Albert Docks, Liverpool

Took some of these pictures while holidaying in December before, during and after breakfast at the docks.

This is my personal favourite. A shot of the city centre from the Docks.

A shot of the docks from within

I quite like this door-arch shot with the wet cobbled floor

I love Mambo!

But unfortunately, mambo night was also the night I bade farewell to all the wonderful folks at Kreta Ayer. Of course we are not talking about the workers of the night that never fail to squeeze their cleavages out of their teeny tight tops they wear, but really the folks from the place I last work. I think I'd be missing them loads.

I'm in awe of two of my colleagues, who are still party-ing hard whilst working and having two kids each. Wow. And they're incredibly fun people to hang out with. It's thoroughly amusing to have them recount very recent stories of how much younger looking men try to pick them up. And they use the word "chick". Lol. Grossly funny stuff. I love them loads. Ok, so this would be my little tribute to them they'll never read.


Oh well, at least I think we'd be meeting for drinks or lunches in the coming weeks. And, there's innova to look forward to. Hopefully we can do a Cardiff or Barnsley of sorts. Fingers crossed. :)

A growing animus

I’ve been reading 3 months worth of entries from a single blog in this one big sudden unfettered rush of voyeurism that spanned the wee hours of this morning and free time this afternoon at work. It has been a most delightful read. Probably because it came across like how my nieces when younger would grab my hands, pull my shirt, and look at me wide and doe-eyed and issue their irrevocable demand: "jiu jiu! Bible Story!"

It was blithe, honest and teeming with belief, and sans the cynicism one so frequently encounters nowadays.

How interesting that in the quiet, less the bawdy bar banter, the notions evoked from reading what this used-to-be schoolmate from very long ago (AJ first three months long) has written seems so appealing that I want to flush all that is anathema to it down some shit hole. And thereafter revel in the Chorus of Make me a Believer from the Left Behind soundtrack.

In case the wrong impression is given, unlike the last two posts, the above-mentioned notions are not God-related. Rather, they seem to involve more mundane things like a Golden Retriever puppy frivolously darting to and fro when I reach out to pet her in the presence of her mistress who somehow lumbered into my little garden whilst taking her on a late night walk. Or flush-prone faces, or helping old ladies carry bags after a Fish and Co dinner, or prancing about to Wham!’s Wake Me Up Before You Go Go. You know, the likes.

Oh well, it would be nice.

But I’m guessing that I will not take long, say maybe after tonight’s dinner before I’d swing back to the old, and reach down the shithole for the more leavened perspective, though perhaps, with a lot less zest and gusto.

It's probably the music

I have been super tired this weekend. Missed the stuff I was supposed to do today cause of my nua-ing, and had a game cancelled because of bad weather.

I think my thought life has been extremely mish-mash...

A most bubbly colleague (whom I inordinately adore) - consultant and part time missionary - got me to give some serious thought about the God question after a lunch conversation I had with her last week. I see myself missing her along with shans and lin quite abit when I depart from my current place of work this week. Oh, by the way, she's going to Kyrgyztan for missions soon I think, and did I mention she's about my mum's age? woots to her :P

And then having watched two movies over this weekend on Ch5 and either StarMovies or HBO, and over some emo-music, I found myself re-evaluating certain perspectives I have embraced with quite abit of vigour. These were fomented by the random people from around. Hm, the verdict is to well, re-orientate.

And I've been doing some reading. The bad thing though, is that I've been distracted quite abit, not by anything terribly important in particular, but by random, neglible bits. Was hoping to finish alot more than what I have done today, oh well, back to the book I guess... :)

Swept Over

It's 2AM in the morn, and I can't get to sleep because of this hell of a sore thorat I have. Probably from the throwing up Sunday morn, which by the way was the first time I've ever got so wasted. Getting high with that kind of company was fun, but clubbing that night just didn't cut it like the other times even though a friend(kudos to her) got us through(wa, jumped the long-ass queue) with VIP stamps and all. Might be cause Junyi's not around.

And 2AM might be a real weird time to get terribly introspective, considering there's still work tomorrow, but life has been sweeping by at the fastest pace. I've been whizzing through a whole load of stuff I've never done before, some of which I would rather not discuss publicly. And though all of this is in good fun, I really ought to do a bit of introspection.

Oh, by the way, in the zenith of my wastedness at MOS, I actually prayed!! Ha! Like one of those good ol' visceral Psalms David offered, though I think mine was not very Psalm like in that I didn't do the whine about predicament and declare God's character (ooh... good i still remember stuff like that) but I did a "if you are there open my eyes..." kind of prayer. But the God conundrum is still too much for me to bear as for now.

Oh well, I betta go off to sleep soon. Just a weird mix of decadence and religiosity in a place some of the more spiritual ones would consider debauched.