We lost. For the first time in a while, we lost our top position. Perhaps it's for the better. We need to learn the agonizing rub of the salt on the wound after being too confident about it.
Saw PeiLing through her anxiety attack. I had to admit that it surprised me that a girl as robust could break down like that. Then again, it hit close to home. Alas, my sleeves were a slight booger coated and my arm scarred with nail markings.
I am under the weather as the rain pours heavily outside. Disappointed, so disappointed.
Thanks BegaT, for the little souvenir that will forever keep me away from green jelly. Not to mention, let known my high tolerance to pain. The numbing has finally passed and the sting is kicking in. GG.
Afraid,
Vonnie S.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Q: Enough of the depressing stuffs, let's go for a movie instead!
It is hard for a pencil and pen to get along; although we both know they are of essentially the same tools used for writing and doodling. Strange isn’t it? The world is like so, this madness it unfolds, what seemingly is common are distinct when compared. For example, [one] and [three] were perfectly punctual, as could be expected (but [two] changed time and [four] is drinking away in his own realm, [five] disappears without a trace and [six] was sick) and none of them were in any shape to meet. BS my own kinds lost me an hour on waiting. And even people that don’t run of the mill would know you do not do that many times. It’s disrespectful, and yes, I was utterly flipped, just walked away (my apologies to [one]).
Another example. No one knows this touch, affection, and infliction of pain, once let loose, can kill the creator of heaven and release the devil of dogs. It’s a go or no go game held by a thin fragile strand of horse hair between, the call comes from the other end. Like now, the waiter can’t see the sun shine, nor the stars in their cloud blankets because it pains to see, to realize that she’s just not into you.
Why does this happen? I don’t know.
Except I can only tell the waiter this: time is of the essence…and the incense. Walk away.
The incense is smoking,
The embers are glowing,
And the whole thing is crumbling away.
You're burning daylight and you must strive harder and further,
Even if you got the wrong [undesirable] end of the stick.
Tik tok,
Vonnie S.
Another example. No one knows this touch, affection, and infliction of pain, once let loose, can kill the creator of heaven and release the devil of dogs. It’s a go or no go game held by a thin fragile strand of horse hair between, the call comes from the other end. Like now, the waiter can’t see the sun shine, nor the stars in their cloud blankets because it pains to see, to realize that she’s just not into you.
Why does this happen? I don’t know.
Except I can only tell the waiter this: time is of the essence…and the incense. Walk away.
The incense is smoking,
The embers are glowing,
And the whole thing is crumbling away.
You're burning daylight and you must strive harder and further,
Even if you got the wrong [undesirable] end of the stick.
Tik tok,
Vonnie S.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Q: Half a million flying flamingoes spells pink skies. Here's a news flash: I hate pink.
Phew, just habis baca The Kite Runner. With this being my third time, this astounding book never ceased to amaze me. He teaches me that an author does not need bombastic words to produce great stories.
Bet you didn't know something about the book. Hm...only if you actually read the book.
On page 367, Amir to Sohrab:
"I read once that, in Malaysia, they use kites to catch fish," I said. "I'll bet you didn't know that. They tie a fishing line to it and fly it beyond the shallow waters, so it doesn't cast a shadow and scare the fish."
Ah, such a pleasant surprise.
Vonnie S.
Bet you didn't know something about the book. Hm...only if you actually read the book.
On page 367, Amir to Sohrab:
"I read once that, in Malaysia, they use kites to catch fish," I said. "I'll bet you didn't know that. They tie a fishing line to it and fly it beyond the shallow waters, so it doesn't cast a shadow and scare the fish."
Ah, such a pleasant surprise.
Vonnie S.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Q: If you got locked out of your own apartment, it is no longer funny.
Why was ShetaT so happy today?
A. Because I made her Alfredo spaghetti.
B. Because she got some money.
C. Because no one came to our house.
D. Because she heard me flirting with someone.
If your choice was...
A. You’re right! Since it does make absolute sense. It's one of her favorite dishes conjured by mua. She’d eat that all day without complaints (minus the fact that she has a small bulge on her waist). Well, they did say “the way to the heart is through the stomach”.
B. Bull’s-eye! Except that she owes me a lot less now, which is a good thing, for I’m getting my dough back too. That girl earned some over the net. At least I don’t have to explain to papa where the money’s at before rollback kicks in.
