good morning.

i stayed in bed for two extra hours, saddened by the reality that today is saturday. this means that my long weekend, the thanksgiving holiday spirit, is gone and an ordinary weekend has begun... which isn't too bad by ordinary standard. but i want my long weekend back!

there's so much food here i wish i can share with you. i think i'll start this ordinary day with some california rolls.

i got a new toy the other day that has taken over pretty much all of my day's time.

*picture taken down per subject's wife's request*
he is ready for the battle :P

*picture taken down per subject's request*
sharon waiting for the bird


a full glass and an empty plate post-dinner

hope y'all had a great thanksgiving day!
*note: yes, everyone above except for the glass will kill me if they know i posted their pics like this:P oh well..

it occured to me this morning that there aren't that many days left until next year. my biggest worry is that i might greet year 2003 about ten pounds heavier than i am now. with the amount of pies that i've been stuffing myself with, this is very possible.

running out the door at 10:30 at night to satisfy a craving for sweet potato pie was a terrible idea. i feel very sick. maybe i should call my boss' ext and leave a message saying that i'm not feeling well enough to come in for work. i mean, that's very close to complete honesty.

um... when i talked to you today, i thought today was your birthday. seems like i was mistaken and mixed the dates as usual.

with much guilt, i post:
Happy belated Birthday, Lois! :D

should i share some of today's introspection for public viewing tonight or later?

tonight or later? hm.

seeing that i haven't posted an entry since last thursday (trust me, i was as surprised as you were.) i would like to write a blurb or two. but i'm also eyeing the little clock which says my sleep time is way overdue. tomorrow isn't a holiday yet, so chimes in my conscience.

that's two against one. i'm off to bed. perhaps better luck tomorrow ;)

woo. *news flash* news flash*

john likes me!!!!! :D no, he's not my crush. he's the adorable kid that i wrote about in august. (i think i have a pic of him posted) all this time, i thought he hated me for always bothering him by pinching his cheeks and stuff (i mean, who doesn't like their cheeks to be pinched? c'mon here! ). but i was talking to john's older sister online and i mentioned how cute her brother was and she said he likes me. i'll never understand boys. well, nevertheless, i'm very very flattered. i'm going to buy him a gift. hm. what do kids like these days? are gi joes still in? must go research.

*ACHOO*

sorry, did that germ get to you? i hope not. because there's really no reason why you should suffer just because i do. tomorrow, my boss and my pseudo-boss isn't coming in.... guess when i'm going to work ;) also, tomorrow, Macaroni is coming home for Thanksgiving. Now I don't recall any welcoming banners when I came home for the first time from college, but apparently, they had one for me. hence, my sister expects the same. because times have changed since then, i'm thinking .... blog banners :D muahahaha.

*achoo* gotta drink some more Thera-Flu. I betrayed coffee for Thera-Flu and water this week.

If you wait for me
Then I'll come for you
Although I've travelled far
I always hold a place for you
In my heart
If you think of me
If you miss me once in a while
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart


If you think of me
If you miss me once in a while
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart

If you make a promise
If it's one that you can keep
I vow to come to you
If you wait for me
And say you'll hold
A place for me
In your heart

The Promise -- Tracy Chapman

i can listen to this all day...

so, i learned today that i need to get serious and down to business when i'm talking to my kids in the youth group. for some odd reason, they want to tell me their problems and such, even if it's their geometry class:P so cute. ( um, i hope they never find this page. the last thing high school boys want to hear is the word "cute" assoc. with them, no?) but with all seriousness, it is overwhelming. i've never really dealt directly with issues like owning a gun (something about mac something something something. it's beyond me) or running away from home and hiding away out-of-state. all these lead me to only one thing: getting on my knees and plead for HELP! (btw, if any of the readers know what the wolf brig@de story is, please feel free to share. maybe i'll google-search myself)

i brought so much work from home, but nothing work-related has been touched. and what do you know..it's sleep time ;)

i didn't mean to make my entries ambiguous or encryptic of any kind. not sure if i should apologize for any undue concerns. but maybe it's those ambiguous and encryptic minds who read things in such way :P

so, a straight forward entry here: spent all evening at a bookstore with a friend. now i know why i studied in the "depth" of the mse library when i was in school. bookstores or places with coffee shops just have too much distraction. the hissing noise of milk steamers, parts of conversations i pick up from tables next to us, all sorts of eye-candy on shelves and shelves of books! i have to confess, i do choose my book by its cover.

what else... oh, i found out how i want to be proposed ;) i want my fiance to quote Robert Browning and say, "Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be." i know i know, one step at a time eh?

once again, i digressed and talked about nothing significant. next time i write here, remind me to talk about harry potter the chamber of secrets.

now i see that nostalgia only puts the past on a pedestal.

mister dokko asked in the guestbook "would you still hate it if it [rt.100] were empty and you had all that open highway to yourself?" and the answer is yes, because it is when i have the whole highway to myself that i get pull-over unfailingly. at the same spot. now, i drive with cruise control on to avoid any inclination to step on the gas more than i should. i promised the state trooper last time that i will not speed again (on Rt.100.) afterall, promise is a promise. to this day, i torture myself in secret for not crossing my fingers that very night. it must have been past my bedtime.

on another note, it was too premature to say that i got my adrenaline back for work this morning. i didn't think i would lose it again so soon :T (tgif)

gracias, my ex-co-laborer (but technically according to paul we are still co-laborers, right?). now i've got some heavy-duty reading to look forward to.

happy friday peeps.

