starfield - unashamed

I have not much to offer You
Not near what You deserve
But still I come because Your cross has placed in me my worth

Oh Christ, my King of sympathy, whose wounds secure my peace
Your grace extends to call me friend, Your mercy sets me free

I know I'm weak, I know I'm unworthy to call upon Your name
But because of grace, because of Your mercy,
I stand here unashamed

I can't explain this kind of love
I'm humbled and amazed,
That You'd come down, from heaven's heights and greet me face to face

Here I am at Your feet, in my brokenness, complete

the "zsa zsa zsu"

"zsa zsa zsu"
defined by carrie bradshaw (SATC) as the "butterflies"; that funny feeling you get between your chest and your tummy when you're with someone who just makes you nervous all over...=)

i haven't felt that way in so long...but maybe the remembrance of it is enough to last. when i get the zsa zsa zsu's, i get so nervous and choked up that i literally kinda want to puke. (I know that sounds nasty...but...I can't help it!) I would then have to proceed to walking around...and around...until my "convulsions" stop. I still remember bumping into a friend the last time that happened...making her go: "elaine...elaine...are you OK?". Yep, I had it bad. (in the words of usher, haha!)

that inexplicable anxiety...the red cheeks...the stammering...the constant "no, i'm ok! REALLY!" (while choking a little)...it's funny too...i never used to be like this until recent years. i get all jittery, awaiting something that will calm me down...where i would settle and be at ease...
for me to feel the zsa zsa zsu and the calming effect (i call it my *unagi* moment), is rare and nearly unseen. takes someone awfully special to perpetuate that in me=)

haha...speaking of blushing and wanting to puke...have i ever told ya'll my "prof stalking" story?

12:05am - midnight silliness

elaine: what's that lazy animal that we read about again?
iris: i'm not telling you...cuz i know you'll just call me that.
elaine: A WOMBAT! you're a WOMBAT!
iris: "i don't like evil people...and that's why i'm going to put my foot on your pillow...and rub it."

if i could vote for the world's worst restaurant, it would be a restaurant in my own household. It has no name. We only know it as "Dad's restarant", but obviously other people cannot call it that unless they are related to my dad. Fat worm.

So one day I was sleeping and for some weird reason daddy decided to DELIVER me breakfast instead of calling me down to make myself a ham sandwhich. The night before we had Chinese roast beef for dinner, and dad thought it was a good idea to put the beef in a sandwhich.

So he did.

There was also lettuce and ketchup in it. Beside the sandwich there was a chocolate wafer (only one) and a bunny candy. He also served me Horlicks that was very watered down and tasted like nothing. He said I owed him 5.75 so he wrote me a receipt. The next day I went to his restaraunt again and I ordered the same thing but this time he didn't charge me any money.

big sister here - also affectionately known as "butterball".

when i found out about this so-called "restaurant", i asked fat worm whether i could make reservations for tomorrow morning. fat worm replied: "no. my restaurant has one table only. for one customer. there is only one cook! I cannot cook for more than one person!"

*i rolled my eyes and "HMMMMed!" in his face*

he finally surrendered: "i guess you can 'dap toy' with wormball/little farting bear".

the end.