C. Of course! She just hates to be around some noisy rascal that she thinks would go spread nonsensical rumors about her. The quieter the home, the less severe the paranoia. All is well.
D. Bingo! How did that happen…I have no idea. Period.
What if I say it's all of the above?
Happy thoughts,
Vonnie S.
A. Because I made her Alfredo spaghetti.
B. Because she got some money.
C. Because no one came to our house.
D. Because she heard me flirting with someone.
If your choice was...
A. You’re right! Since it does make absolute sense. It's one of her favorite dishes conjured by mua. She’d eat that all day without complaints (minus the fact that she has a small bulge on her waist). Well, they did say “the way to the heart is through the stomach”.
B. Bull’s-eye! Except that she owes me a lot less now, which is a good thing, for I’m getting my dough back too. That girl earned some over the net. At least I don’t have to explain to papa where the money’s at before rollback kicks in.
C. Of course! She just hates to be around some noisy rascal that she thinks would go spread nonsensical rumors about her. The quieter the home, the less severe the paranoia. All is well.
D. Bingo! How did that happen…I have no idea. Period.
What if I say it's all of the above?
Happy thoughts,
Vonnie S.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Q: For you a thousand times over.
Lying belly down on RyanA's bed while munching Angel Wafer with my right hand and pinning The Kite Runner's pages with my left. ShetaT is singing her Chinese songs. RyanA DOTAing and PJ's Monster Huntering. How many more of these carefree days are left I wonder?
Hope this post will remind myself, of days spent without the need to be productive. Days that had me loving life for its simplicities. And that I have my parents to thank for.
Darlo jan, tashakor.
Vonnie S.
Hope this post will remind myself, of days spent without the need to be productive. Days that had me loving life for its simplicities. And that I have my parents to thank for.
Darlo jan, tashakor.
Vonnie S.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Q: Her horses can swim, but your airplanes can't fly.
Being in the same room with two emo-ing individuals is not good for the heart. But it is only to be expected of a Psychology major to provide some sort of consultation or solution to the dilemma in mind. Forgetting the fact that I was still “in-training”, I sat silently for a whole minute, staring at them both, careful not to step on a landmine that could possibly leave my “clients” either scarred for months or worse still, not gaining anything from this exchange. My main priority was to walk out from Apt A19 with a smile on the face knowing that the heavy mist surrounding them has lifted for good. The silence broken as she spoke first. Nice, now we’re getting somewhere.
[A partial love story, you guys like to call it “one-sided”. She’s been at it for a while, all of us, aware of this impossible relationship and of her endless pining for his attention. Wishful thinking, the girl wants to wait on miracles, believing that her efforts would pay off one day. Denial is hounding her willingness to let go, eventhough the guy had already rejected her advances quite some while ago.]
Sniffles can be heard and she reached for the tissue box. Shuffling in my seat, I immediately jumped into the REASONING mode. This story has been heard once too many times from her, and this I hope, is the last. 30 minutes later, she remained quiet; perhaps she was reluctantly trying to digest reality.
He smiled at my seemingly successful intervention and winked, as if to say, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, same time, and same place.” Returning the favor, I gestured to the girl, a sign to wish her a good night’s sleep. On the way out, I pat on his broad shoulders. ShetaT hovered at the stairs quizzically, and immediately I was showered with questions. Rumors remained unanswered.
How is my "client" doing now? She’s with her laptop singing the blues away. :)
Teddy Grahams to the rescue!
Vonnie S.
[A partial love story, you guys like to call it “one-sided”. She’s been at it for a while, all of us, aware of this impossible relationship and of her endless pining for his attention. Wishful thinking, the girl wants to wait on miracles, believing that her efforts would pay off one day. Denial is hounding her willingness to let go, eventhough the guy had already rejected her advances quite some while ago.]
Sniffles can be heard and she reached for the tissue box. Shuffling in my seat, I immediately jumped into the REASONING mode. This story has been heard once too many times from her, and this I hope, is the last. 30 minutes later, she remained quiet; perhaps she was reluctantly trying to digest reality.
He smiled at my seemingly successful intervention and winked, as if to say, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, same time, and same place.” Returning the favor, I gestured to the girl, a sign to wish her a good night’s sleep. On the way out, I pat on his broad shoulders. ShetaT hovered at the stairs quizzically, and immediately I was showered with questions. Rumors remained unanswered.
How is my "client" doing now? She’s with her laptop singing the blues away. :)
Teddy Grahams to the rescue!
Vonnie S.
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