(clipped run)

Walking the way a model walks (with a pair of 9cm stilettos) makes wearing my favourite heels feels like a cinch. Argh!

For me, Sunday starts at 4AM as I'm going off to church at 7 (prepping up starts at 4:30.) By now it's pretty clear the schedule may be a bit exhausting. I'll need to take some honey tomorrow, just to play it safe. Oh, I almost forgot to say that this blog was posted at around 11PM local time.

Okay, that's all for now... I'm off to bed! Take care :)

(...rrrrrring!)

Dear all, I'm sorry I can't take your calls or reply to your messages right away. The answer to Wednesday's jitters were quelled that very night (all while stuck with an overheated clutch.)

All that I can say is that now I am privy to many things I could only imagine of. The list of demands is long and it's physically exhausting to complete the day, but I will do the best to my abilities and let God do the rest :) Keeping my sanity intact is a very important priority indeed!

Finally, I have no idea whether the font comes out as Arial or not, since I've never used Blackberry's browser for blogging. Ponky, I'm following your lead :E

Take care and keep your sanity intact. Note to myself: be slow to complain and quick to lend a helping hand.

Part The Waters

I'm feeling lonely, and I feel proverbially drowned (hence the blog's title.)

Still listening to music right now, as well as calming my nerves and trying to channel a good portion of brainpower towards translating an invitation. Havoc tends to happen when I go nervous, hence the need to calm myself down. Just on the side, it's unimaginable how I'd be if I took MDMA pills, as I'm already a restless person without it!

To be honest, it takes courage to choose my path in life and even more when it comes to sticking up with it. I've been doing this interview: I started off being merely curious but now feels like I'm going for the first place! Moreover, since stability and ample time rank high on my list, not hearing about it makes me nervous. The nervotic experience is not pleasurable, but it's so hilarious to observe how I have a batallion of butterflies busily fluttering in my tummy. I'm lucky to have friends to keep me a-ground and tell me to get rid of those butterflies.

I also need to be myself, to be courteous and to be proper. Meh heh heh :E

Returning to the question of what makes me beautiful, this is the answer that is and shall be from now on: congeniality and a genuine concern of the well-being of others around me. Please keep reminding me on this matter! :D

Alright, now it's time to sink my head into translation works. Typing up this blog has certainly helped defuse the bomb ticking in my mind (I don't know why it ticks, or for how long it will keep ticking.) In the end it's good to have my concentration back. After all, blogging's like writing an article about one's piece of mind, isn't it?

Cheers, take care and keep your sanity intact!

When I feel I'm going under... part the waters, Lord
When I feel the waves around me, calm the sea
When I cry for help, oh hear me Lord and hold out Your hand
Touch my life
Still the raging storm in me...

I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford

I need Thee, oh I need Thee
Every hour I need Thee
Oh bless me now, my Saviour
I come to Thee

I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain
Come quickly and abide, or life is vain

I need Thee, oh I need Thee
Every hour I need Thee
Oh bless me now, my Saviour
I come to Thee

How to Save a Life

I see so many portraits of women of all ages, and it dawns on me that certain things (e.g. pleasant-to-look-at face, svelte or voluptuous body) are simply not a foolproof pointer somebody is beautiful and/or desirable. Take the example of an inang tua (auntie) of mine: at 68, she still radiates a certain air of refinement it is neither snobby nor weak. Yes, she had a comparably delicate facial structure compared to her fellow female clan members. Yes, she coloured her hair black as many women of her age do. No, she didn't put any makeup on. No, she wasn't wearing branded clothes. No, she wasn't impressively genius but she is able to carry a conversation to please both the guest-in-conversation and her curiosity (hence a good host). Therefore, in her I observed beauty consists of grace, patience, intelligence and a little bit of a sweet face.

Some people possess this smile so genuine it makes you want to keep them smiling just for the sake of looking at their smiling face; I can't explain why.

On the issue of being a woman, I would like to state that I behave differently in the sense that I feel less inhibited to express my beliefs and act upon them. What I observe during the past year of my life that this is not the common approach women in Indonesia use when expressing themselves. However, I also admit that there are a number of areas in which I still need to brush myself up. Go figure! Fingers crossed :D

There is one question that I must answer: what makes me beautiful?

(Honestly, I think it's a question that may take a lifetime to answer.)

Take care and sleep well.

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and gave him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Don't Sleep Away

Don't want to complain.
It's pretty daunting to start over again.
(Do I actuall know what I'll be blabbing on this post anyway? I don't think I have a clue. But anyway, it's a blog.)

Let's start with work... work pressures are lessening. It's a bit of a worry given the mountains of paperwork that come after the project is finished... gosh... when will people start accepting the responsibilities that come from their fulfilled wishes?? :p Task-wise, I no longer have the burden as the operational team has been taking over the task for close to a fortnight, making my life easier ^^ On the other hand, work is like counting down the days. Must pack up!

Secondly, I didn't know martabak telor could be sooo delicious! :p,,

Well, honestly... it's a pleasant surprise to have an easy load at work for the past couple of days. I'm just hoping to score a good place to stay in, and go through a relatively smooth transition period. Gosh, landlords and landlady, I'm in Indonesia for goodness sake!

Also hoping for lots of facial and no blemishes on my face... hehehe... :p *fingers crossed*

I've been driving my mother's black sedan lately. It's a manual car with its hand brake located next to the clutch (!) which translates to the need to have a third leg to quickly manoeuvre the car without stalling the engine. On Wednesday, I was heading back home from church, going down a long roundabout ramp of some sort (no idea what its proper term is) when suddenly the headlights of a car appeared... from the OTHER direction! (Was the driver illiterate? *:q) It certainly made life interesting that particular night, since I needed to retrace the way on reverse, uphill. I would probably have passed any car driving licensing test that night :p

Blah, what an unmotivated blogger I am today.

Alright, I better go, especially since I need to pack up and head off to buy paper for dress patterns before going to music practice. I hope the GM turns up soon... :) Take care!

Don't sleep away this night, my baby
Please stay with me at least till dawn
It hurts to know another hour has gone by
And every minute is worthwhile, it makes me so afraid

Don't sleep away this night, my baby
Please stay with me at least till dawn
It hurts to know another hour has gone by
The reason is that I love you...