Tweets are spoiling you?

Are you sure? I don't see you blogging either? Hmph.

A step taken

I would like to announce that I didn't drink coffee today.

Photos

At a spur of the moment
as the leaves rustle
and the wind calls
when you least expect
at the blink of an aperture
a captured second
in a frame
eternalised

I can't be poetic nor can I be photographic. I've been sitting on my ass for too long. By that, I mean literally in the office. Haven't got to explore the secret realm in that corner of my mind for too long.

I just wanna say JUST YOU WAIT!

I'm coming home...

It's not a typical day, it's not

Finally, I found a reason to blog and I can boast of how today isn't a typical day.

1. I woke up as late as I wanted. 10.30 am instead of 7.30 am!
2. There was breakfast, which is not oatmeal, at 11 am.
3. I got to watch 3 episodes of Canto series in a row.
4. I went for a haircut.
5. I bought myself a hairband, mind you, it has a bow!
6. I ate KFC for lunch.
7. I bought myself Dome's latte. Hah, it's not Starbucks and it's not caramel machiato.
8. I reached office at 3.30 pm and without uniform!

my hairband

my latte


days before I cut my hair

wonders why I always snap pics in the car. lol.

me

looks like a chinx

I need to note, however, that my plan to look younger kinda failed. Despite my cute hairband and hair cut, the guy who collects car park payment called me Kakak.

WTF?

At least call me adik lah.. After all, I spent a good RM15 to cut my hair and another RM15 for my hairband.

Looking Forward, Looking Back

So many birthdays around this time of the year. I'm so tempted to buy a gift and just ship it out. 5 more days to his birthday. Well, I don't supposed he'd still be reading this but Happy Birthday anyway. Probably because of him, every other Libra babies remind me of something.

Surprisingly, 3 years and still looking back but I'm looking forward ever more. I've spotted a lot of cute guys everywhere. *muahahah*

Tommy taught me this yesterday,
boku ga anata no miso shiru ga nomitai!
Literally means I want to drink your miso soup. More than that it means I want to marry you.

I shall remember that in case someone says that to me. Then I would respond
onaka ga sukimashita!
*blush blush*

wanting

Say something silly!

Check, check, check... when was the last time I blogged something? Can't recall. Time's been passing too fast, I could hardly catch my breath.

So happy, life's been such a blessing. I get to play with my doggie and eat good food sometimes. I supposed the best thing that's been happening in my life right now is I get to read books. I'm sorry I said that but I'm really a nerd who loves to read.

Someone came to me today with the term "nerd virgin", I wonder how deadly that combo can be but heck care for now. I'm a nerd and so what?

It's been so long since I have written anything. Do I call that a "writing constipation"? Can't believe how much I miss writing and I miss reading my own words not in the form of letters, memos and announcements. It's a freaking personal note to myself! I'm free to say anything I love. I just need to go, Greetings, Danielle! Welcome to the nerdy World of Danielle where Nothing Has to Make Sense Except for NonSense.

Yeah, weird that I'm documenting my own thoughts and by now, you and I probably realize that none of this is making sense at all. Does it even matter?

Ok, I have a fair share in saying something silly today. I'm satisfied now. Tata, Danielle.

Where creative people get their inspiration?

1. "Roseanne" (1988) {Into That Good Night: Part 2 (#9.24)}
   

   Roseanne Conner: [closing monologue] Everyone wonders where creative people get their inspiration. Actually, I've found it's all around you.
   

2. Take Leon for instance... Leon is not really as cool as I made him. He's the only gay guy I know who belongs to the Elk's Club...
   

3. Then there's Scott. He really is a probate lawyer I met about a year ago and introduced to Leon. I guess I didn't get too creative there...
   

4. A lot of kids have called my son a nerd but, as I told him, they called Steven Spielberg a nerd too. A lot of times nerds are really artists who just listen to the beat of a different drum...
   

5. My mom came from a generation where women were supposed to be submissive about everything. I never bought into that, and I wish mom hadn't either. I wish she had made different choices. So I think that's why I made her gay. I wanted her to have some sense of herself as a woman... Oh yeah, and she's nuts...
   

6. My sister, in real life, unlike my mother, is gay. She always told me she was gay, but for some reason, I always pictured her with a man. She's been my rock, and I would not have made it this far without her. I guess Nancy's kind of my hero too... Cause she got out of a terrible marriage and found a great spiritual strength. I don't know what happened to that husband of hers but in my book I sent him into outer space...
   

7. When Becky brought David home a few years ago I thought, "This is wrong!" He was much more Darlene's type... When Darlene met Mark, I thought he went better with Becky... I guess I was wrong. But I still think they'd be more compatible the other way around. So in my writing, I did what any good mother would do. I fixed it...
   

