Kiss.  It works every single time.

For best results, your kiss must last more than 7 seconds.  Enjoy!

Melissa came home with this while I was painting (of course, what else would I be doing?) and asked me if it reminded me of anything.

Of course it does!

Melissa (the fish) and I spent many hours playing with a very similar red sprinkler when we were young.  It had the same little spay mechanism, similar to a boat propeller, which sprays the water out in a wide, splashy circle.  Melissa and I had hours of fun and made up all kinds of games to play with it.

The latest video clip of the cutie patootie performing the water dance...

Ladies and Gentlemen, errrr, Grandma's and Grandpa's, and other delighted observers,

I bring you......(drum rollllll)

Sarah and her water dance!!!!

Yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!!!! ( imagine Kermit the Frog waving his arms all over)

Styling by Glenda Macatangay. Awesome makeup and hair by Aurora Bergere (who does makeup for Benjamin Bratt).

I arrived at work 10 minutes late but with a health dose caffeine and nicotine pulsing through my body. I work at a print/copy shop. My job title is Administrative Assistant. My title in no way describes the variety of work I'm expected to do. Billing, printing, deliveries, shipping, graphic design... I do a little bit of everything. Not to mention doing whatever one of my bosses asks me to do, whenever they want me to do it. I'm an ass kisser in training. Someday, I will be as good as Amanda.

Around 10:00 my co-workers and I were feeling rather unmotivated. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that the general manager is out of town until August. We decided that the only way we could begin to function normally was if we had chocolate. So, I ordered a cookie cake from Great American Cookie. Sure, we had to wait an hour for our chocolate fix but we knew it would be worth it.

At 11:00 I set out in the company car to buy the cookie and then to stop to pick up lunch. I made it to the cookie place successfully but on the way back my phone fell out of my pocket and under the seat of the car. I parked in front of Quiznos and tried to retrieve my phone from beneath the seat. I reached under the front of the seat. No good. I turned around and tried to get the phone from behind the seat but couldn't find it that way either. I opened the car door intending to crouch beside the car and give myself more reaching room. But, when I looked down I could see my phone trapped under the left side of the seat. I stuck my hand between the seat and the doorframe and successfully grabbed the phone. Hooray!

But then I felt a twinge of panic as I tried to pull my hand out from under the seat. I was stuck! I could not get my hand out from under the seat! I sat there for awhile trying to discreetly pull my hand from under the seat. I was very aware of the fact that I was parked in front of a big window and that Quiznos was full of people. I was suddenly reminded of the book "Where the wild fern grows" when they talk about trapping raccoons by tempting them with treasures that they would rather die for then release. In an attempt to be smarter than a raccoon, I released my phone and then tried pulling my hand out again. No good. I was stuck.

I got out of the car then and sat on the pavement. I moved the seat forward hoping that it would make more space for me to move my hand. But, all that did was scratch up my wrist. I realized that I was probably being watched and I tried to look like nothing was wrong but I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be free from the evil car. Finally, I sucked up my pride and reached for my phone again. I couldn't see it under the seat but I knew that my work number was programmed into the memory as number five on the keypad. I felt the buttons under my thumb and took a guess at which one might me number five. I could faintly hear the phone ringing and then my boss, Shannan answered.

"Thank you for calling The Print Shop. This is Shannan, can I help you?"

"Shannan? This is Sarah... can you hear me?" I said as loudly as I dared. I was still afraid of attracting attention.

Shannan's voice came at me quietly from beneath the seat, "Sarah? I can barely hear you. What's up?"

"Well, you see... I'm stuck in the car."

"What do you mean? The door won't open?"

"No... actually I'm out of the car. That is everything but my hand is out of the car. You see, my hand is stuck under the seat."

My cheeks glowed red as I heard laughter come from the phone.

Suddenly there was someone behind me, "I'll help you but you have to drop the phone" he said as he placed a hand gently on my wrist. My heart stopped beating and I was sure that I was going to melt into the pavement with embarrassment.

"Shannan!" I said, "nevermind... I'll be back in a few minutes." I let go of the phone and looked at my rescuer. I wish I could say that he was a handsome young chap but he was just an average guy, probably in his forties with a receading hairline and leftover sandwich crumbs on his shirt.

"All right, try to flatten your hand as much as possible and let me know when you're ready." he said as he smiled at me in a way that I can only assume he thought was reassuring. But, it didn't put me at ease. It put me in mind of the doctors in civil war movies right before they grab the rusty hand saw and say "I'm sorry but your arm is going to have to come off."

