Never Too Late
Song title: Jikalau (If) - ukulele cover by Ingrid Tamara.
For a long time I have been wanting to learn to play ukulele and Chinese 2 strings erhu. I kept pushing it aside. For erhu, not many plays it here, or to buy one. I don't like having to trouble someone to get me one from China. Ukulele however, they make locally here, had been since as long as I can remember as a child. What holding me back is the fact that I had tried learning guitar in the past, unfortunately I have short fingers, it hurts to press on the strings.
The sound ukulele makes, unlike guitar, its vibration touches my heart and calms my mind. Even so, as time goes by, I have forgotten about it. That is, until someone across the street played it for nights in a row while I was sitting on my balcony. I looked it up online, locally made ones. I know it wont make a beautiful sound as the good ones. But...I am just learning, it will do to practise the chords and holding it, nothing fancy. Oh... I also like the fact that it is held close to the heart when playing it. If I could find one thats priced within my budget of $3 or $4 max, I would buy one. I found one!
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I just looked at my ukulele's pic☝️, funny I just noticed how big it looked, liked guitar size. In reality, my ukulele is pretty small, all ukuleles are small as far as I can remember. Havent googled baritone ukulele type, not interested, but I learnt that they are the biggest type in size compares to concert and soprano type.
Its smallness in size is what motivates me to try to learn to play it.
beautiful voice the lady has.
lovely instrument it is.
Agreed. She has beautiful voice. I found her by chance when googling for ukelele cover songs.
There is another woman who has strong beautiful voice. I think her name is Renee Dominique. Different voice from Ingrid Tamara, but beautiful all the same.
Went out last night to minimart where they set up a small coffee counter by the entrance, coffee table and chairs outside on the sidewalk. Thought I gave myself a tiny short break from the mundane at home with a cup of cappucino.
No more than 5 minutes later, a neighbor's divorced son joyously sat beside me, he started chattering, I stayed silent. No response. I do not want to talk to anyone. He kept chattering, I stood up and left.
Back home, still inside my hood, I sat at an open air public gazebo liked space, and prayed this time no one would approach me for small talk blabla.
I watched utube while sitting there, happened to come across videos ridiculing our big guy. I mean, I've seen Trump ridiculed videos a lot, but our big guy... only last night, and it was very funny. It made me laugh, as it was shown how ridiculous and illogical he was when giving speech or interviewed in public.
But... what made me had deep belly laugh was an AI video of a toddler being interviewed. I usually skipped AI videos, not last night.
The interviewer asked the toddler:
"What do you call breaking up with your partner?"
The toddler replied in English: "Move on."
Interviewer asked again: " What do you call when back with your ex again?"
Toddler replied in our language this time: " Blo (as in blog without the g sound) On.
Blo on in our slang means stupid.
I laughed and laughed and laughed.. still laughing now remembering the video 😂😂😂
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AC broke down againnnn 🙄.
To overcome the heat, I keep myself busy. Since my Hazel wall paint delivery still taking its time, I figured it must have been delivered by buffalo-drawn carriage, and the poor buffalo must have been under a tremendous heat like I do, so let it take its time. I cleaned a wall thats meant to be where my make do dining space would be, mixed and applied putty where wall needed replenishment, then sanding it off smoothly.
A cousin or a close friends should have known to leave me far and alone when am in that very quiet calmness mode. Nope. A cousin forgot. She philosophized my situation with religion arguments thru personal message. She bears the consequences. Poor girl. She will live. Afterall, its just words, and she's my cousin. She herself had gone thru hell in her entire life, with only me standing by her. When my turn in a situation with stupid AC, she philosophized.
I was thinking of getting a cup of cappucino at a cafe, but maybe not.
The AC guy is coming tomorrow. A good honest guy, he knows my not liking heat is real, that my AC keeps breaking down so often that its abnormal even to his standard. So everytime it happens, he would come right away to fix it for me. Always with a big laugh everytime he and his son arrived... AC down again? he would ask. Hell yeah! After AC repaired or serviced, we usually would sit down at balcony, had coffee together, black coffee for him and sweetened tea for his almost adult son who is in training with his father.
Until tomorrow, tonight I will still sleep AC-less, with mosquitoes. Not sexy at all 🥴
AC fixed. Thankfully nothing broken or leaking. Simply a matter of an overdue basic maintenance, and with volcanoes erupted recently, dust clogging drainage pipe on the outdoor unit, plus thick accumulated dust at indoor putdoor units.
Amidst AC related issues, mom decided today is a good day to hassle her daughters. I dont know about my sis, but she has a husband to lean on, me... I can say I am still quite okay without a husband to lean on, still managed to stand on my feet, albeit dragging them along when moving since the break of dawn today.... and still in quiet calmness mode too.
TITLE : THE THREE MUSKETEERINAS.
OIL ON CANVAS.
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Hi Wujas. Glad you still check in to view my painting... thank you😊
I've been thinking to organize my painting posts under the topic "VERO!VERO!VERO!"
Cooking under Raksha's meal topic.
My blabberings and miscellaneous projects under this very topic NEVER TOO LATE.
The topic CLICK!CLICK! and the rest of my painting post I will just let them be. That is, as long as Kejraj keeps Forum open.
My body is still integrating recent downloadment and purging of October 10. Will resume posting and sharing as best I can.
It's a very hot and humid day today, so hot that it feels like heat itself hovering and coming out of my skin pores. No appetite to eat at all but forced myself to eat anyway. Crown still feel pressured, but at least it is bearable. Walking is still wobbly, heavy, and the next second feels like am standing on baseless ground, often causing me to lose my balance. Slow slow slowwww down is my chant of the day.
Awhile ago I went to utube, immediately Margaret Thatcher's speech about natural resources of other countries that have no political framework or enterprises to use their resources blabla popped out onto my screen. Translation in short: A sophiticated way of saying to keep stealing.
I dont need and dont want to watch or hear human glorifying human shits ( I dont want to offend the bulls, even their shits are nourishment to plants. Cant say that with manmade shits). Yet it was the first video popped onto my screen. Often an AI generated video popped out too, an advertisement of articulation courses. Really???!
The ads said "Dont say your name when introducing yourself but say this.... " or " Dont say you are sorry for being late. Say instead... thank you for waiting".
How did we reach this point of articulating shittiness? 🤔
FIRST COAT.
The wall where my make-do dining space is just about 3 metre square, but air temperature at 40°C (for the rest of the population, for me... feels like 48°C) for 2 days straight now, 3 metre square becomes like 9 metre square, times 3 coats, thats 27 metre square.
Why 'o why do I have to do this? Many reasons:
1. When someone told me I cant use kitchen downstairs, I didnt respond a word. I made-do one upstairs.
2. When I asked someone for help, they said no. I said fine, started working on my own.
3. When I decided to use my creative power everytime for whatever creations, hell broke loose.... EVERYTIME. In fact, all my life. Nothing new, but I always take it as a challenge, to see myself if I still have what I am made of.
Made myself little wooden dining table, make-do kitchen table, shelves, and now painting wall. Painstakingly accomplished one by one. Then people started blabbering that I am bossy. Like one of Sinead 'O Connor's song: I AM NOT BOSSY, I AM THE BOSS 😎
Since yesterday when the heat hit 40°C, pressure happening at the back of my eye, caused swelling on my right eyelid, and oozing out those nasty smelly mucus-liked substance. Painful. Foot toes swelling as well. Half inch bubbles showing up between toes. Painful too.
But..........
IAM NOT BOSSY, I AM THE BOSS.
Onward. First coat paint done.
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