8. I lost Dan last year when he had his heart attack. He's still the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I miss him... Dan and I always felt that it was our responsibility as parents to improve the lives of our children by 50% over our own. And we did. We didn't hit our children as we were hit, we didn't demand their unquestioning silence, and we didn't teach our daughters to sacrifice more than our sons.
   

9. As a modern wife, I walked a tight rope between tradition and progress, and usually, I failed, by one outsider's standards or another's. But I figured out that neither winning nor losing count for women like they do for men. We women are the one's who transform everything we touch. And nothing on earth is higher than that.
   

10. My writing's really what got me through the last year after Dan died. I mean at first I felt so betrayed as if he had left me for another women. When you're a blue-collar woman and your husband dies it takes away your whole sense of security. So I began writing about having all the money in the world and I imagined myself going to spas and swanky New York parties just like the people on TV, where nobody has any real problems and everything's solved within 30 minutes.
    

11. I tried to imagine myself as Mary Richards, Jeannie, That Girl. But I was so angry I was more like a female Steven Segal wanting to fight the whole world. For a while I lost myself in food and a depression so deep that I couldn't even get out of bed till I saw that my family needed me to pull through so that they could pull through.
    

12. One day, I actually imagined being with another man. But then I felt so guilty I had to pretend it was for some altruistic reason. And then Darlene had the baby, and it almost died. I snapped out of the mourning immediately, and all of my life energy turned into choosing life.
    

13. In choosing life, I realized that my dreams of being a writer wouldn't just come true; I had to do the work. And as I wrote about my life, I relived it, and whatever I didn't like, I rearranged. I made a commitment to finish my story even if I had to write in the basement in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep. But the more I wrote, the more I understood myself and why I had made the choices I made, and that was the real jackpot.
    

14. I learned that dreams don't work without action; I learned that no one could stop me but me. I learned that love is stronger than hate.
    

15. And most important, I learned that God does exist. He and/or She is right inside you, underneath the pain, the sorrow, and the shame. I think I'll be a lot better now that this book is done.

Like a frisbee, it comes back

I used to have a boyfriend and he was the World to me. Everyone else can come next. Everyone else is secondary when he was around. So, I used to repetitively tell my single best friends, "I can't make it because I'm with my boyfriend".

Now it's the reverse. My best friends have boyfriends. So, now they tell me, "Can I have dinner with my boyfriend alone because it's my first time celebrating his birthday?" and "I can't make it because my boyfriend...."

I smiled at the thought of those words. Those familiar phrases that I used on my friends are now being used on me. It's true what goes around comes around. Like a Frisbee I fling out, it's coming back at me.

To my friends, I'm sorry for my ignorance.

Bang, Shriek, Thud

I heard some noise. Weird and disturbing. An extraordinary orchestra of shrieks and bangs and it finished off with a deafening silence.

I saw a woman covering her face in shock across the road. I saw onlooking men facing my side of the building. I looked down from my balcony and I saw a family coming out from their home to find out the noise. Within 30 seconds, they went back home and I went back to mine because from my angle, I couldn't see anything.

This morning when I woke up, I was told, two women fell down from their balcony and both died. The din etched a mark in my head and the deaths officially marked the third jump-off-balcony case at my place this year.

Perhaps it was a good thing, I didn't see anything last night.

3 Vietnamese women fall from 11th floor building in Penang, 1 survives

Updated: 13 Aug 2009

GEORGE TOWN: One of the three Vietnamese women who fell from the 11th floor of an apartment in an attempt to escape a police raid on Tuesday has survived despite having severe fractures. The 25-year-old woman is in stable condition at the Penang Hospital. The three were believed to have been involved in vice activities and police recovered pills, believed to be sexual stimulants, from the bags belonging to the two who died. The women, aged 23 and 33, died on the spot after they slipped while climbing out of the apartment unit in River Road here through a window and landed some 30m below. Their bodies were found in a pool of blood in the open space at the apartment block while the woman who survived landed in a garbage bin in the 9.50pm incident. SOURCE: The Star

Wondersation Conversation: You genuinely care for me or You care to make money?

Hairdresser: Oh God, your hair is so little and you've got Dandruff!
Dee: *smiles*
Hairdresser: You must take care and protect your scalp from now. You should use this anti-hair loss shampoo.
Dee: How much?
Hairdresser: Only RM98.

*One hour later*

Hairdresser: Your haircut is ready. Ta da.~ You should colour your hair, then it'll look more dimensional.
Dee: *smiles*

Dee: *Wonders if dyeing my hair would nourish or damage my hair*

Another Wondersation Conversation of the day.