Bigger than my imagination

These few days can be summed up in one word: revamp.

I took somebody's advice and decided to finally reformat my laptop. For me, it is the worst possible nightmare for me, that's why I've been finding excuses to not reformat. Reformatting means reinstalling every single program and rearranging my (thousands of) songs into playlists, and that's what terrifies me. A LOT.

The process started before midnight, and not surprisingly my eyes were still glued to the laptop by 4am, installing appropriate programs and doing what other people couldn't even be bothered about. It's all about organisation; that's why people find it annoying when I point out that his/her music library is not organised well, for example if the album info was missing.

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Introducing another artist worth mentioning: Michael Gungor.

If you like Chris Tomlin's songs, it's a safe bet to say that you'll enjoy Michael's album Bigger than My Imagination. Though guitar isn't my favourite instrument, I'd have to say that he has one of the best acoustic guitar-playing skills that I've ever heard. He does harmonics like nobody's business, and makes everything sound so effortless. Every single track on his album is beautiful in its own way, a few of my favourites are "Move Me", "It's Your Love" and "Doxology". The last song is a pure guitar instrumental, and I love the way how the song is sort of telling a story itself, without the input of any lyrics at all.

Move Me
Michael Gungor, Israel Houghton
Key: A
Intro:
A6/9 Em9


Verse 1:
A6/9
And You move me just when I thought
Em9
that I had it all together
A6/9
And You move me just when I thought
Em9
that things could not get any better


Bridge:
Cmaj7 Amaj7
I am ready, come and move me once a – gain,
Cmaj7 A/D D5 A/D
I am ready, come and move me once a – gain


Chorus:
A(2) Em9
And You move me
C D A(2)
Closer to You, closer to Your heart
Em9 C D
I see clearer, so much clearer
A(2) Em9
And You move me
C D A(2)
Closer to You, closer to Your heart
Em9 C D
I see clearer, so much clearer than before
A6/9 Em9
And You move me


Verse 2:
A6/9
And You move me from the comfort
Em9
that I've come to know and love
A6/9
And You move me to experience
Em9
the sovereignty of God


Other:
A A(2) G/B Cmaj7 G/B A G D/F# G


Ending:
A G/B C D C/E D/F# Bm7

and another one...

IT'S YOUR LOVE
Michael Gungor

It's like the air I breathe
It's so easy
To forget about it
Not so easy to live without it
It's like the beating of my heart
Easy to overlook
But life doesn't mean so much
Without it

I can't help it
I just keep thinking about it

It's Your love pouring like the rain
It's Your love bringing a change in me
Causing my eyes to see more of Your love

It's like the land that stays
In the middle of a hurricane
While the rest of the world
Is flying
It is the only thing
More faithful than the light
Rising from the east
Every morning

It's Your love
And it's pouring like the rain
It's Your love Lord
Bringing a change in me
Causing my eyes to see more of Your love

A Medical Issue

I pity whoever that's stuck with me in a room, or anywhere else for that matter this month, and probably early next month too.

Care to know why? It's because I've diagnosed myself with EHS (excessive HOUSE syndrome). For those who have never heard of the tv medical series HOUSE before, shame on you. Go watch it here or here.

EHS clearly explains the symptoms I'm experiencing, for example sitting in front of the computer waiting for episodes to load very patiently for 5 hours and above every day, having all 3 meals in front of the computer to ENJOY watching and eating at the same time, rewind my favourite scene in episode 15 of season 3 over and over again and hope that the ending changes, secretly hopes that there is indeed a Dr House somewhere on this planet, and lastly think that doctors have the coolest yet most miserable job at the same time.

Oh, and did I mention that one of the most prominent symptom is to blabber on and on about the episodes that I've just seen to just about anyone who tries talking to me, until all I can read on their face is "Waliu eh, this girl sure got EHS, talk so much about rubbish, like I care a bit about a tv series at all!"

So on behalf of myself, the creator, director, crew, actors and actresses of the tv series House, a big sorry if I have in any way, annoyed you or make you feel like zipping my mouth shut (or anything worse). I should hopefully recover and regain my normal self in a few weeks.

The life of a motel cleaner


So it's safe for me to say that I'm not the only one who thinks this way (refer to previous post).

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1 more week of absolutely nothing to do to go!

Well, actually that's only half true. Every Saturday, I drag myself out of bed and head to a nearby motel to be (low and behold) a motel cleaner.

Being brought up as an only daughter, mum allows me to stay away from housework, worst case scenario means having to do the dishes once a week. OKAY, so maybe I am a little spoiled.

So the only way to overcome a bad habit is to do something about it. Since last December, I've been doing dishes, washing toilet bowls (and encountering brown-ish half solid/half liquid material in them), vacuuming, mopping, dusting, and making beds; on a regular basis nonetheless. It's not fun at all cleaning up after strangers' rubbish, and less fun taking the same instructions again and again.

But like they say, every job has its shortcomings and advantages. Retail jobs require dealing with customers, smiling every time even when you don't mean it, and thinking of different ways to greet/thank customers. The good- breaks, no constant work or rushing to get something done. A cleaning job doesn't require dealing with customers directly, except for their wastes. The latter smells and looks much worse, but thick gloves and air freshener take care of the problems.

The interesting part is of course, discovering funny little habits of customers checked into the motel. One particular customer, whom I assume is pretty rich, practically lives in the motel at least 100 days a year. Her room is even stocked up with her own cooking supplies, though according to my boss, she never cooks. Some customers wash their own dishes, some leave their dirty dishes everywhere. Some are wise enough to use the free laundry service provided, some hang their lingerie with a string in the toilet. Some take all the coffee/tea/sugar sachets (like any Malaysian would do), some leave behind 2 bottles of expensive wine on the table after they've checked out.

So next time you're staying at a hotel/motel, know that there would be people coming into your room, cleaning up the mess (and possibly blogging about things you do!).

The Ew-eth Girls

I cannot NOT post this picture up.


The Spice Girls were anything but normal. They sold millions of records, came up with a movie which I couldn't be bothered watching anytime soon, and who could forget those ageless, annoying, yet fun-to-sing-along songs?

I get the impression that Victoria (see pic) is just trying to say to the world: "Hey ya, see my fantastic figure? You've got to admit, I look the BEST among the 5 of us! Hurry up Mr Photographer, my corset is suffocating me!"

Mel C: Look at how straight my hair is right now! Hah! *Just smile and pout...*

Gerri: Oh gawd. I can't believe this is happening. At least we're not in colour-coded outfits. I'm so glad I opted to wear this floral sundress which totally suits my newly permed hair!

Emma: Do I look fat in this dress? I'm sooooo glad we're finally doing this reunion tour thingy!

Mel B: I KNEW this was a bad idea. BADDDDDD idea. I cannot stand being in the same room at all with that stuck up aneroxic wife of some guy whose job is kicking a stupid ball around a big field... And who is she kidding with that weird hairdo?!

My Visual DNA




Just something I stumbled upon and decided to try.