Ramblings of a Rabid Reader...?

I've only traveled the world...the galaxy....the universe in my mind. Through the works of various writers (and no, Janet... none of them what I would term "intellectual"), whose texts overflow the confines of my tiny bedroom, I am a bona-fide world traveler.

Traveling is a cumbersome undertaking, requiring preparation, certification, thought and cash. Wads and wads of liquid assets. WADS! So it would be nice to be able to just pack up a small backpack with the essentials and head off. Something I plan on doing if I ever get to visit Aleeza in L.A. *peers at Aleeza in case she's reading this :D*

Wonder if I could smuggle myself onboard some ocean-liner heading towards her direction. I wouldn't have to worry about a visa or even a passport... only about being deported, and of course, finding a proper loo for the month on sea...

Hmm...

I'll admit it sounds funner (NOT!!!)... but I think I'll do it properly all the same, thanks.

Anyways, I'm just eager to see hubby... will post more on my trip out later :)

Souped to the MAX...

No, not talking about cars here...zomg!!! I had the midnight munchies in a BIG way. So... since I'm supposed to be watching what I put into my (gigantic) belly, I thought of soup. But, hold the phone there! We're out of good ole Campbell's... and I was having a MAJOR craving for soup...

Rummaged in the frig... geez. The veggie crisper's actually stocked, yah? Dunno what m'dad's been on, but he's been marketing. Wow! I found chinese lettuce... so peeled off one leaf. One. Leaf. And grabbed a carrot I suspect was meant for the bunny (sorry Hopper luv!!) and found in the root basket red onions, cloves of garlic, and potatoes.

So... chopped up the pitiful leaf, made little carrot wheels which I halved and set to soak clean. Peeled a potato with a knife not meant for peeling (I was a wee bit afraid I'd slice off a digit with that knife), cubed an onion and smashed up some garlic.

It's not really a big meal. Seriously. The one potato wouldn't have done as much damage as a plate of maggi goreng with the requisite telur mata kerbau, french fried and soggy with week-old oil. I didn't even use a large potato, but a medium-sized one.

But, in my zeal, I had thrown in roughly 2 liters (I suspect it was closer to three liters...) of water, and I felt duty bound to finish it. That much water, plus the two glasses of unflavored H2O, is the reason that I'm now wide awake and sitting up, unable to get horizontal as is my habit, with my book.

Whoa... right after washing up, I was dashing for the loo... that much water, okay?! :p Hahahahaha...!!!

Anyway, I think I'm going to play the Sims 2 some more. I'm way too full to lie down.

But I just want to clarify... it's MOSTLY WATER! (I keep telling myself that, I won't feel so bad about indulging, hehe) :D

Out of Sync

Just recently, I was told not to judge a person (based on whatever they were exuding to make me appear judgmental, I guess?) as I reckon I must've acted as prissy and unlike myself as I could be.

Odd, that. I had the thought that the person (who had told me to not judge people) would probably not have my problem, being an essentially nicer person, and one who (rumor has it) was once promised to the service of God...

I have no actual point, nor defense. I don't believe I was being judgmental, but I know I was a lot less of me, that I'd ever been. If that makes any sense.

I guess, as I get older...no, I can't use that excuse, it doesn't fly. Lol! I've always been somewhat tactless, and a lot less restrained than I ought to be. Anyway, I thought I handled myself quite tactfully, although I have to say, I was bursting at the seams with good (and restrained!) behavior!

There are seasons, shall we say, where I lose my balance both emotionally and socially. It's a deuced pain in the flaming arse, and the only cure for it is enforced isolation. So help me, God... I need to get away again. Regain some balance, regain some tact :p

And of course, am missing the spousie-unit. It's amazing how much more calm and centered I feel when the hubby is around. I guess he really is overdue to return home and help me find myself again. Here's to praying he gets his fine ass back home, and soon!!!

Photos for the Blahs...

It occurs to me when one walks around with an N73, more photos should be snapped on the fly, no?

Anyways, it's 20 minutes past Easter (give or take a minute or three :p) and I've had the blahs just about the whole past week. WM threw a birthday party (for herself) at Jarrod & Rawlins where I encountered these:

*EDIT = I stand corrected. Whye Mun threw a birthday party in appreciation of her friends and not for herself, save one ingrate (read: ME! :D) who insists the sentence up there was not a reflection of the utter pathetic'ness of someone throwing a party for herself, but simply poor usage of the english language :p














Rather than try to figure out why it won't stick to the saved version of these pins in a vertical position, I shall go with WM...and say: "I saw her shoes and ran her over so I could take a picture of her HAWT legs"

Those sandals are beyond "Fuck Me Heels"...those are officially "Tie Me Up, Fuck me, and SPANK ME Heels"....n'est ce pas? ;)

Anyways, that was last night...well, technically, the night before last. And yesterday evening (we're being technical... :p) I was having a major attack of the Blahs... so got Callie online, and made a date to stuff my face with Pavlova from DELIcious in Bangsar Village...

Whipped out my N73 and took these while driving...in order of the journey :D















From the University Hospital exit onto the Federal, my view of our own "Golden Arches"... I take photos while speeding down a highway, which goes to show I probably do have some sort of deathwish. Or something :p No, lets not think about it...
















Another photo that prefers lying down, for some damned reason :p Up Pantai Hill to get to Bangsar Village. Loved the yellow lines, the only bright spot in a generally blah and overcast evening. Cal commented on the raindrops on my windscreen... yeah, so it was cuz of those raindrops we chose to eat at Delicious, cuz otherwise I woulda opted for South Pac in PJ State :D















Aaaaand down the hill. Is that sky just depressing or what? :p I think I was weaving all over the road at that point, and I just couldn't be arsed to give two shits :p Good thing it's a Sunday and traffic was...almost non-existent.
















Aaaand that was taken while stopped at the traffic light at the corner of BV... weather's still blah and grey and depressing as heck. Thank God for Pavlova, calamari fritti and Starbucks ;) But to cap my mood, I returned to my car after my coffee to find that the birds had used my car for target practice :p Oh well, to the carwash it goes first thing tomorrow :)

Gig et al

So...it came to pass that I sang...and all went well. For there was but a grain of doubt that it would not. But it did. So rejoice! Let the spirit soar free with exuberance, Hallelujah!!! :) *Despite Sun's insistence on me wearing my red Celia Loe, I went with the RM30 dress from FOS. With my Nine Wests.




And such love was there for the success of my venture, that I rode forth and bought....

THAT! ---->



I dunno, but the orange color just screamed "Take me! Take me to have and to hold, through rain or shine, TAKE ME!" What's a girl to do, huh? Of course my poor little heart couldn't take its agonized cries of pain and loneliness, sitting unappreciated on the shelf. Heh heh heh.