I nodded at the man and said, "erp."

I guess he took that to mean that I was ready because he tightened his grip on my wrist and pulled forcefully. I soon found myself on my back in the parking lot beside my middle aged super hero. He stood up quickly and then helped me to my feet, a wry grin on his face.

"Erm," I said as I brushed off my bottom, "thanks. I appreciate the help."

He reached into the car and somehow extracted my phone from beneath the seat.

"It's no problem," he said as he handed the phone to me, "just try to be more careful around car seats in the future" and with a final wave my hero walked away. Cheeky bastard.

I turned to enter the Quiznos but when I noticed everyone was watching me I decided that a toasty sub wasn't worth any more humiliation. Honestly, I probably need to go on a diet anyway. I mean, my hands obviously need to slim down.

Back at work I was greeted with raucous laughter and couldn't only shrug my shoulders as my co-workers joked about my uncanny ability to get myself into awkward situations.

What can I say? Awkward is my life.

Anyway, I got to wishing that I'd gone into Qiznos afterall. I mean their toasted subs are good. If I had more gumption, I would have walked in with my head in the air, flipped them the awkward turtle and proceeded to order my lunch. Ah well, gumption is something I'll learn one of these days.

Just in time for the sun to finally hit Scotland, Gramercy Arms come racing onto the scene (with the top down of course), with 10 songs of such jangly pop sensibilities you have to look twice at the cover to convince yourself it's not Teenage Fanclub's welcome return.

Instead, this west coast sunshine influenced record is brought to us my a bunch of east coast indie misfits, clearly dreaming of lazy days strolling the beaches of L.A whilst huddled in their New York apartments.

And you'd expect the quality of such 3 minute pop songs to be assured given the roster for this supergroup of musicians reads like a guest list for Michael Stipe's birthday party.

Members of Guided By Voices, Luna, Joan as Police Woman and The Dambuilders provide the mainstays of band and songwriter duties, as the likes of Lloyd Cole, Joan Wasser and various Nada Surf members pop up along the way to offer their own unique talents for a song or two.

Automatic is a welcome burst of energy to commence an album so confident in its quality, it only feels the need to stick around for 30 minutes before leaving you wanting more. Sounding like The Wrens at their most exuberant, it gives the initial kick needed to grab your attention, before the album's real charm comes through in the group's more leisurely numbers.

And there are few more leisurely pursuits than listening to the Simon and Garfunkel inspired Looking at the Sun, which boasts, not only hand claps, but the joyous 'bah bah bahs' of American comedienne Sarah Silverman.

Lloyd Cole provides the most welcome guest appearance however, as his intricate guitar work, and clear song-writing influence, helps Fakin' dispel any lethargy that may have set in, with its upbeat, melodic charms reminiscent of The Wrens at their most exuberant.

This sanguine style may have even allowed itself a greater presence, with the latter half of the album feeling like it needs something to boost its dreamy character . Certainly, I Believe becomes a chore to listen to, plodding as it does with uninspired guitar and not quite there vocals.

Nevertheless, Gramercy Arms are that rare thing – a supergroup who actually prove to be just as worthwhile as their separate musical counterparts. Though on paper, such a meeting of New York indie minds could have turned into a horrible mess of styles and personalities, the reality of the situation is a damn fine pop album that keep things simple, and may yet stand the test of time.

7.7/10

But rather than leave you with nothing at all to look at today, here's one of my favorite photos from my trip to Cambodia a couple of years ago.

I thought I understood the ways of the world. Perhaps not, if it is true that Sarah can still bear children. Confusion. Abraham shakes his head, as if this act would jostle loose such a silly, irrational thought as Sarah becoming pregnant. He looks down at Sodom again. And here’s another example of irrationality, he thinks. Anger kindles in his chest as he remembers the abuses that have reached his ears, the abuses committed by the people of that city. But yet—how could God destroy that place if there were righteous people there. Surely God could not be that unjust.

Abraham shakes his head again, this time with suppressed incredulity, and lifts his eyes from the twinkling lights below. He turns and approaches the third being, the one who has remained with him on the hill when the others ventured down to the city. Seen peripherally, the being is generally man-shaped. But as Abraham moves near, he perceives how inadequate a container the man-shaped body is for such an abundance of light, harmony, and awe. Abraham suppresses a shudder. He opens his mouth, but closes it again, unsure whether he wants to question or accuse. The being knows the confusion in Abraham’s mind, knows that such cognitive dissonance is the birthplace of revelation.

