In Motion

Visual art is so not my thing. Never was, never will be. I'm just too un-visually gifted to think of art as anything more than the bane of my existence. It is at best, a chore; at worst, a dreadful trial. So I don't know if it's natural or what, but I have an immense amount of respect for those who see arts and crafts activities as an enjoyable pastime. You know, those people who have a natural flair for creating pretty things or spaces or have gorgeous interior decorating. When I look at a pretty handmade card, the first thought that comes to mind is : what an awful lot of work! How many hours did this take? All those craft utensils can't be cheap. How talented. Okay maybe that's more than one thought. I think quickly. =P By the way, I also highly appreciate hard work and effort. Sometimes I wish I was more gifted. One's never contented. =P

Heard this oldie in church. =) Lyrics :  Is your burden heavy as you bear it all alone Does the road you travel harbor dangers yet unknown Are you growing weary in the struggle of it all Jesus will help you when on His name you call He is always there hearing every prayer faithful and true Walking by our side in His love we hide all the day through When you get discouraged just remember what to do Reach out to Jesus He's reach-ing out to you Is the life you're living filled with sorrow and despair Does the future press you with its worries and its care Are you tired and friendless have you almost lost your way Jesus will help you just call on Him today I said to reach out to Jesus He's reach-ing out to you Source : http://www.classic-country-song-lyrics.com/reachouttoJesuslyricschords.html

My heart wants to do what's right. When what's right isn't clear, I want to do what's right for myself. What's right for myself usually isn't right for others, like walking away. Desertion. Abandonment.  Because I know if I stay, I'll only get more hurt. I feel the need to walk away to protect my heart.  And preserve whatever isn't destructed yet in a potentially explosive future.

Yesterday, dad showed me the mysterious inner workings of...wait for it...the car. He's given the same lecture on basic car maintenance about 3 or 4 times previously, but I can never remember how to do all these hands on stuff. I have a terrible memory for visual stuff, and an almost non-existent ability to visualize stuff, so yeah. This time, I went out armed with a piece of paper and a pen - to sketch the various little parts that I had to take note of. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to guess how ugly my sketch was. Will my knight in shining armour just marry me quickly so I don't have to learn all these? =P ...On an entirely unrelated note, I wonder if mechanics would go for someone like me. Hmm.

This holiday is the best ever. Except for Rene, 'cause she still has classes. Heehee. That aside, she's been woken up at 7 something regularly for breakfast with her beloved sister and daddy and mummy. She hates waking up so early, but family ties have to be maintained k? I'm doing this for the good of our family. =P Mum has been watching a Korean series called "Miss Ripley Whom I Loved". Think she's finished it already, so she's moved on to listening to an audio series on Church History. Dad started her on it. Dad? He's been singing Mandarin worship songs all day every day  in an effort to learn scripture and biblical terms in Mandarin. And listening to the audio series on Church History. Still as enthusiastic as ever about learning new things at his age. He even wanted to drag me to a Praise Dance session at Good News Fellowship, but it was cancelled this Sunday. I'm having fun lazing around, finishing up my episodes of Drop Dead Diva and

I grew up in a middle-class family where thriftiness is prized. Mum and dad set a good example, what can I say? =P Anything to put the blame on them . Anyway, my point is... I like getting good deals, and utilizing purchases to the maximum. In fact, the cheaper something is, and the more I use it, the more satisfaction I get out of that purchase. ...Which is also probably one of the reasons I don't mind Rene wearing my dresses/skirts/blouses/whatever she wants. Showing up in a dress others have seen before on Rene? Not a problem for me either. I mean, who cares. We're sisters, what looks good on me probably looks better on her. ;) Below is a list of things which have lasted for YEARS, cost only a bit, and have been properly utilized to the maximum: 1. My Camel Mountain hiking bag No, I don't hike (unless forced to), in case you were wondering. Mum bought this way back in 2009 when I first had to go over to KL. Cost approx RM 60. I've used it numerous times - pr

Yesterday night while I was lining up the clothes, I asked Lara to come out and accompany me. So she did, meandering around aimlessly. Nothing caught her attention but she just pottered around investigating random stuff until I was done. Once I finished lining up the clothes, she casually strolled beside me and followed me into the house again. I think she really just wanted to accompany me. <3

Do you know how terrible it is to crave some food item, knowing full well that you can't have it in the immediate future? I do. It's particularly annoying/depressing/frustrating when I'm supposed to be concentrating on my studies because it's exam season, and the only available food is cafe food. To make things worse, my roommate shares my longings and we usually end up discussing our sad, sad life instead, intensifying our depression. *sigh* It's also odd that I feel these cravings unusually strongly when I'm prepping for exams. Perhaps it's my brain protesting all that mental labour. Hmm. That, was just the long-winded introduction to how I have been indulging myself in good-sized portions of good food back home in Kuching. Had to justify my gluttony, hence the pitiful tale wrought with emotion. =P I think my tummy is bulging a little more than usual, but I'll probably lose all that fat when I get back to Nilai and have nothing but cucumbers and s

I used to go on self-improvement projects in the past. It's a legit hobby okay. =P Now, I've learnt to accept and love what I cannot change about myself. I will never be a demure, soft-spoken, 'anything goes' kinda person, no matter how hard I try to. And I don't mind anymore, because everything has a flip side, including so-called more attractive personality traits. By default, I'm decisive, I like things to be done quickly, I hardly procrastinate, I'm vocal, I'm all for justice, I'm impatient with people who insist on making not-so-wise decisions and whine about it later. I appreciate effort, intelligence, liberal thinking, and efficiency. I am not proud of my weaknesses, and I acknowledge that I have hurt many people with my forthright manner of speaking - but at the same time, I don't admire those who never voice out their true feelings. I'm probably more rigid about fulfilling obligations than most, something many people als

So I decided, since it's hols, I'm 21 and freedom of speech still applies, I'm going to create a new, public blog. ...And also because I can't find my archives on my Wordpress private blog. That's 8 years' worth of memories, hey! *glares* Blogging doesn't seem to be in fashion anymore, though. It's alright. I don't care. If people prefer to read only 140 words on Twitter, they can go tweet. Imma have the time of my life pouring out my heart and soul in eloquent expression for the rest of mankind who can appreciate the power of the written word ahem myself. Pardon the craziness, I'm just so happy to be back in the blogging sphere. Writing has always been a passion, and a squelched passion is never a happy one. Therefore, I'm giving myself a grand welcome back. *Pats own back* Hellllllouuuu world.