where is the wit?

i think the Bronte sisters are such miserable bags. its no fun reading their novels. well, jane eyre had a happy ending but mr rochester went blind! emily bronte's wuthering heights, what was that all about? heathcliff was a stark-raving madman. let us now consider anne bronte with her period piece Agnes Grey and the tenant of wildfell hall. agnes grey wasn't too bad, abit dry. The tenant was another thing altogether, depicting drunkenness, degradation and violence.
miserable creatures. and i've run out of austen books to read.

auditory companionship

listening to news on the radio is strangely comforting. i wonder why. listening to IFBN and front page news on wstw.fm is calming to the auditory senses. i think i derive companionship from conversations over the radio. worrying? anyway, my favourite is still the earl cox commentary, that black man sure has a deep velvety soothing, albeit slightly booming tone, much like James Earl Jones.

ah, frivolous wonderings late at night.

ah to elicit sweet dulcet tones from the faithful pianoforte with my lithe fingers again. all that's left is to play the air piano esp. when a fantastic song is playing on the airwaves.

oh hooray! today is sunny. what a precious day.

like a hungry dog waiting for a bone, i am sun starved.

"Blessed is the man who listens to Me, watching daily at My doors, waiting at My doorway.

For whoever finds Me, finds life and receives favour from the Lord." Prov. 8:34-35.

the other aishwarya girl

11 good folks and a dog named Lassie at the Air Itam Dam.
pictures courtesy of mei wan and lyndsey!

planes, trains & automobiles. turn them all around!

its adios to the land of plenty(plenty of oily good food that is) and aloha to the land of crazy wind and drab food. i am always that glass-half-full kind of person. *heh*
anyhooo...no more walking around in the sun, watching terrapins and kayaking till my left arm falls off.
snivels.

favourite pics from kayaking! wheeheehee

autumn in salford

8 days remain. they'll have to drag me kicking and screaming to the airport. i shall put up a good fight. whats so annoying is the departure date is September 15th. that is a day before September 16th (if you didn't know that already). how inconvenient. again, i am missing all the celebrations and excitement. oh well, am immensely blessed for the food, church, Harp & Bowl sessions, outings and the all important lazing around at home. more next year! i am going to miss church...!!

things to look forward to in the UK: make me some cookies, muffins, cucumber sandwiches, jars of lemonade, treacle pudding and look for the Faraway Tree where Moonface lives in (go brush up your Enid Blyton knowledge).