All at once, Abraham finds his words: question and accusation combine into indictment tinged with desperate plea for understanding. “Will you indeed sweep away the righteous with the wicked?” He presses on, not waiting for the LORD (for, of course, this is who the luminous being on the hilltop is) to respond. “Suppose there are fifty righteous within the city; will you then sweep away the place and not forgive it for the fifty righteous who are in it? Far be it from you to do such a thing, to slay the righteous with the wicked, so that the righteous fare as the wicked!” Abraham points a quivering, accusatory finger, and his pitch rises as the cause of his mental distress tumbles from him: “Far be that from you! Shall not the Judge of all the earth do what is right?” Tears form at the corners of his eyes; he slumps over, chest heaving with the exertion of voicing the thoughts that have been building ever since the three men approached his tent.

The LORD waits for Abraham to recover and then responds quietly, certainly: “If I find at Sodom fifty righteous in the city, I will forgive the whole place for their sake.” Abraham hears these words and is mollified—almost. What about 45? 40? 30? 20? What about—and here Abraham raises both hands, fingers splayed—ten? “For the sake of ten I will not destroy it,” says the LORD. And then the LORD leaves Abraham with his thoughts. Abraham returns to his place to find Sarah, her deep eyes reflecting dancing firelight, lost in the same thought: I thought I understood the ways of the world.*

...to be continued.

Footnotes

* This and the upcoming two posts are pieces of a reflection on Genesis 18.

Sarah records!

Theres really not much for me to say about it. Founded in 1987, in the UK, the Sarah founders, Clare and Matt wanted "to release 100 of the world's greatest pop-records, to show up all the other labels by doing it properly, and - by means of 7" singles, fanzines, flexidiscs, jigsaws, board-games and inflammatory literature - to raise the moral and political consciousness of the world to such an extent that, when the time came to release that 100th single, global Socialist revolution would be but a mis-timed handclap away. Sarah reached its century in August 1995, and promptly declared its work here done. The world, sadly, rather missed the boat". Over the course of 8 years they managed to put out 99 singles, a few LPs, and some compilations of some of the greatest pop music the world has ever seen. Their roster includes such notable bands as Heavenly, The Sea Urchins, The Field Mice, The Orchids. Their DIY model was both inspiration and a reference point for a countless number of record labels, bands, zines, other diy endeavors. For me the Sarah records story makes me bittersweet and nostalgic for something that I theoretically could have, but of course practically never could have really experienced in person, or at least not have digested in any significant or tangible way.

So yah, basically, some kids did something pretty and good, and we should take something away from that :)

Air Balloon Road

I don’t like incomplete answers from companies that have been asked to clarify something by their customers. When done well and ethically, corporate communications is an important and valuable function in which a company exercises its right to free expression, promotes its good deeds, spins its bad deeds, and makes its case against what it feels are scurrilous attacks.

So what’s with the flack-speak from Home Depot that took place in the comment section of my last post on Media and Mayhem?

One July 23, at 5:02 PM, a woman named Sarah saying she was from Home Depot communications sent the following comment to Media and Mayhem:

“The Home Depot does not currently advertise on The Michael Savage Show, nor do we have any kind of sponsorship in place with the program. Again, we do not advertise with this program and any suggestion of such support is false.” Sarah, Home Depot Communications

Aside from the bafflingly amateurish corporate communications blunder of not telling me her last name so questions could then be directed to her, I was pretty relieved. I answered with this comment:

As a fan of Home Depot and frequent customer, I am thrilled that this is the case. Do you have any idea how an ad might have been broadcast? Might it have been a local ad that was not tied to the Savage broadcast but was broadcast at the same time on the radio station of the person who listened and recorded the advertisers?

No answer from Sarah “No Last Name.” Nothing.

I tried again at 6:01 PM:

One last try: Sarah, I have no reason not to believe you. But given the widespread stories on various wire services that Home Depot did advertise and then pulled those ads, I wonder if you can tell me whether this is true, i.e, that Home Depot did advertise through TRN but no longer does. Or are you saying Home Depot never did?

Still no answer.

