I must say, this is not too bad at all; for someone who contemplated deeply and carefully took all matters into consideration before she decided to have a blog.
Perhaps, it should be referred to as a milestone. Or, an accomplishment for reaching the pinnacle.
For the past one year, I have shared some of my life's story on Chatty Lass, both the good and the bad.
This blog has been my source of encouragement and strength (I've received emails and compliments on it being a source of encouragement and inspiration to some. My heart flutters with joy, to know that you were blessed by the articles.), chronicling a part of my life.
Tonight, I am yet again blessed. Blessed to be amongst youths who are crazy for God, lifting up explosive praise and incredible worship to the most Beautiful Saviour of all.
I loved every second of it, and I am not going to trade it for anything; to do it for the rest of my days.
My 20(++) year old body is no longer a sport for pulling an all-nighter or for being in debt with sleep.
My peepers are pleading for some shut-eye, as they are about to fall off their sockets. Physically, I am still agile, if you ignore the droopy shoulders.
However, enough grouchiness.
I hurriedly raced home today.
I shuffled my feet to the familiar object which I so love, bringing both joy and comfort to my soul through the years.
I sat at its’ stool and let my fingers do the talking. They began to trail up, down and over the keys. A simple melody was played, and my mouth began to sing.
I don’t know if my head sang, but I am certain it was my heart bursting forth in words of adoration.
I felt strength coasting through my weakened state.
I could feel the tender arms of my Loved One drawing me close to Him, tucking me under the safety of His wing.
I bared my soul to Him and I am greeted with kisses from heaven. I know with an eternal assurance, the amount of love He has for me.
I have never been left alone to fend for myself, not for a second.
Huge storms could be raging around me, waves crashing over me and the thunders roaring, but He is with me on that boat.
He was then, He is now and He always will be.
It was truly unimaginable pleasure, moments in life that I so live for.
P/S: With my thesis paper completed (Topic: How the Universe Came into Being, Scientific and Religious Views), I am blown away by the magnitude of my Loved One. So. Blown. Away.
XXXX: Hi. It's so good to hear your voice, it has been some time since I last did.
Melissa: Hey. The feeling is mutual, on this end of the line.
XXXX: So, what are you doing now?
Melissa: *looking at pictures of Johnny Depp (He was crowned the coveted "Sexiest Man Alive" award by People magazine, again)* I am looking at someone smoldering and gorgeous now.
XXXX: *without skipping a beat* Now, you are just making me blush. Haven't I told you not to stare at my pictures?
Melissa: *rolls eyes* I was staring into Johnny Depp's captivating eyes, love.
XXXX: *wails* You are just an ace at making me feel small.
I clocked in at 4.30am (as of this morning) and woke up to hit the road less than 3 hours later.
I almost fell asleep at the wheel.
This is not happening because of a one-night vigil, but spanning more than 2 weeks of accumulated sleep deprivation.
My sleep issues aside (I can't let it slide too far away from me, I am rather short-tempered and grumpy now), I can't help but mention this.
I've installed a hit counter at the right, lowest corner of my blog. It is to keep tab of visitors and readers alike.
Now, I do not profess to be a know-it-all or proclaim that my opinions (and solely mine) are a must to follow, as I know best.
No, it is common decency.
A few highlights, if you may.
You see, I capitulated, gave up resistance, caved in and succumbed to the lowly temptations of Facebook, all in the name of friendship and maintaining its' ties. How noble!
Sarcasm on hold, Facebook is an ingenious creation, perfect for long-distance communication and teasing, cool enough for day-to-day updates.
But, one of the biggest sins FB ever made was to include those pathetic quizzes and silly games. It annoys me to no ends to open my Live Feed and see those nonsense.
The quizzes are abysmal. Let me reiterate that, the quizzes are abysmal.
Your name is as it is, each letter does not represent your so-called personality or trait. You have no control of the future, therefore quit wasting your time on counting the chicks before the eggs hatch. Or, leave foolish comments like, "Wow, just what I want" or "Our kids are going to be the best of friends, we should arrange for playdates".
Secondly, this is perhaps the most informative news you'll ever receive in your lifetime.
Do not publish your relationship woes on FB. (This community message is brought to you by Chatty Lass, whom you should not despise but heed her advice, for your own sake. How's that for a tagline? Pretty awesome, isn't it?)
But seriously, haven't you heard of the words 'part amicably' or 'handle slippery issues with more care' (instead of announcing them to the world)?
My bed is howling my name, my brain pleading profusely for some shut-eye.
P/S: Paying due tribute to my oodles (and what seems to be never ending) assignment loads, coupled with religious late nights, updates of this less-than-Chatty lass will remain in this form (for at least another 1.5 week).
The pigment (at the far left) is so gorgeous. The texture is very fine and despite its' off-putting colour at first, it morphs into a beautiful pinkish nude sheen.
The reason for getting this collection (by the way, this is MAC's Holiday Collection 2009) is because of my itching to try out a gel eyeliner, AND the uber cute pewter bag with teal coloured details.
Touchwood, I am rather contented with this. The liner is a marriage of a kohl pencil and a liquid liner. It glides on effortlessly with the liner brush (mini MAC eyeliner brush #209).
I have a feeling that Christmas is gonna be splendid this time around *winks*
