question of the week

will there be a shutdown come midnight?*

this clearly is the multi-billion dollar question of most of our lifetimes.

*HOM and i are betting on yes.

cherry blossoms

there is something about the careless abundance of spring that makes you want to frame just another shot, as if the picture is able to help you stay a tiny moment of eternity.

army life

boot camp's ending soon. the young pup has, i gather, acquitted himself well. 

red velvet

J2 and C are in business. i am their first customer. the pot-luck session is around the corner and i finally have a non-store-bought option! but i'll have to say this, there ain't no free lunch in life, not even for the mother of the cook.

letris®!

trivial pursuit. new heights.

atonement

calvary's love can heal the spirit life has crushed and cast aside, and redeem 'til heaven's promise fills with joy once empty eyes.  - greg nelson/phill mchugh

before the invasion of the bunnies and the peeps and the chocolate eggs, i want to remember that once, a man paid an unbearable price to redeem my impossible debt.

because of that i can sing.

clever boy

it thunders and lightnings in the night and we hear a distinct scratching sound on the bedroom door. this turns out to be Dog asking to be let in. which he is, owing to our utter shock. this must be his most sophisticated attempt at communication to date. previous strategies have been confined to waiting hopefully for relevant doors to simply open.

tonight, if it thunders and storms again, it will have to be J2's turn.

blearrrgh

what i say is, you don't know the meaning of creep until you have crept through d.c. traffic at the height of cherry blossom season. it's enough to make a girl give up her licence. 

shanghai village oops

HOM and i treat ourselves to a dinner date at a highly rated chinese restaurant. delicious, the reviews say. worth the hunt. d.c.'s hidden gem. 

we find ourselves the only chinese apart from the people at the counter, who do not readily speak chinese. well, we console each other, for an american place, it's half-way decent chinese.

me, polyglot

so much for selamat datang. the malaysians turn out to be perfectly conversant in english. well, duh, i could have told the organizers. where do you think i picked up my english? however, all is not lost. my nihao makes some gentlemen from china very happy indeed, although we do not have much deep conversation on account of my finite vocabulary. tomorrow, if the thai delegates turn up, i shall bring my sawadee-kah out for an airing.