So look what you did: Now you have me, a big fan of the store, even more confused about the facts of Home Depot’s past, present, and future relationship with TRN, the entity that syndicates Michael Savage. And this is just what happens when public statements from a company in the middle of a crisis like this are muddled, unclear and or perhaps even consciously trying to be vague. This could have already been over for them.

And we still do not know Home Depot’s history with TRN and/or the Savage show. We do know, and I accept their public statement, that they do not now have any sponsorship arrangements with Savage.

But barring an answer to the following question, and given no answer from Sarah, I consider the question of Home Depot’s past involvement to still be open, and my patronage to be suspended.

Dear Any Home Depot Corporate Communications Exec with a Last Name:

You have publicly stated that you “do not you currently advertise on The Michael Savage Show, nor do you have any kind of sponsorship in place with the program.”

Fair enough. Better than fair. But here is the question:

Today Radio Shack issued a statement stating that they are not a sponsor of the Michael Savage radio show. In fact, their agreement with the radio network airing his show specifically excludes his program (along with several others) as one on which our commercials may appear.”

Did Home Depot ever have an arrangement with the Talk Radio Network (TRN)?

Did Home Depot have an agreement with TRN at any time this month?

And most importantly, if Home Depot had an agreement up to some point at which it chose to end that agreement, did the previous agreement – like Radio Shack’s admirable contract – have an clause with TRN that specifically excluded Michael Savage as a show on which your ads could appear?.

This isn’t nitpicking. The primary corporate statement you issued consciously and bumblingly glossed over the question of Home Depot’s history with TRN and attempted to imply that there has been no association with them.

That may be true. I want to know.

Je crois bien que comme partout,il faut se présenter.

Je On m'appelle Sarah ou Pioupiou suivant le contexte,ou on ne m'appelle pas c'est bien aussi. Je survis dans ce monde depuis 19 ans . Je vis dans les Alpes,les Hautes Alpes qui ne sont pas en Savoie ni en Suisse mais dans le Sud-Est ,la région PACA comme quoi il n'y a pas que Marseille , La Mer et la Côte d'Azur mais il y a aussi des territoires reculés dans cette si belle région. Enfin je vis surtout à Aix en Provence , où j'y fais mes études. Oui car j'ai un cerveau , et je consacre 16 heures par semaine ( c'est beaucoup trop ) à étudier la langue de Shakespeare ( & Milton & Thorreau & Bradford & Colleridge et d'autres dont je ne connais que les noms mais pas la biographie )  déplorer le manque de testostérone à l'Université de Provence (enfin côté anglais parce que côté histoire il y a tout de même certains spécimens interessants ) , critiquer certaines filles qui s'inventent une vie de star alors que la leur est d'une banalité certaine , parler de futilités et toutes autres choses autour d'un café ou d'un Coca Cola ZERO à la Cafet'  ( qui devrait s'aggrandir puisque c'est l'endroit le plus fréquenté de la fac  . Genre aménager 2/3 amphis en nouvelles Cafets voire même un Starbuck's serait une idée révolutionnaire )  . J'aime . Non en fait j'aime personne. Et pour les choses que j'apprécie , je ne les citerai que plus tard. Je crains que tout citer dans un seul article ne gache le suspens. Voilà.

" C'est tout pour le moment " La voix de Secret Story , un philosophe reconnu.

Veuillez trouver un apercu de mon faciès. Puisqu'il est tout de même préférable de savoir à quoi ressemble la personne que l'on lit.Même si elle ne ressemble à rien.

Anyway - when in Michigan, the pain in my foot became quite intense and I called my Dr from there and scheduled an appointment for the 22nd (Tuesday). I went in and he was quite concerned because I've already seen him twice regarding this foot. But I haven't really been in so much pain before. Long story. He is sending me for an MRI on Friday and then I'll follow up with an Orthopedist on August 4th.

But - the short story is - he is fairly certain that I've torn a ligament....or two...or three.... and I'm supposed to stay off my foot as much as possible until I see the Ortho. guy. Fun fun! So I am on Darvocet for the pain....I had to go back into his office yesterday afternoon, near tears, and tell him the ibuprofen just wasn't helping. I don't know if the Darvocet is helping either - or that it just makes me drowsy and numb all over. LOL! And I'm on crutches so I don't have to put full weight on my left foot. And that has helped a lot with the pain.

I probably shouldn't have gone to Michigan - and probably should have taken care of this immediately following my teacher's exam back in June. But. You know. Whatever. It is what it is.

It's just so great that this has happened FIVE WEEKS BEFORE COLLEGE STARTS!!!

