Lilo...

This is my prayer for you ...

Grant Lilo the serenity to accept the things she cannot change,
The courage to change the things she cannot accept,
And help her to remember...
When she's having a really bad day,
And it seems that people are trying to piss her off,
That it takes 42 muscles to frown,
And only 4 to extend her middle finger and tell them to F*** Off!

This is my prayer for your cyber-stalker...

Help him to be careful of the toes he steps on today
As they may be connected to the feet that he has to kiss tomorrow.

Your loving, caring, wonderful bestie,
Anya

I did :)

yes, after talking, thinking and deliberating over 2 years now, I finally did it :)

taaa daaaa...

yes! i got myself inked ;) woohooo, its a lil scary, weird but nice experience that i would treasure forever... not like i have a choice now :p

nway, I'm proud of myself for having the courage to do it.. n i always feared if the design/artist would screw up.. thank god, everything turned better than expected :) n this is how the masterpiece looks like...

in short, i'm loving it ;)

-Lilo

btw, the design is still short of 2 more colours in attempt to becoming perfect.. i couldnt bare the pain then, will continue the battle in a month.

Deeparaya Lunch

I just had the most yummilicious lunch! :D Hari Raya and Deepavali celebration in the office today.

But isn't it funny how some people are willing to queue for an hour in the sun for free tosai when they wouldn't bother to wait more than 20 minutes for a steak in a fancy restaurant?

-Anya-

Life

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on

Robert Frost

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: no one cares

Anya

last few days...

...of the month!


pathetic! pathetic! pathetic! aaargghhh....

- Poor Lilo! (n i really mean poor)

A letter to God, from a Bride-to-be

Dear God,

Hi, it’s me! On a Monday and not really in the mood to work. Anyway, how are You today? Monday blues too? Well, I guess the days of the week don’t effect You ‘cause well, You’re not bound by time.

The reason I’m writing (this time), is to say sorry. You see, I don’t think I’m treating the people around me very well and I’m so impatient sometimes and that makes me angry at myself.

I was really tired after my presentation on Friday (thank you for answering my prayers and that everything went really well!) and I came back home just wanting to sleep but I couldn't because I needed to finish the wedding card invitation scripts and the maps that night. So I really wasn’t in the mood to discuss with Appa whether it should “Please RSVP” or “Kindly RSVP”. Don’t they both have the same meaning?? So yes, I was quite snappy.

Than on Saturday morning, when Nicholas came to pick me, we got into a silly fight. Too silly to even mention here to You. We made up within an hour but my mood was affected by it and it didn’t help that it was the first day of my period (I know it’s the universal excuse for all bad temper in women, but really, it wasn’t an excuse). Anyway, we went to see the priest and miraculously, we managed to catch hold of him and make an appointment to see him later that night. I could see how busy he was with so many people lining up to see him and how he had to maintain his priestly duties – show no stress, always show love and care – it can’t be easy to be him! But I wasn’t happy with the sloppy attitude of a certain assistant there that we had to deal with all this while and I let my irritation show. You see what I mean by I’m impatient? I mean, You’re so patient, so quick to love and so slow to anger but look at me – one sloppy assistant gets me all riled up! Please help me to be more patient and gracious like You.

Next we drove up to Tropicana Resort to see to our reception arrangements. The smile on Nicholas face when he saw the new beautifully renovated ballroom is one of the best memories of the weekend. Please help me to remember the joy of getting married to the love of my life and not to get distracted and stressed by all the beehive of activities for the wedding preparation.

Later we had to pick up my parents and go choose our wedding invitation. Oh God, you know how stressed I get playing the referee between my parents. The smallest, silliest thing offends one of them and that sets off weeks of Cold War. It really, really doesn’t help that Appa is saying “This is my only daughter’s wedding and I can’t afford to let anything go wrong” and than he does what he always does, sometimes I think he doesn’t realize he’s doing it – he bulldozers everyone’s opinion aside. That makes Amma mad cause she says ‘This is my only daughter’s wedding too! You can’t just ignore all my opinions!” Than there’s me saying, ‘Hey, this is my wedding!!” It’s not a competition, it’s not an event, it’s not some kind of challenge for them to throw down and say ‘Nah! I did this! Can you do better?’. I hate it when my wedding, something special and beautiful to me, to us, becomes the object of arguments. They can argue about everything else in this world, just keep my wedding out of it.

But on this occasion, when we went to choose the cards, thank you God that Nicholas was there. I think he handled everything really maturely and everyone came away happy. God, I’m really sorry that I got snappy at him because I was stressed with what my parents might fight about.

I’ve got about 3 months to go before D-Day and I really want to enjoy every moment of it. Please help me not to fight with Nicholas over things that we really have no business fighting about. Please help me to be patient with the opinions and demands of those around me. I don’t want to be crappy and snappy and turn into a Bridezilla.

When I’m stressed, please remind me of that time in the priest’s office when he asked Nicholas if he’s happy with our up-coming marriage and Nicholas gave a huge grin and said ‘Of course!’. Help me to remember the moments before I answered, when the priest asked me that question. When I glanced over and saw Nicholas smiling and I just knew there’s no one else who could make me happier.

Thank you, God.

Amen.

~Anya~

why would anyone want to drink from anyone else's MUG??? seriously! i'm getting sick of people stealing my mug... afterall, it has my name printed in large fonts, capital & bold!!

do I really need to paste "DO NOT USE MY MUG" on it too?? did something called common sense just elapsed out of this world? like really??


By: pissed, uncaffeined Lilo!