Sudokulistic

I began to look forward to The Star every day now. They have this puzzle called Sudoku, with a cover story last Sunday, I think. It's quite an addictive puzzle, frankly speaking, once you have solved the first. The rule is easy; every row, every column of every 3x3 box must contain the numbers 1 to 9 exactly and only once.
Just leaf through the Section Two of The Star, or surf www.thestaronline.com for further info. Or you can also go to www.sudoku.org.uk for the puzzle archive. The latter's site is not much of a website, just a few things here and there, and also a blog for the sudokulist, heheh..

Yesterday, while preparing a nice sumptuous dinner, Criz mentioned that I always managed to hook up all the cute guys in class. But never stay long enough with them. I just realised that I don't really have the guts to keep the cute guys. They will eventually get on my nerve, and in the end I would struggle to quit the relationship...

Cute guys are nice to see, nice to hold. Once hooked, you're the one considered sold. Not them. I was (and still) close with two of the most sought-after guys in the batch, without the strings attached. One might say that I was attracted to them physically. I admit it was true for the first one. He wasn't cute, he was the handsome type. And I guess we both went out for that reason. I was the popular girl, and he was THE guy. Darn him! He almost kissed me! Wished he did...

Melancholia

Sometimes I feel that it is better to die,
when hope is frail and love is so far.
To lose faith, I shall not.
But to stay strong, I am afraid.

What is there for me, God?
Is this a test or just another passerby?
Am I just one of his lovers aplenty?
Or am I destined to share his soul?
Why can't he make up his mind?
Why can't I have this happy moment last?

I love him,
I love him not.
He loves me,
He loves me not.

No one to share with,
No one to confide in.
Where would I stand?
Am I the diamond,
or another grain in the sand?
Am I the star, that brightly lit the sky?
Am I the dark sweet night,
lulling him to sleep with my lullaby.

Will I be forgotten, like the the lost city in the sea.
To be discovered when all is left are ruins.
To live I feel heavy,
To die I would sin.
To love I have plenty,
To receive I have yet one.
To whom I shall cry?

For I find solace in no one but you.
My life is stark darkness without you.
But for how long?

Blogging My Mind

When I first started this blog (or should I say, when I first fill in the empty spaces), I wasn't anticipating for people to read it. Even now. Only if you happens to stumble upon this simple piece, then you are most welcomed to read it. My blog is nothing like Kenny Sia's, whos blog is a daily ritual, my breakfast. I love his entries, but I wouldn't emulate him. Nor will I blog like minishorts, another of my favourites.

Well, some might ask then, what's the point of publishing my thoughts, my activities, racy and clean, politically incorrect some would say, on the net? I could be charge, ya know... I'm bound to the rules of ethics.

Answer: I like to see them on the net. That's all folks!

TGIF

I have always been slow on Fridays. Working like there's no end is not appealing to me. Yet I dunno how I ever end up where I am today.

Boss is on leave, without informing me. And HE assigned me a task which needed to be completed by Monday. The input is with him and I just struggle to make do with what I have.

Yesterday on my way back from work the workshop called. Informed me that the repair works would cost me around RM10k and above... Yikes!!! And I wouldn't have a car for the next 3 months or so... =( I mean, how could a repair be so expensive. It is already one-third the cost of my car! And mine is a malaysian car. Supposedly to be very cheap with more than enough spare parts available. Aaaarrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel so lifeless, so hopeless...

My Ikan Blues...

Funny huh... but my car, a blue Kelisa (blink blink) met with an accident last week. The worst part was that it was not driven by me. Much, much worst is that it's beyond recognition. My fren sure have his luck hanging there when he was pulled out of the wreckage.

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness disappear
You were brought from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you fly so comfortly...

So difficult to explain how wrecked my heart was when I saw the remains of my bluejack... (yup, that's what I called him)...

Monday Pinkies

Should have retitled it as Monday blues... Ahh well... The weekend have been slowww. Not much activity compared to a few weeks ago, when life was just a piece of simplicity.
Been waiting for something to happen last Friday, as it was a Friday the 13th! Scaring myself with silly horror movies...
Started to visit the pool at my apartment for a quick swim. Few laps per day would do good, so Criz, my hommie says. So after a sombre service at SFX Petaling Jaya, I tapau lunch and headed back home for a lazy Sunday.
Liverpoolians must have been in a jolly good mood after beating the Astons...

"My country is the world, and my religion is to do good."

To write up everything you're thinking of might as well expose half of your brain. Well, in a sense that you are opening up to the world that is not your own. I would sum up my venture into blog-writing as a new hobby (that I hope would not go into the drain like others...). Hope others who are more experienced can give me a glimmer of hope...