I love God's sense of irony.

More on that later.

"And Sarah saw the son of Hagar the Egyptian, which she had born unto Abraham, mocking. Wherefore she said unto Abraham, Cast out this bondwoman and her son: for the son of this bondwoman shall not be heir with my son, even with Isaac. And the thing was very grievous in Abraham's sight because of his son. And God said unto Abraham, Let it not be grievous in thy sight because of the lad, and because of thy bondwoman; in all that Sarah hath said unto thee, hearken unto her voice; for in Isaac shall thy seed be called. And also of the son of the bondwoman will I make a nation, because he is thy seed. And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and took bread, and a bottle of water, and gave it unto Hagar, putting it on her shoulder, and the child, and sent her away: and she departed, and wandered in the wilderness of Beersheba. And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs. And she went, and sat her down over against him a good way off, as it were a bowshot: for she said, Let me not see the death of the child. And she sat over against him, and lift up her voice, and wept. And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is. Arise, lift up the lad, and hold him in thine hand; for I will make him a great nation. And God opened her eyes, and she saw a well of water; and she went, and filled the bottle with water, and gave the lad drink. And God was with the lad; and he grew, and dwelt in the wilderness, and became an archer. And he dwelt in the wilderness of Paran: and his mother took him a wife out of the land of Egypt." Genesis 21:9-21 (KJV)

Hear the words of the apostle Paul concerning this event:

"For it is written, that Abraham had two sons, the one by a bondmaid, the other by a freewoman. But he who was of the bondwoman was born after the flesh; but he of the freewoman was by promise. Which things are an allegory: for these are the two covenants; the one from the mount Sinai, which gendereth to bondage, which is Agar. For this Agar is mount Sinai in Arabia, and answereth to Jerusalem which now is, and is in bondage with her children. But Jerusalem which is above is free, which is the mother of us all. For it is written, Rejoice, thou barren that bearest not; break forth and cry, thou that travailest not: for the desolate hath many more children than she which hath an husband. Now we, brethren, as Isaac was, are the children of promise. But as then he that was born after the flesh persecuted him that was born after the Spirit, even so it is now. Nevertheless what saith the scripture? Cast out the bondwoman and her son: for the son of the bondwoman shall not be heir with the son of the freewoman." Galations 4:22-30 (KJV).

Abraham and Sarah had gathered the whole family to celebrate the weaning of Isaac. It was at this celebration that the heart and attitude of Ishmael is seen for what it is. He had the belief that he would be the promised son, the heir of all that was Abraham's; that is what is implied by this story. The child named laughter relating to at least three different forms of laughter; 1) Sarah's laugh of unbelief or frustration; 2) Abraham's laugh of "I can't wait"; and 3) Ishmael's laughter of mockery, and a fourth would be and is certainly the meaning "laughter of joy" which was the expression of both Abraham and Sarah at the fulfillment of the promise.

The mother's heart of Sarah could not endure the mockery; which was most likely inspired by Hagar, and done by Ishmael; and realized they both would need to leave - Hagar and son Ishmael. Ishmael would have been at least sixteen years of age at this point in his life, and here he is as a sixteen year old mocking at least a two year old boy. The age of Ishmael can be determined by seeing the age of Abraham at the time of the boy's birth [Ishmael's] which was 86 (Genesis 16:16) then Abraham's age at the time of Isaac's birth (21:5) 100, then if Isaac was two years of age at the time of his weaning that would make Ishmael 16. Once before Sarah had became angry with Hagar, mostly from jealousy, because Hagar was expecting by Sarah's husband (Genesis 16:5-16), Sarah had probably flogged her, or beat her, threatening her, and Hagar fled; and at that time the LORD appeared to her, told her to return, and submit to Sarah as her head; and God promised to make from the son [Ishmael] a nation. At no time had Hagar been given the promise of receiving the inheritance of Abraham, nor would her son. She had received a promise from the LORD, which is seen in verses 10 - 12 of chapter 16.

There is no doubt that Ishmael is an adversary. He is, however, an evidence that we reap what we sow. Because of a lack of patience, of failing to wait on the LORD's time and place, Sarah convinced Abraham to go against the promise, by supposedly hurrying it along. One thing we all can learn is that God's promise is not averted, or aborted because of our sinful, impatient behavior. Thus, Hagar becomes a symbol of the condemnation, and bondage of the law. Hagar as a bond woman gives birth contrary to the promise, and according to the understood law the first born was to be heir to the inheritance of the father. The son of promise [Isaac] was God's heir to the promises of God. We are not being wise when we try to help God fulfill His promises through weak, fleshly, human efforts and means. Only the flesh can be glorified in such case; and not the LORD.

