Thorns on my fingers

Somedays I just want to strangle Ms. Smartypants.
I bet she doesn't even know one of those equipment costs 2K.
Don't tell us what to do when you have no clue what is needed.

If that is not bad enough, Mr. Smartypants insistence on the exact melody is draining off creative juice.
Yet ironically, he's always unprepared for the freaking chords we need.
Reliance on his poodle is just as bad.
If you are asking for precision, be freaking prepared for it for goodness sake!
Otherwise you just have to sit tight and shut up while I take my time to do the bloody transposition for you.


Maybe it's sadly time for another long pause.


And all I can do is look to my left and to my right, knowing that my Twin Towers are there.
Steady and strong. Always reliable. Always looking beyond and focusing on what is most important.
Thank God.
And they make me want to press on another day, another session.
Rubbing some faith into me, to somehow find You again.

Ships of sort

Some get better with time, like good old wine.

Even if you lost visibility of them for some time, they still taste better when you next drink them.

Others are like fermented tofu, it takes a certain grace or a peculiar taste to enjoy their company.
Which in my case requires some efforts of sort.

CNY 2010!

Happy Chinese New Year!

Where fireworks blossoms but never quite reach the stars.

Endorphines

*Trying hard to think of words blog appropriate*

*Came up with nothing*

*Not that I care much, anyway.*


Been brewing mad.
So mad at so many people, on a daily basis,
I'm starting to wonder if I'm ever going to be contentedly consistently content again.

Instead of living for the spikes of endorphines some funny/happy/bloody incidents might release.
Frankly, Dr. House was right everytime he stabs/hurts himself so that there's more endorphines.
And boy, are they addictive!

After a lapse of words...

Things that made my heart glowed recently.

1) Finding my notebook at the oddest place - which I put there for about a month, forgot about it and
only to be frantically searching for the notebook last week when I need it.

2) It is a totally monumental moment for me when my dad helped to smooth pink icing onto a cake.
How many 60plus year old men out there would do that?

3) Fooling around with an iPod during sermon time. *big grin*