FUNNYACCENT

Waterweb Bridge

 About four years ago I began to notice that I had to make an extra effort to motivate myself to go out and run after I came home from work. It was no longer an unconscious act when I got home, changed into running gear and I was out of the door in a jiffy.

And it has become a constant mind battle since then. The only interesting part is on the weekend I've never experienced this constant mind battle over run or not to run. As a matter of fact, the warmer the weather we get the earlier I hit the beach or the sidewalk.

Yesterday, it happened again. My mind was already on rationalize mode as I got off the train at my stop.

"You already ran 8 miles on Saturday."

"But you didn't run yesterday."

"Well....I walked miles and miles on Sunday."

The debate in my head went on and on until I saw another water web (I named them water web) on top of the plants near my apartment.
This time most of the spider webs were weaved between 5 to 8 inches. The early drizzle in the afternoon trapped in the webs that looked like tiny hanging bridge from the side view.

After I spent about 20 minutes to capture the waterweb bridgeshot, I entered my apartment, changed into my running gear and went out to run. I ran about 5 miles. Only on my way back from Castle Island, it occurred to me that the excitement of watching waterweb bridge have temporarily wiped out my rationalize mode not to run.

Now, I have to look for some new excitement on my way home from work to shut up the debate in my head.

This shot reminds me of science fiction tv series I used to watch back in the late 60's, Land of the Giants .

What if  if we woke up one morning and found ourselves stranded in the land of giants?

Unique Exposure Photo Challenge

 Rusty

Waterweb

Spring this year is not like the springs in previous years. As a matter of fact we actually hadn't experienced a proper spring at all. Winter lasted until end of April, came May the mild winter temperature hung around until May. You woke up the next morning, it was summer.

What? What do I do with my new cute sweater to match with a new jacket I got at Goodwill?

Put them in your closet and bring them out next spring, you silly old woman.

This year is different. Spring is staying and we get plenty of rain too. This week is pretty much wet week. I find it amazingly beautiful the rain drops trapped in spider web. I found seven spots yesterday on the plants outside the building where I live.

 

First Contact

Outside my apartment a few days ago.

Can You Flex This?

Last Saturday I managed to run 8 miles, 4 miles on Monday evening and another 4 miles on Wednesday. I wanted to do double loop at Castle Island on Wednesday evening, but I didn't get home until 6:00 pm. And boy I hate it when somebody messed up my running plan.

On Wednesday, around 2:00 pm the supervisor returned to the site from Directors meeting. He told us due to some important information he had to share with us, the staff and clinical meeting would be held in an hour instead of the next day. When he saw my expression, he knew I was upset with it. He asked me if everything was okay.

"Ohh.... I just need a cup of tea." What do you think, you sob, you'd just ruined my plan.

"I know you are mad at me. You're planning to run this evening."

"You got me. Yeah...I'm mad at you, but it will go away." He knew I told him the truth.

The thing is he is an of endangered species. That's how good he is as a boss.

And when people say things happen for reasons, I roll my eyes. But the one hour run which I started late on Wednesday evening got me thinking hard of my emotional reaction on some events that took place in the past.

I've always considered myself as a flexible, spontaneous, bla, bla, bla....., but when thing didn't go my way, I became upset, angry or annoyed at the person I wanted to belief that ruined my plan.

"Ana, you are full shit. You said you are flexible. Flexible my arse!!!" I told myself out loud as the sand crunched under my feet and the salty air brushed my face.

When I reached the Castle Island, I slowed down and ran uphill toward the fort. I wanted to put my finger on the subject that I wasn't flexible about. What were the subjects that I was flexible about and what were not? I looked at my watch when I reached to the top. Then it hit me.

It was all about TIME. I couldn't detach myself from time.................I'll be back.

Later, after the shower I had fried cempedak  for dinner.

Big Talent in Small Package

I wanted to write about Shayna Wan Zaid, a very talented girl with heavenly beautiful voice after I met her for the first time during a trip to NYC with Ginny back in November last year.

I've heard so much about Shayna through her mother and she has already carved her name in music scene in Malaysia.

The two days/nights we rode a subway and car and walked up and down the streets in Manhattan and Williamsburg I learned that a tiny body of her has more than amazing voice, talent and beautiful face. She is very humble and down to earth person. I love her for that.

This girl, when you talk with her, she looks square (round,oblong or whatever the shape of your face) at your face, a smile spreads on her face all the way to her eyes, and she listens. Not everyone of us has an ability to listen because we love to talk.

Shayna and The Catch sings regularly at Rockwood Music Hall on Lower East Side Manhattan. My favorite songs from her newest album Au Fait EP are I Remember Just Because. Go to Shayna's site and listen to her merdu's voice.

Smile.................

I heard somebody said what we see with our naked eyes is a reflection of our thought at that particular moment. I know I was  in a good mood. I was chatting and laughing with Ginny, Lauren and Lucriticia as we strolled down Newbury Street. But when I stood about four or feet away from this beautiful flower, I saw an angry expression, more like a grimace.

I pointed it out to the girls, and Ginny said, "yes, it looks like the flower is annoying at something (or perhaps at us?)

What do you see?

First Step

One of two my free style quilts I submitted at ArtMarket Gallery  Downtown Boston at the end of May was selected for a display.

I forgot all about it after I dropped the application, a copy of the receipt of entry fee and two photos of the quilts on May 28th.

On Saturday morning as I was getting ready to go out to run I saw  a flyer of the event under a coffee table. The opening the event sticking out between a stack of fabric under a coffee table. I looke at the date and realized the exhibiton wwould be on Sunday, 6/7/2009. I figured that my work didn't make it since I didn't hear anything from them.

I wrote an email anyway to Enrique Florendo, the owner/organizer of the gallery wondering if they had received my application.

When I got home around noon, I had an email from Enrique. He wrot: "Call me."

When I called him, he said he wasn't at his computer but he remembered that one of my quilts had been selected. But I didn't hear anything from you, I told him. We sent you an email he said. He told to call him at 4:00 pm for further instruction.

To make a long , boring story short, I brought in the quilt on Sunday afternoon, a few hours before the opening. My dear friends Ginny, Lauren and Lucretia  were there for moral support. Thank you, ladies.