Mr Fix-It-All

I like being single. I like the freedom of doing things on my own, the joys of knowing I don’t have to answer to anyone and  the knowledge of hoping for something lovely to happen.

I like being independent …though sometimes I wish I do have a significant other especially when my heating system is busted or when I needed someone to fix the leaky pipe in the kitchen or make the coffee table wobble less or to wash my car or to fix that funny noise in the engine…

I don’t need a husband, what I need is a handyman..hahaha

Published in: on May 24, 2011 at 10:04 pm  Comments (2)  

Delayed, but here it is…

Yesterday’s Happiments:

1. Chosen healthier meals for whole day: 2 Subway sandwiches (only!) + 1 home-brewed latte + lots of juice + tiny chicken pie
2. Braving the storm and traffic positively through K-Pop and Gaga
3. 5 canceled lessons (2 sick, 1 no transport, 2 orientation session) turned out to be major Me-Time
4. Final lap of the flu + sore throat race (I can see the finishing line…)
5. Editing yet another video and publishing it online – I’m one step closer to being an iMovie demigoddess.

Any ideas/recommendations of good podcasts? Like one of those Yoga At Home kinds?

Published in: on May 21, 2011 at 3:39 pm  Leave a Comment  

Happiments

Alright… I’ve downloaded the wordpress app for my iPhone & will try to stick to a regular schedule.

I recently came across a pile of Mom’s old Gratitude Journals – a nifty way for writers like her creative self to express the best outlook on life before one closes their eyes each night.

She either picked this up from Oprah or Elisabeth Kubler Ross… But I’m gonna give this a try. Carpe diem, right?

5 things I’m grateful for today:

1. A wonderful boyfriend who cooks a meat-free, high fibre healthy meal for a pretty sick me… while he’s on a 21-day Master Cleanse (ie. Lemon, water, maple syrup & cyan pepper ONLY). Imagine the discipline!

2. Watching a classical concert on DVD while snuggled on couch.

3. A supportive mentor / friend / inspiration.

4. A backbone.

5. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”

What’s your happiments today?

Xoxo

Published in: on May 17, 2011 at 5:02 am  Comments (2)  

Spinning Wheel

This morning I woke up, brush my teeth, pull my hair into a ponytail, put on my trekkie daks, my old t-shirt, my slightly frayed socks, put on my dirty trainers, stuff my ears with white tiny buds, blast on Queen and ran.

It was drizzling and it was 16 degrees in Melbourne but I just ran.

Some mornings, you wake up and just know what you have to do – no rain no shine no snow no wind no hail no freak of nature shall stop you from doing what you’re supposed to do..and this morning was one of those days.

It was a perfect run – you feel like the whole world is still sleeping (as they should since it’s a public holiday) as your feet pounds the tarmac and the sky beginning to light with the sun.

and exhale slowly..

Published in: on January 26, 2011 at 9:45 am  Leave a Comment  

I Don’t Need Anything But You

Together at last, together forever
We’re tying a know that never can sever
I don’t need sunshine now to turn my skies to blue
I don’t need anything but you  – Annie

Today’s choir session almost broke my heart.

There I was, guiding the children’s choir through the famous Annie song. Then this kid (let’s call him Tiny Tim… you know, like the one from Scrooge?) burst into tears. Not the screwed-over-by-mom tears or the I’m-frustrated-I-can’t-get-it-right tears. This was something else.

Getting my assistant to take over, I guided the 12 year-old out of class to figure him out. In my mind, I was thumbing through the possibilities as well as their treatments… the probabilities are endless! Oh dear, don’t tell me he’s really upset about the death of his pet. I read it on his Facebook notification yesterday… and there was a sad emoticon attached. Firstly, I don’t understand how/why kids are so into Facebook… however, I’m thankful I saw it as it helped prepped the troubleshooting options in my mind then. Secondly, this is one of the few cases where children’s emoticons should be heavily considered and taken with a lot of weight. God forbid, the human form of expression has evolved to a handful of flipped symbols.

So I sat a sobbing Tiny Tim down and prompted him to speak his heart out. And I guessed right as he explained between heavy sobs how his pet of 2 years just stopped breathing. He talked about being helpless and clueless on how to revive it… about dealing with a little burial outside his home… about being confused at his current state of mourning… about confiding in his mom.

This kid had liquid pain streaming down his cheeks. It was heartbreaking to watch. As much as he gets on my nerves the odd occasion, my heart just went out to him and I had to fight back tears. I shared with him about the loss of my loved one and how death just makes us appreciate life even more… and that people who go through such tough times end up stronger… and that he was very brave to share his experience with me… and I thanked him. More importantly, I told him that it was OK to cry… even for a boy. He told me the song we were singing in the choir made him very emotional.

