Language, at its most basic, is a tool for communication. But, in reality, we know that language is also a tool that can be manipulated to impress, to play around with, hide meanings, relay double meanings and even to intentionally relay the wrong message altogether with the proper choice and omission of words. I don’t know about you but I’m all for effective communication–the simpler, the better.

- Taken from House on a Hill.

If when we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, having been reconciled, we shall be saved by His life 

[Romans 5:10]

I can't believe the year is almost over.

Does time really go that fast or am I just dreaming?

We're about to end the month and there's only a month left before we bid adieu to 2010 and say hello to 2011.


With that in mind, I can't believe I'm turning 25 in, hmm, 32 days.

The -ber months can really bring nostalgia.

These are the times when I really wish I were back in my old dorm in UP and just relive the good ol' days.

I don't know what UP has that just makes me nostalgic.

There's this certain magic that I can't explain, but it always makes me feel like very comfortable.

It's like sleeping with my favorite blanket and pillow when I was still a kid. Or staying in bed while the rain spatters outside my window. Or eating my favorite cake when I'm feeling down.

It's something very familiar. And something so special I won't mind doing anything just to be there again.
At the still point of my turning world, At the core of my being, I wait to hear and feel the gentle presence of God Who calls me to open and let go. Can I go to that place where God is calling me?

"...some are last who will be first, and 
some are first who will be last."
[Luke 13:30]
Ever since I started going back to the workforce, I have always brought packed and home-cooked lunch. I guess this is a part of my so-called culinary journey.

With that, I resolve to post a photo, hopefully daily, of whatever I have cooked for the day. Thus the "culinary journey" link at the top. :p

I shall start this new adventure next week.

Wish me luck. :)

      I lift up my eyes to the hills--
       where does my help come from?
 My help comes from the LORD, 
       the Maker of heaven and earth.
 He will not let your foot slip— 
       he who watches over you will not slumber;
 indeed, he who watches over Israel 
       will neither slumber nor sleep.

 The LORD watches over you— 
 the sun will not harm you by day, 
       nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm— 
       he will watch over your life;
 the LORD will watch over your coming and going 
       both now and forevermore.
There are times when I just want to leave everything behind and go to a place where no one knows me.

Just like what Kafka did when he was fifteen.

But I can't.

How I wish it's an easy thing to undertake.

But it's not.

How I wish I have the strength and determination to do such a thing.

But I don't.

The most that I can do is shut myself out from the rest of the world even for just one day.

To be consumed with all the thoughts that are hammering through my mind.

To allow myself to feel the pain.

To just wallow for a moment.

Drop my guard and let the walls down.

I was about to that last weekend but some other thought stopped me.

I am scared.

Scared of what I can do to myself.

And afraid of what may come after.

I usually start the week with a bang - in a good way.

Today is an exception, though. While I was and still am in a good mood, the weather wasn't cooperating well.

I usually spend Sunday nights awake to keep up with my social networking and other online obligations, haha. Since I work at night, I sleep in the afternoon until (usually) well into the night to prepare my body clock for the work-week.

I do all my household chores - cleaning, laundry, culinary experiments, etc during Sunday morning and Sunday evening until Monday early morning. The past two weekends have been good to me, all my laundry has been dried up without leaving unwanted kulob smell.

But today was different. I spent Sunday night doing the things I usually do - laundry, culinary experiment, going online, watch tv.. I hoped that the sun would come out even though I knew that there was an impending super typhoon on the way. I still tried to hang my clothes in the (futile) attempt to dry them. I left my jeans and jackets soaking in the basin for later.

So yeah, it was a failed attempt. I have yet to find out if they dried out well without smelling bad. We'll see when I get home.

Okay, fine. I'm mababaw. Just cos the sun didn't come out and my laundry didn't dry out well, I feel bad na agad. Well, not really. It's just that I don't like it when my little world gets disrupted and the normal order of things is changed.

Hmm, is this a sign of being a control freak? Maybe so.

Same thing happens to me when I don't get the expected result of something I do.

Case in point:
I hate it when I plan to wear something and then I set out on preparing everything - iron, match accessories and shoes, etc. And then when I finally put them together or when I'm finally ready to go, I don't like what I'm seeing in the mirror. Or I suddenly feel that it doesn't fit my mood for the day.

Yeah, I'm weird like that.

So... I feel like throwing my Monday (that's Monday night to Tuesday morning for normal people) out the window just because the sun didn't come out.

(And oh, how I'd trade work for sleeping and cuddling cos of the bed weather. :p)

We are seriously in dire need of a celebration. :)
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

I can't believe it's been almost a year since we started. I can't even believe that we've made it this far.

I'm at a loss for words; I can't express how much joy and fear I'm feeling. Yes, I am overjoyed but I am also full of fear because I know what we have can be taken away from us anytime.

But for what it's worth, I am happy and I won't have it any other way. :)

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    Wandergirl is a dreamer. She dreams of travelling the world. Since she can't do that yet, she travels vicariously - through the experiences of people who have been able to see the world. She watches a lot of travel shows in her spare time, only to break her heart. She also dreams of being the queen of her big and clean kitchen someday. She loves to experiment with recipes during her spare time and lets her friends taster her culinary masterpieces. She's a self-proclaimed neurotic with a knack for the beach, books, shrink sessions and everything in between.

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