Merriam-Webster Online best defines my mood right now.

giddy ['gi-dE] a : lightheartedly silly b : joyfully elated

seems like there's so much going on in the world, with the transfer of power in China and the whole UN inspection in Iraq, and yet i do my own things in my own agenda oblivious to the world news. anyways, just a random thought, trying to make myself sound like a "global" person.:P hey, once upon a time, i was... but now, just a provincial girl leading a provencial life ;) heh... has a "Beauty" ring to it, no?

anyways, something i came across. for any christians serving ministry, i encourage you to listen to Pastor Macarthur's sermon
on Leadership! some really good points about the twelve disciples, especially Peter the short-tempered one of all. some necessary yet often neglected lessons for leaders on submission, restraint, love, etc. go listen! (the first one, from november 6th is only 20 min. long) personally, john's my favorite disciple but after the message, i don't know, peter comes real close too...;) so easily swayed i am.

anyways, did you know that :
"In the third volume of Eusebius's 'Ecclesiastical History,' the first-century historian notes that Peter was martyred around A.D. 61. First, he saw his wife crucified before his very eyes, and then, with a willing heart, he submitted himself to the cross. But feeling unworthy to die in the same manner as his Lord, he asked that he be crucified upside down." (Swindoll · Beholding Christ ... The Lamb of God · p. 108)

i knew about his crucifixion but not of his wife! gosh. and tradition mentions that the whole time he stood at the foot of his wife's crucifix, repeatedly saying "Remember the Lord, remember the Lord."

today's verse for you and me:

"I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. " philippians 4:12

have a good thursday. i'm going to need an extra dose of caffeine today, since my boss got back from a week long conference in miami. (felt like posting a cow:P)

i give up.
:(

to those of you that i bothered through the wonderful AIM, thank you for bearing with me through my struggle. i just didn't think it will *sobbing* end like this! *more sob*

*whew* oh well, i guess i better get another cdrom drive that has better install-kit.

i am tired.
tired is me.

i hate rt.100.
did i say i hate rt. 100?
i know hate is a strong word, but there's no denying it.

*yawn*
someone told me that tomorrow's Veteran's Day. i believe our nation should honor those who served our country by making it a proper national holiday. hence, no one should be going to work. please say this to the president of my work institution. please.

* * *
other than the above ranting, tonight's Match Strike was awesome. so glad i was there... i got my focus back! :D (but i still hate rt.100. it's not sin to hate a highway, right?)

i am a dork.
a big dork...

*banging my forehead on the desk*

"I doubt whether you can even give your telephone number without giving something of yourself." -Nabokov

so through this blog, i am giving something of myself generously and selflessly on (almost) daily basis. whoa.

lastly before it's too late, happy weekend :)

have you guys ever tasted brown water? some people have a tendency to call it coffee but coffee will never snoop that low in its flavor caliber. brown water tastes almost like regular water but with a pinch of brownness. not the most pleasant thing for our tastebuds. so the next time you incur a pot or a cup of brown water, for the sake of coffee (and me), please throw it out. it's a disgrace.

Untitled, saved under MS Notepad, dated 10/24/02 :

at work desk, apple in my mouth.

love this song.

Come and make my heart your home.
Come and make everything and all I know.
Search me though and through
until my heart becomes a home for You.

Home for You, Lord
Let everything I do,
Open up the door for you to come through
that my heart will be a place where you want to be...
-Watermark

time's up!
(editor's note: i had to head out at this point.)

autumn has been my favorite ever since i moved back to the states. i guess i prefer the season's foliage over monsoons. but this year, i haven't been immersing myself in its beauty as much -- no more driving around in circles imagining that i'm in a car or coffee commercial. maybe i'm just becoming more normal that i used to be. perhaps.

speaking of coffee, i need to sip this cup of brew faster than i would like to. it's too cold to take my time these days.

anyways...

sometimes i wish you were my best friend. (here, you being no one particular. just you... whoever you are reading). then i can pour out all the nitty-gritty details of my thoughts. then again, i don't do that with my real-life friends, so why lie? someone pointed out a few months ago that this privacy/detachment issue of mine might be related to the way i moved around every 5 yrs or so. but i'm definitely changing... and taking advantage of people who i know will be around more than 5 yrs in my life. geesh, that last sentence sounds a bit harsh, but i meant it in all the good way ;)

boy, where will i be in five years? i would love to know.

anyways.... to throw another bit of my randomness, i need to stop thinking too much. i rarely live upto my thoughts, ya know?

@ work,

josie : i saw French Kiss last night.
me : oh that's a cute movie.
josie: it made me want to go to paris. i want to go to paris.
me : i'm going to go to paris with my husband.
josie : yeah? when?
me : soon [pause]
me : after we meet.

when are we going to meet?

something magical happens when i drop a cinnamon stick in the pot before i brew my coffee. you should try it, too.

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sunday evening, never know whether i should slow down or speed things up when you are here. :T

today i'm going to keep everything to myself.
even myself.

good day, everyone.
;)