Sunday morning

A day by the pool

Superduper mushroom soup

On sick leave

I had a fever of 102 yesterday. The doctor was a kind old man who shook his head when he found out that I spent the day at work. 'Look, with the way your body's working now, I'm surprise you managed to find your way to my clinic!' Being stubborn about not wanting to take any antibiotics, the doctor was quite firm 'You don't have a choice, the infection is quite bad and if you really want to get better, you need to take this.'

Well, I have been feeling under the weather for some time now but I thought it was just me feeling my sometimes tired moments. A little stress can't hurt. Mind over body right? I figured if I just caught a movie or just chill out during the weekends then everything will be fine. But I guess it wasn't enough. My body started to ache in the morning and then with the climbing temperature, it got to a point where I could not sit still as every part of my body was aching terribly. I guess this is my body's way of saying 'I need a break, you haven't been very good to me so take that!'. Sigh. I suppose I deserve it. It's the long hours at work and my brain working on overdrive and thinking that as long as my brain is working well then all's under control.

So this is me now on bedrest with a whole bunch of tissues around me to cope with my runny nose and a cup of hot green tea. The meds took effect last night and I woke up in a sea of perspiration which gave me a sense of relief. It's all a humbling experience. If you don't have your health, you really don't have anything. Lots of truth in that one.

Now, where did I put those runners of mine?

Musings

Thanks Ginger, I had fun putting this together.

1.What is your first name? 2. What is your favorite food? 3. What high school did you go to? 4. What is your favorite color? 5. Who is your celebrity crush? 6. Favorite drink? 7. Dream vacation? 8. Favorite dessert? 9. What you want to be when you grow up? 10. What do you love most in life? 11. One Word to describe you. 12. Your flickr name. 1. Reflection "I", 2. amuse, 3. Na Porta do Convento do Santo Antonio (At the Door of St Anthony's Convent), 4. Olive tree and pot 1862, 5. clive owen, 6. sweet alyssum, 7. extraordinary symbols, 8. raspberry sorbet on a very hot day, 9. What a Rose Can Say, 10. Relaxing, 11. 365 : Day 75, 12. Baby blue

Quiet noise

This is my favourite spot. It's my quiet time corner. It's a spot I send myself to when things get too noisy in my head. When it's a long day after work, I like it when no one's home. In fact when that happens, I do a little dance of joy. No one needs my attention and no one asks me questions about the day and no one talks to me about their day. I guess I have my selfish moments. While I have my need-for-attention days, I just want to be left alone on enough-of-attention days. So to keep away from noise, I retire to my what I call my little-civilized-cave which is essentially an ikea sofa chair stuck in a corner. This chair also doubles up as a clothes stand. It's quite versatile. Sometimes it eats up my receipts and then it spits it out. This is most useful when I need to return something that I bought and the receipt somehow shows up on the sofa.

I like this spot because no one comes in here or if they do, they'll go about their business without a spoken word. I don't know why. I like the power it has. When I sit in this corner, the noise in my head either disappears or makes itself known more clearly. Suddenly, it is no longer noise in my head but little tunes that make sense. Serenity washes over me and I feel ready to face the world again.

Simply Her

It's been a long week and I'm just out of sorts. My brain feels like mush. It's as if it's been on overdrive for a really long time. I want to take a year off and perhaps go to the Maldives and feed the fishes or be a tree hugger. The last I checked, my bank account didn't allow for it. Instead I settled for 20 minutes of downtime with my favourite magazine. It could say Simply Me and it wouldn't have made a difference. It has a bit of everything. Inspiring stories about women, budget shopping, new gadgets, ratings of things like where to get the best chilli in a bottle and little neat ideas just about everything. I like it so I thought I'll share it with you. The end.

Champagne

Smooth biolettes in lemon topaz wrapped in 14k goldfilled wires. Just under 4 cm.

Citrine

Gorgeous cut of citrine gemstones with 14k goldfilled wires. Length about 3 cm.

The rag and bone man

Ka-rung-gu-ni
gu-po-zhua gu-sa-khor

ka-rung-gu-ni
pai-dian-si-ki gu-le-lio

Ka-rung-gu-ni

gu-po-zhua gu-sa-khor

My latest addiction



Nuts.

Gone Bananas

I bought my ixus canon a while back and only recently began to explore what I can do with this camara. I have no idea what I'm doing but with these left in the kitchen, I thought they'd make good subjects.











I think I like this pair best.

June's giveaway

June's giveaway goes to #2 Kari! Thank you so much for dropping by everyone! Please look forward for more to come in July! Have a great week ahead!

Stop dreaming will you

It's quite disconcerting to recieve a kick from your husband when you're already in your REM stage of sleep. I was ready to throttle him when I realized that he was still sleeping. Then I spent the rest of the night making sure we had some great distance between us coz I wasn't sure if he had finished playing his game of football or maybe he was battling evil vampires in his head. Either way, I hoped he wins and leaves me alone. I was going to REALLY kick back if he did that to me again. He didn't. So his knee caps were spared.

I asked him about it the next day. He burst out laughing and couldn't stop. I was not impressed. But I waited for his explanation. It'd better be good. Turned out that a huge burly man was trying to grab him. He ran. But the man caught up and he panicked. So he kicked. With all his might. Like I said. I was not impressed. He was amused.

My husband has to read before he goes to bed and due to his wide interests in various subjects from japanese animae comics, to a history of assasins, to Karl Popper and Men without Bones, it's no wonder he often has really weird dreams. I, on the other hand, have a boring life and hence my dreams are kinda safe and non violent. Until last night.

He had come home with a bevy of girls and re-decorated the house. He was smiling. I was mad. And then WOLP! I hit him hard. He said he had woken with a jolt rubbing his arm bewildered and had stared at me. I was in a state of peaceful slumber. The next morning. He wanted an explanation. I burst out laughing. He was not impressed. I was amused. This is what happens when your bedtime reading is about infidelity.

My husband has decided that his bedtime reading tonight is going to be about self-defence.