tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76262957225257070402012-02-17T04:48:19.905+13:00Feet Under WaterWhen the sun is hot, the breeze is light, a dip in the water. Yes. Just a little dip. For the shy, it still counts.Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-7052566374958715792011-12-16T03:55:00.001+13:002011-12-16T03:55:09.560+13:00Stamps in mu red bookNynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-75813792974137126622011-06-11T07:42:00.001+12:002011-12-05T08:25:05.053+13:00the stranger in the house
It was 9pm, I had just returned from another day with my girlfriend who was helping me stay sane.
I hadn't expected to have someone wait for my return. I felt a little bit guilty too now.
I can't ever tell what she is thinking.
I see her almost smiling but I still do not know what she is thinking.
"Have you eaten?" She asks.
I shook my head lightly.
She nods quietly as I walked slowly into the Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-76977179223446526982011-04-04T21:55:00.001+12:002011-04-04T21:59:20.466+12:00Evolution to Ipad
Gizmodo today wrote about the new Photoshop launched for Ipad.
How cool is that?
Obviously I am among the many fans out there, still having the will power (and lack of funds) to stall a while longer than joining the ipad cult. Call me practical. Ish.
I try to justify my reasoning to get one of those when I can finally use it as part of ALL of my daily activities- alarm, fitness,recipes, social Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-19868315819997386622011-03-15T13:18:00.001+13:002011-03-15T13:27:47.480+13:00Energy oh EnergyI use a lot of power in every day tasks. I really, really want to believe I use just as much as the next person.
I try not to think too much of it. Then again, part of what I am preaching away to crowd in my line of work is all about awareness and what can be done about it.
It's a little bit of a pickle these days, isn't it?
All hype over sustainability and anything/everything stamped with "Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-3876656065065193352011-03-13T12:13:00.000+13:002011-03-15T12:13:50.315+13:00HEADSThe results of sitting in the waiting room at the doctor's for 20 minutes....Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-63587615593451075902011-03-08T00:23:00.000+13:002011-03-15T13:19:36.735+13:00The CloakIts been about three weeks and four days since the 'invisibility cloak' was left on the hook behind my bedroom door.
I grimaced at the thought of hiding under it again.
Should I? It was so easy to do... so natural...
No, no
I am stronger than this.
I am doing so well already
Sure 'it' had its magical moments,
it is what magic does,
it will remain to be,
but what do I do?
oh what do i do?
I Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-46844457308385945552011-01-15T12:14:00.001+13:002011-12-05T08:54:41.200+13:00The Treaty
Waitangi
I am with him, walking beside him but he seems very far away.
He kisses my forehead but his eyes were elsewhere and I wondered what possibly could be that distracting.Oh yes. He loves his home country. The history, the space, the landscape.
It amuses me that he doesn't seem fazed by anything surrounding him when he is preoccupied with his thoughts, or when in awe of a Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-64529307321802652902010-12-23T01:39:00.008+13:002011-03-15T12:05:11.118+13:00Jolly Good 20103, 2, 1...
Tis the season to be jolly... tra la la la, la la la la
Happy Xmas...
Holidays here in NZ, sadly never much a big festive thing as it is back in Malaysia. Although, its always a party where booze is concerned, isnt it?
Does make it a little dull for the rest of us who chooses sobriety....
I must say it is still a holiday time best spent with loved ones.
Or big groups that enjoy one Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-15336100197545880492010-08-08T01:55:00.000+12:002011-03-15T02:16:11.081+13:00Nomad oh NomadBoxes here. Boxes there.
No bed still.
Just good old hefty mattress.
Big, big, white room.
Lots of closet space.
What is it now?
Third? Or is it fifth?
"Fourth, sweetheart," confirms Mom when I finally got the computer online again. Yes, Mom. I have moved into my fourth apartment since January this year.
I had valid reasons. Honest.
University had started already when I got my offer Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-77808540153431206232010-04-29T02:19:00.000+12:002011-03-15T02:20:35.864+13:00Cheese Cake Test RunNynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-50040512349529674152010-04-21T12:41:00.001+12:002011-03-15T12:46:57.412+13:00Cookies and Paint
Slow days in Christchurch... the boys are out playing soccer and I am left to entertain myself.What better ways than making cookies...
