If you listen, you can hear it. The city, it sings.

I'm about to make breakfast. My body clock is screwed during weekends and transitioning to the work week. Am I the only person who still listens to M2M? (Marit and Marion? Those two gals from Sweden, I'm guessing.) "My baby don't mess with my love?" ;p 

These are water colors from last night. I like how the wet work looked like. When it dries up, the colors get lighter. And my camera is a bit broken so it doesn't really show justice. Lol. I'm really stressing over the gift-giving to the god-kids who are growing by the numbers every year. I resort to the sketchbook, (almost) moleskin, and old ruled hardbound notebooks to scribble, doodle, and splatter paint. 

It has been overall a good year. I haven't been blogging like I've been blogging in Multiply last year. Twitting got in the way. Blogger had been a good friend the past few months. Yes, I miss the familiar face that is Friendster too. Facebook had been too loud. ;p

I'm thinking of doing the great move. It'll be Seattle before I hit 30. If He permits me. If I feel safe. It'll be easy. ;p But, so far from where I've been, Piayaland had treated me fairly well. ;p I love training. I love the classes I've handled despite the uninspiring days. ;p

I should really be making breakfast. God bless you Multiply community. 

edits: i wonder how these photos wind up being here- tas my watercolors were erased. odd.