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should i get this? so purty... RM62 + RM8 shipping charges O_o
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| Since I am lepakking in office on a Sunday, here's another entry on the US trip. Biggest mistake is blogging about it five months later from when it happened, probably will miss out on the littlest details. "An unreflected experience is a wasted experience", as Colin used to tell us at RBS (yes, six years on and it still "haunts" me, in a good way, to keep on journaling/blogging!)
Thurs, May 21
Woke up pretty late - A Eng Lee already HAD her breakfast and was already chatting on the PC downstairs by the time I reached the breakfast area! I think we chatted online with Lokkie and my brother for a while. I go back to the room to laze around. I think A Eng Lee came back up and we watched some TV as we waited for Chuen to arrive - there was a delay as he was helping a friend move some stuff.
Much, much later... the room phone rings and guess who.... :) All I could think of was: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He arrives and crashes onto bed exhausted from presumably helping friend carry TV and other big heavy stuff.. or maybe it was just a really big TV. A Eng Lee and I dash across to the other side of a really wide road to tapau lunch from McD's. The menu is totally different so we tembak and ordered a variety of burgers to takeaway, one with bacon, no doubt! The nurse seemed pretty irked by our indecisiveness, but hey, we're new in this town! Sheesh! :P
In true gondol fashion, we napped for a very short while after lunch as it was just too hot an afternoon to head downtown so soon. Hunted for the train station and took a while figuring out the ticketing machine but we were finally on a train downtown!
[to be continued as I can finally go home from office!]
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| I interviewed an elderly man in his 70s -- complete with beard and full of Confucious-inspired Chinese proverbial wisdom to share -- this morning and this was what he told me over lunch (we had been talking since before the interview started):
"You have a lot of... passion. That means you are very.... 情感
...*pauses for a moment to think of how to translate it for this banana girl* that means, sentimental (or maybe he meant emotional?) That means, you fall in love easily, and when you love, you love with all your heart, and even more than the other person! True or not?!" he laughed. Hmm. Reminds me of a conversation I had with Erik once upon a time at the State yong tau foo stall.
That led to an awkward yet humorous conversation with other older uncles giving me advice about love and life. What an peculiar but humourous morning.
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When I first saw you, I
thought you were just ordinary. A plain simpleton… but as we traveled from
Chicago to LA, slowly, I realized the true potential you had when we hung out
at the airport in Salt Lake City. You looked different then, a little more
dressed up than the usual you. Then, you were gone…
just like that. I tried to slow down our parting, but it was inevitable. I had
to board a plane… you had to go too.
Ah bagel. I miss you. You tasted too good I had
to eat you.
Our last picture before we parted...
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| Blessed to have lived more than two decades. Waking up every morning is a miracle, if you think about it - there are people who have not woken up from their sleep.
Torn about work. Deep down, I don't know if I can do this forever.
Lonely when I am distant from my Heavenly Father. True contentment that comes from abiding.
Deep joy when I hear of a friend returning to God after being away for a long time. Only God makes them grow.
Gutted when I have to choose between priorities in relationships. You can't have everything, dad always said.
Warmed by God's goodness in small everyday ways.
Guilty for always finding excuses and focusing on the hopelessness. O me of little faith.
Humbled by and grateful for acts of generous and extravagant love shared with me.
Hopeful about what the future holds.
Pray with me as I work on this renovation in progress - myself. Through You, I can do everything.
Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know His power
In quietness and trust
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father You are King over the flood
I will be still, know You are God
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