For a street smart, quick witted and smart-mouthed kid to wear his heart on his sleeve like that… I’m thinking he’s going to make a very good stage performer. On the flip side, I wish there was some power in me to protect children from experiencing such a raw emotion… I keep telling myself they’re not ready for this, children are supposed to be happy. But I guess some people learn life’s lessons earlier than others.

Since Tiny Tim requested for some alone time before rejoining the group, I had another colleague keep him company. Of course, the other children were concerned. I quietly explained the situation and reminded them to be supportive of a friend in need… which prompted a couple of testimonies from the choir on pet death. Tiny Tim rejoined within the hour and was seen being the hyperactive and silly class clown again… and I marvel at his recovery rate.

If only I could mirror that.

One for the Meddie…

Western classical music has commemorated death in ritual and pondered it in concert works. A deeper relationship to death exists in the very syntax of Western harmony

Read more: Music, Classical – body, funeral, cause, Origins of Classical Music, Death Motifs, Death Myths of the Great Composers http://www.deathreference.com/Me-Nu/Music-Classical.html#ixzz1BAjvIQHm

 

Very, very intriguing indeed!

 

The Musician

Published in: on January 16, 2011 at 4:14 pm  Comments (1)  

In medical textbook: “In many 19th century operas, the heroine afflicted with ‘consumption’ (pulmonary TB) died tragically but musically”

It’s nice to know us meddies do have a sense of humour ..though slightly twisted 😛

Published in: on January 15, 2011 at 6:43 am  Leave a Comment  

kitty in the middle

I just goggled “do male cats have nipples?”

………………

Something is definitely wrong with me

(in case you’re wondering, yes they do have nipples.six to be exact :P)

B – I’m not perverted, I just wanted to know if that was a nipple or a pimple on his tummy!!

Published in: on January 7, 2011 at 10:00 pm  Leave a Comment  

Ramble On

As I am as tangential as a centipede (that’s the first thing I thought..I don’t think centipedes are tangential though..they look quite serious..for a bug :P) but feel the need to express myself, here’s some short tidbit thoughts currently running through my head:

As I listen to my 70′s rock songs (Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd), read my drug related books (Burrough’s The Soft Machine, Kerouac’s Visions of Cody) and grow my hair to 70′s length, I realised that I was born in the wrong decade.

Hmm.

Oh god, oh god, oh god…I want to read this book soooooooooooooo bad but I so need to study. I looked like a total fool at work for not knowing stuff. Grr…but I so need to read this fiction.

Sigh.

What is wrong with this cat? why is he always on his back? Does he have some kind of spinal feline disease that needs operating?

God, I should go out for a run but honestly, sitting in bed with a bag of pretzels and reading a FICTION book is so much fun!

DANG DANG DANG DANG DA-DA-DANG, DA-DA-DA-DA-DA DANG DANG DA-DA-DANG (How to hum Led Zeppelin’s blues-metal Heartbreaker riff as per Nick Hornby’s Songbook – see, I do read books that don’t relate to drugs..well maybe)

Is it crazy to carry around a hot cup of latte while walking when it’s 40 degrees outside? It’s not 40 degrees yet but hey, it might be soon.

HAHAHAHAHAHA, i do read drug books!! Look, I’m reading textbook of pharmacology..getit? drugs? getit? getit?

Whoa..it’s already Thursday??

Haha, the cat squeaks a lot.

I would love some paella now.

I just bought myself a battery-operated pencil sharpener and it’s the coolest thing ever!! *eagerly sharpens every pencil that she sees*

Facebook is like, so yesterday 😛

*yawn*

Is there such a thing as “abstract fiction”?

*yawn* *yawn*

B

Published in: on January 6, 2011 at 4:00 pm  Comments (3)  

Being a responsible member of society

I had all the resolution in the world last night to wake up at 7am today for a nice jog around the secured gated community I’m living in. You know, burning the holiday calories.

Well, thank goodness it rained because I didn’t feel like unravelling myself from the thick covers.

Anyway…

As I’m sitting here waiting for the coffee to kick in, I scanned my iCal – mentally patted my back for compiling all my work commitments in there, but sighing at the massive amount of stuff. Trying to channel the Oprah-positivity, I told myself to stay inspired.

And I realized I dress better when I’m unwell.

And so, I will make a vow to present myself tastefully (and have fun going through the wardrobe daily, even if it means waking up earlier) so that I am not a hazard to society. The world has enough crappy people who spread their stress to any passersby.

And some morning music played by Kate to get my daily soundtrack in my head won’t hurt either.

Thank God it’s Thursday (who cares about Friday?).

 

The Musician

Published in: on January 6, 2011 at 1:57 pm  Comments (1)