Would Mitch laugh or sulk if he knew I had conveniently stolen his best-selling book title as the idea for the title of a blog in this humble little space? Judging by how friendly and warm he was by our very brief meeting, I doubt he would be upset.
Mitch Albom happily signing his name away!
Yes, I finally met up with this international best-selling author of Tuesdays With Morrie (now you know where my blog title came from!), 5 People You Meet In Heaven, For One More Day and the latest addition to his family of inspirational books – Have A Little Faith.
The verdict was out. I stared at the screen in dismay as two digits splayed out in a big, loud fashion – 73. How could it be? How could I have degenerated so fast over the last few days?
I was 73 years old, physically. But, barely a week ago was I only 63! So, what happened in between?
I couldn’t accept this fact. Depression overcame me as I slumped in the couch, pressing my knuckles and letting them sink deeply into the soft, plush leather seat – my comfort zone – and reflected upon my own misery.
When you think of a national park, what picture comes into your mind? Do you see a beautiful garden with blooming flowers dancing in the air, happy and fruitful bees decorating the horizon and possibly a sparkling lake radiating serenity and happiness to every visitor?
Well, I saw that in my mind, and it drew me like Winnie the Pooh to honey. I was hopelessly seduced and tempted to the idea of lunching by the lake. It would be idyllic and so romantic, I thought.
Dear friends,
It’s another new decade! Or well, almost. Remember the time when everyone was on their toes about the new millenium? We’re worried and still ful of anticipation of what this new era is going to bring us. New inventions, new dreams, new hopes.
Has it been like this for you for the past nine years? Or has it been even better than you’ve imagined? Or worse?
Well, whatever it is, we’ve come through those fears and we’re entering into the year that will mark the first decade of the millenium. I don’t know about you, but I’m truly, deeply, madly excited!!
My husband and I are in our second leg of my 18-day China trip. Already, it has been pretty eventful. I realised that C doesn’t only stand for China, but a China that is full of Constructions, Confusions, Confidence-Building and Creativity.
My friend who is staying in Guangzhou, my first stop, told me that there are currently three thousand construction projects going on at the same time – all because the city is getting ready to impress the world once again at the 2010 Asian Games, where it will play the host.
Yes, I’m back in KL. Back to the house with plenty of laughter, joy and happiness. Inevitably, moments of exasperation would set in dotting the whole happy ambience when conflicts appear among those boys, but they only serve to make the moments after even sweeter.
Five months of separation created a huge and fierce longing to be in their company. This anticipation grew especially strong during the last seven weeks of countdown and finally culminated in this childishly exhilarating reunion. Childish, because we would be willingly, happily and beautifully reduced to being children, all over again.
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Those fingers gently yet firmly caressed my arms in masterful strokes, moving up and down. The slightly rough bits found in the scrub added texture and pressure to the massage. I could feel the dead cells of my skin exfoliated, scrubbed and cleansed. Instantly, I was one kilogram lighter.
Then, those same fingers found their way to my upper shoulders and kneaded away my fatigue, before ending their voyage on my face. I could feel the molecules on those areas being teased and pampered as my pressure points were lovingly tended to, sending a wave of bliss over my entire body and soul. It was like I was floating in the air. The warmth of the bed reminded me that I was still rooted: I was on Earth, and not heaven.
TGIF? Well not really for me. It’s been a really, really dry week for me. And I mean that as I have no idea what to write for the entire week! Gosh!
At Stuart’s suggestion, I went out yesterday. With an original plan to sit at a cafe and watch the world go by, I changed my course and decided to prowl for my elusive mobile phone! Off I went to Funan IT Mall (you may ask, why there? Well, because some guy from HTC Customer Service told me Challenger and one more shop at Funan had live sets for me to test before I decide which model to buy!). Didn’t get to test any HTC sets (those shops mentioned didn’t really carry any, save for one model per store. Ha!) except for the super heavy HTC Touch Pro 2, which was a tad too weighty for me, hence it was eliminated from my watchlist.
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival my dear friends!
I was having breakfast this morning when it suddenly dawned on me that I haven’t been seeing any shops selling lanterns. Only mooncakes were displayed abundantly everywhere. So, where have all the lanterns gone?
I miss those lanterns of yore sorely. Coming in various designs – chicken, rabbit, dog – these lanterns made of colourful translucent papers were hanging proudly in the shops, blatantly wooing children like myself to pester our parents for some money to buy them home.
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How did my mum come up with number in the first place?
It all began with this …
Hubby had been craving to sing for some time. Due to some incidences and circumstances, his wish hadn’t been fulfilled.
Finally, we found a window of time to sing on this Sunday. 3 hours was all we got. So, I asked my mum along and she readily agreed. Well, rather hesitantly I would say. After all, she was afraid that she might be “in our way”. How unfounded her worries are! The microphone will be in the way, practically all the time haha!