Is Paul the apostle telling us that the Law [Ten Commandments] is of the flesh? God gave them to Moses. Does that answer the question? If any man or woman, boy or girl could keep the law, fulfilling the will of the LORD for their lives, then they would have much to boast of; however, the law condemns us in the flesh, because none can keep it to the letter; only Jesus could, and did.

Isaac is a portrait of the Christ; who is Jesus; and that is seen as he is a son of promise. Jesus is the anti-type, because He is the fulfillment of the portrait. A picture, or portrait is not the real thing, but only an image of the real thing. If you have a picture of your child, or grandchild and the live child standing beside you which would you choose, if you had to make a choice between the two? You would choose the real, living child standing beside you. The picture is good for when they are away to remind us of their being, and person, their love and warmth.

Hagar is part of the "allegory" which gives bondage, because she was a bond woman put in the place of promise; but that was not to be. Sarah is part of the "allegory" which represents Jerusalem and the promise; "Rejoice, thou barren that bearest not; break forth and cry, thou that travailest not: for the desolate hath many more children than she which hath an husband" Isaiah 54:1 as quoted in Galations by Paul.

Abraham is instructed to listen to his wife; "Listen to her voice". This casting out is a God thing though may not be understood, by Hagar, Ishmael, or their descendants; and many others. Remember this: God is just in doing whatever He chooses concerning His people and His creation; to accomplish and bring about His purposes and will.

We must note that Abraham did not just send Hagar and Ishmael out without food and water leaving them at the mercy of the elements. He gave her freedom, and she could go where she pleased; her life was at the mercy of the LORD. That is far better than being at the mercy men.

Hagar finds herself without water and fearful for her son. She thinks Ishmael is going to die of thirst. This is a trial of faith for Hagar. Doesn't she remember the promise of before, when Sarah has ran her away, because of her impudence, and disobedience? The LORD appears to her again, and reminds her; "fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is. Arise, lift up the lad, and hold him in thine hand; for I will make him a great nation." (vv. 17-18). The LORD had not forsaken her, but was going to fulfill His promise to her. God never breaks His Word. Even when we sin He still keeps His promises.

We know; and all too well how this promise has been fulfilled. The descendants of Ishmael still hate and persecute the children of the promise. Ishmael the accuser, the one who hates the promised child of Abraham. Paul’s words of this matter,

"For I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh: Who are Israelites; to whom pertaineth the adoption, and the glory, and the covenants, and the giving of the law, and the service of God, and the promises; Whose are the fathers, and of whom as concerning the flesh Christ came, who is over all, God blessed for ever. Amen. Not as though the word of God hath taken none effect. For they are not all Israel, which are of Israel: Neither, because they are the seed of Abraham, are they all children: but, In Isaac shall thy seed be called. That is, They which are the children of the flesh, these are not the children of God: but the children of the promise are counted for the seed." Romans 9:3-8 (KJV)

They are the children of Abraham, but according to flesh. Isaac is the child of promise, and all who will believe by faith, in the Living Promise of Jesus Christ.

-Tim A. Blankenship

i have so many things to write. but i am lack of time and access to the internet.

in short: i have JUST bought a new purse, that is sooooo dem expensive-for the price of a purse- and soo beautiful. from banana republic. at the garden. haha. i wish i could put up the pix here. but then it wont be so exclusive. hence, those who would lurve to see and touch it needs to see/meet me personally. haha blah..a present for myself for attending so many courses in permata. well, i have extra money due to my many claims. hoho. i'm doing my claim again nxwk. best! ape lagi nk beli ye...

another: yesterday is kechomelan-sarah's birthday~ haha those who wld like to wish her can do so at her momma's hp. as how some ppl did. thx to those who wish, even tho i am not very sure they did read this. but i did reply the thx-msg. so sarah is getting her final jap in nx few days. hehhe

i am doing a small-bash (can call bash ke aa?) for her bday. but since our 'bungalow' is quite small, hence, i am inviing close relatives only. tu pon berkira..

aih..gotta go..gotta eat free bfast (..and lunch..and tea breaks..and...)

till we met when u want to see my new purse  in my nx post

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