (read: assume).
There has been no doubt that this was the case from the very first but these words have shaken me into stopping in my tracks to admit. With that first, the rest will be done with borrowed strength, mainly because nothing in me indicates that I can do any of this on my own.
Thank You, for the trampoline; for the wind that’s bringing my curtains to life – alive enough to hug me; and for the beautiful grace of Your unceasing love.
minx wrote at4:51 PM
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