Little yummy ginger-cinnamon cookies. :)Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-81891698347251943642009-11-14T22:31:00.002+13:002011-03-15T02:42:46.736+13:00:: See, Hear and Listen ::
I see your laughter
I hear your mirth
I listen to your sadness
I see your sorrows
I hear your struggles
I listen to your beautiful confessions
I see your pain
I hear your frustrations
I listen to the footsteps of your anger
I see your love
I hear your forgiveness
I listen to your unwavering faith
I see you
I hear you
I listen to you
Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-28624139558641236402009-11-03T21:44:00.003+13:002010-02-03T20:46:07.232+13:00:::Blue NovemberIt's official. Moonsoon season settings itself in. .
Water drops. One. Three. Six.
And then it pours.
Yes. I am drenched.
Diluted acidic smell filled my nostrils. I used to like rain.
I dont know. I think I still do. Sometimes.
Depending on my geographic locations.
Or whether or not I am walking with important soluble documents in my hands.
Its not as dark as the the streets of Wellington Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-51353503567993261572009-07-27T01:37:00.000+12:002009-11-29T03:57:07.573+13:00::daily mayhem
Enough said.
Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-57770533788786668062009-07-23T01:11:00.003+12:002011-03-15T00:45:24.946+13:00::Back AgainIt was a bumpy, long, ride home.
I was more than restless when the plane touched down in Kuala Lumpur International Airport.
So much to do, so much to do...
While waiting for bags, my mind was shifting from people's faces and the list of tasks I knew I needed to do right away.
Let's see...
...1. Check emails
...2. Hug mum
...3. Nail the interview..
...4. find a way to not live at home....
Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-81105184419166094802009-05-27T12:37:00.000+12:002009-12-03T21:28:12.532+13:00::scraps
today is about how other people work.
what they see, what they like.
browsing the craft of others always somehow inspire me to try attempt my own in a different perspective.
its good practice.
Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-53605090989915011122009-02-11T12:12:00.001+13:002011-12-05T09:01:26.084+13:00questionable footstepsDo I go? Do I stay? I keep running in circles. Do I go? Do I stay? S.O.SNynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-81251332418396563322009-01-26T16:31:00.000+13:002009-11-29T03:59:41.651+13:00freeze that bubble!What keeps me in bed these days:* A game of Frozen bubbles (eventhough I lose* Iced Chocolate /Iced Coffee straight off the oven top courtesy of SquareHead Mc WindyA lady with a lot achille's heel...Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-91261631779862452632009-01-26T15:51:00.002+13:002009-12-03T21:31:38.385+13:00when I'm 64
Fingers drumming on the car window, she was clearly bored. Sun glasses perched high up on her small nose, he couldn't see or guess if she was grumpy or moody again.
"Do you know this song?" he breaks the silence?
She turned to him, eyebrows arching?
He begin throwing the words out.
"
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-85706486938836115402009-01-26T13:42:00.000+13:002009-12-03T21:27:36.104+13:00Different eyes"As the Arabs see the Jews" - in an American Mag 1947 Share
Friday, January 16, 2009 at 1:57pm
In the grimm events of the still-going Palestenian war, my inbox of late has been bombarded by all kinds of writings and group fwds from fellow friends, family and acquantainces from corners of the globe; all basically highlighting the cruelty and suffering of the civillians involved and how each ofNynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-13946966337750713242009-01-26T10:47:00.002+13:002011-03-15T00:25:13.468+13:00stones and pebbles
What day was it?
Thursday? Yeah? Yes, of course.
About a week after New Year's.
He and I were at the beach along side the Surf Highway number 2, mapping out and checking off the attraction list from the guide books I've insisted on taking with us.
Black sand beaches.
"Have you seen sand like these before?Look at this. Amazing isn't it?"
He gestured towards a wall of rock formation just Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-90759948546990655002009-01-23T12:35:00.000+13:002009-12-03T21:27:45.043+13:00A note from the elder sisterYou turn nine this coming April no longer eating crayons or trying out mum's heels just mediating into the boys-are-silly-they-are-so-messy-but-they're-kinda-cute phase asks me about boys now, party invites are piling up, my kid sister the social butterfly. my dad must be worried. You can't work the web cam, or type as fast i see you in my mind anyway, partly frustrated, as screaming "just you Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626295722525707040.post-33199832771964869982008-10-03T19:57:00.001+13:002011-03-15T00:52:05.336+13:00have a little faith:::For my final year for for Undergraduate degree, I had chosen to rely on my faith to repreresent my thesis.
Faith that I thought I could transform into an architectural element, and perhaps share the theory with the rest of my class in Wellington, NZ.
I was naive.
And perhaps a little too hopeful. Or may just a little too excited about the idea, than the actual work that needed to be put Nynaevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16562293380580925142noreply@blogger.com0