Took a little weekend excursion to Pattaya and Rayong beaches with friends. Can’t really write much now since I’m still in a state of shock as what goes on at South Pattaya’s Beach Road at night. Haaa! Welp, it has been an interesting 2002 but I’m ready to move on… Hmm, I don’t remember making any personal resolutions earlier so there’s not need for a year-end report now. But surprisingly, I’ve got several etched in my head for next year. They would include a piano, a pair of dumb bells and a backpack. Hmm.. have fun wondering. Hehee. Anyways, read someone else’s thought on a resolution list. Cheers for 2003!
Bald Women December 26, 2002
Amazing how some women choose (by choice or not) to lose their crowning glory and go for that bold look. Bald. I have seen bald (and dandruffy-looking) dogs and it’s not a happy sight. Naturally bald chickens (or with veryyyy little feathers) don’t look any healthier. But bald people?? Welp, anyone bald sure catches the eyes/attention quicker than hairy heads since shiny scalps probably make good mirrors. Tehee! And I’ll agree that most bald men look fetching. Edgy and shekshi. Women choosing to go bald is like Santa Claus deciding he should be half his standard weight. Yeah, yeah, in our minds a skinny Santa would look funny and flawed but who of us ain’t funny and flawed? Wohooo! for botak girls.
Weddings December 23, 2002
Went to a friend’s wedding yesterday. I must say it was one of the most beautiful weddings I’ve ever attended… Simple elegance. No flaunting laces and frills. No over-burgeoning rose bushes. No lengthy homily. No bawling Bible boy. Heeh! Lots of good music and dedication songs to set the ambience. The ceremony was more a less like the fruitcake at their reception. Not saturated with sugar yet enough sweetness to make you go, “Aaah…” and go for a second round or more. Is it any wonder that Elizabeth Taylor went for the seventh? Or was it the eight?
Carolling December 19, 2002
Welp, almost everyone on campus is going off to destination fun and relaxation during the next two weeks. Those staying back are either workaholics, scrooges or plain unlucky people. Since I’m neither a worka–what? (Oo tidaaak), nor a scrooge (I’m broke, that’s worse than a scrooge), then I qualify to be unlucky. Unlucky people usually tends to ‘look’ busy but it’s really a cover-up for a dead vacation. The act on my list includes: making noisy carols with the college choir (a.k.a. remaining workaholics/scrooges/unlucky people) in a downtown hotel; attending ALL three weddings at the college chapel this month (to gorge on the fruitcakes); window-shopping, bed-hogging, yada-yada… Anywots, for what it’s worth, happy holidays, boys and girls. Merry Christmas. Selamat Hari Natal. Osonong Tadau Kirimas. Vanekem.
Blue December 12, 2002
It’s nearing weekend and I’ve got the flu and the blues. The combination is pretty dreary… Part of me wants to go to bed. The other part of me wants to go to some sunny beach. But here I sit at my desk, feeling like the world is on top of me and musing lines after lines of downers that starts with “If only…” Hmm. If only it snows in Thailand… If only Sabah is 5 minutes away… If only I’m bold enough… If only urhm… Argggh! Stopit.stopit.stupit.stupid.stupiddd!
Day of Rest December 7, 2002
Aaah, the Day of rest–although there was not much rest done, really. Last week was a flurry of activities, somewhat a preview of how this month will be like. I’m sure this is gonna be a quick December. Especially since it’s deck-the-halls-with-bough-of-hollies month. Anyways, I’ve been a good girl.
Attended church this morning and tried my best to concentrate on the speaker. He sure was animated with at least 1001 accompanying gestures including one that had him cupping his buttocks whenever emphasizing a point. Was tempted to nudge my seatmate about it but the guy behind us was cute. So I behaved. Te-heehee!
But a rear-grabbing preacher wasn’t the highlight of the day. A cave visit later in the afternoon was. I don’t like the smell of caves nor its eerie darkness. And it didn’t help to be reminded of Blair Witch Project, Stephen King’s It, Exorcist, and whatever horror flicks while in the dark. *snort* Me and my creepy mind… Luckily there were 22 of us and I gather my confidence in numbers (that and humming Jalan tentera Isa). The best part I thought was climbing the rocks and cave walls. Stretching the limbs and trying to find the best grip or foothold were fun. Getting there safely and successfully gave a grand feeling. Like I’ve just conquered the world. Like I’ve just seen the view of the ocean from a high edge. Like I’ve just killed that darn mosquito that sucked my blood. Ha! Whatever. Before I lose my ‘high’ I better go sleep and hopefully still feeling like I’m on the top of the world tomorrow (and for the rest of the week)…
Goldfish December 4, 2002
“Goldfish have memory spans of about 10 seconds” (quoted NST). If it is true then I’m relieved for my colleague’s tiny fish. For some reason it’s kinda distressing to see that creature swimming idiotically round and round in its small bowl. Bodoh and beautiful. But since it practically has no recollection of swimming in the same spot for thousands of hours (thus saving it from death caused by boredom or insanity) then I guess life is not cruel. Errr… right?
