Tuesday 27th September 2005

STOMP

The show was great. It's amazing how much of a racket a bunch of 8 or 9 people can produce, given the right instruments, which in this case, means pretty much anything. Was annoyed with the fact dat we aren't even allowed to take a picture though. Why is dat? We do know how to hold back the flash u noe?

Anyways, loved watching them hopping around one another and pretty much just making everything sound great. Even stuff dat we usually find annoying for instance, the rustling of plastic bags. Be it in clapping, using their brooms, pipes, toilet plungers, kitchen sink, sand, water, measuring tape, saw, cups, the popular trash bin lids, barrels (metal or plastic), chairs, sign boards, match boxes, boots, grunts, sneezes, newspapers, boxes, basketballs, sticks, or simply their body parts. Everything was a joy to watch. And the audiences were so enthu, clapping along with amazing accuracy to their beat.

Definitely worth the ringing in the ears afterwards.

Currently reading:Guardians Of The Keep by Carol Berg - these days, I hardly pick up a 3 book long fantasy, for the simple reason dat, the 1st book is always missing fm the library shelf.Decided to take this book 2 of The Brdge of D'Arnath regardless of my dislike in having a missing beginning. It has been a great book thus far. Am prophesying late nites to finish the consumption of this series.

Just finished reading: comic - daisuki - such a :( comic.

Thursday 26th September 2005

reunion 2005

Would hv loved penning down every little detail of the small reunion dat took place last saturday afternoon. Every bit of conversation, every little joke, how great everyone looked, how comfortable the company felt. But, somehow, these things just feel better placed in the mind, in a little warm place called memory. Or, let's just say, i am way too lazy to comb through the day's happenings again.

Would like to note down who was there though. Joan & hubby (uh, wat's his name?), SV, CS, Cindy, Rowena, Jas and FP.

Plus, as a bonus I finally found out wat a dozen others were up to at the mo. Great.

Friday 23rd Sep 2005

juggling plans

I always wonder why I suck big time when it comes to planning a gathering. There's just something about my management skills dat sort of foils my plans up at the last moment or so. Or maybe it's the insufficient charm dat oozes out of my pores. So, to remedy dat, no, not, the 'charm' part, i meant the planning parts, I usually just leave it to the experts to handle. (a.k.a., everyone else but me)

Today, my big scheme to rush down and meet my friend, get a refund on my train tix and then further proceed to the immigration was screwed up, once again, by the powers above. This time, my boss. sigh! One group meeting at 3pm, pronto, and everything goes up in smoke. Plus, knowing how 'vocal' everyone in the team is, the meeting would probably drag on till 6.

But since not all of the plan was thought up by myself, I'm sure i haven't jinxed it to high heaven yet. So, scratch the refunding part, & there is still hope yet. With the driving skills of K, i hope to get home at 11.30pm tonite instead of 6am tomorrow. Ah... it's so nice to hv a friend dat drives (or, a friend of a friend).

And tomorrow, there's the bonus of meeting up with at least 4 of my best pals fm high school. Golly, it's been years since i last saw some of 'em. I should load up my camera now.

It's often times like these dat the planner (SV in this case) would hv to drag out his/her cellphone, punching in, and getting the suitable location & time to accomodate all the busy people. Poor SV, having to try and reschedule everything twice over, and even giving up her own plans to get everything in order. I think it's also times like these dat makes one wonder whether it's worth all the effort, and consider giving up.

So, when everything actually falls into place after all the little heartaches along the way, it's actually more of a miracle. So everyone should appreciate it more, Darn It! and stop sulking in the corner.

SV, ru, thank you for ur efforts all the time. *HUGS*

Currently about to read: The Future Scrolls by Fern Michaels

Just finished reading: Maggie Needs An Alibi by Kasey Michaels - cool book. It's actually a murder mystery, set in present day NY. The cool part being Maggie (a murder mystery writer) suddenly having 2 of her fictional characters come to life and living with her. Plan to book the 2nd book, called "Maggie By The Book"

Wednesday 22nd September 2005

The Tandem Story

Hahaha... I think I read this before, but it still tickled me silly. I just loved the teacher's last line.

Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix:

The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me.The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca and Gary.

THE STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca): He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her."Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

(Gary): Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

(Rebecca): This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

(Gary): Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of &$#@ TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"

(Rebecca): A--hole.

(Gary): B-tch

(Rebecca): F__ YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!

(Gary)Go drink some tea - Wh_re.

(TEACHER): A+ - I really liked this one

Thursday 15th September 2005

Shooting one's mouth

A warm flush around neck and the bottom tips of the ears. A shadow feeling of cold sweat. The slightest clutching in the stomach, and a hollowness, somewhere in the chest.

Those are the feeling I frequently get, whenever I hv just spouted a stream of nonsense.

A sense of doom, dread? Knowing i've dug a deep hole, and hoping for a ladder somewhere, to climb out. Fast.

Sigh! Definite symptoms of a simple brain.

Currently reading: Late Bloomer by Fern Michaels (hehe, I just love all these books. They are so simple, it's like a sin reading 'em.)

Just finished reading: Pulling Princes by Tyne O'Connell Bloomsbury (children's book.*sheepish*); Get Backers - 29; Death Note - 4; Shirogane - 21; The Fifth Angel by Tim Green; The Nimble Man: The Managerie #1 by Christopher Golden, Thomas E. Sniegoski (the next book is The Tears of the Furies: The Menagerie #2)

Wednesday 14th September 2005

Jeans

It's strange to even begin to wax lyrically about something dat is so much a part of my daily attire. But then again, given dat half my life i'm usually in the pants of one, it sort of deserve a poem all on its own. Too bad i've never been any good in tolerating poems and such.

Anyway, wat's with the hype of super-duper, double whooper low-low boot cut jeans these days? It's like u can't ever get a normal pair of reasonable ladies jeans tht isn't cut so low, dat, sitting down is nearly impossible, unless u wanna expose the crack in ur butt. And dat is if u can even button it up in the first place. %#*%$!

It must be some sort of conspiracy between all the jeans manufacturers. They gathered one nite, about half a decade ago, and hands rubbing together, small beady eyes filled with nastiness and glint of evil mischief, decided to make all females of the world suffer.

"First, we'll make them (the jeans) in really small sizes, so, only a small percentage of super slim small hipped model like figures can fit in."

"YES! Haw-haw! And eventually, after everyone get used to seeing those jeans hanging precariously by the hip bone, they'll actually think it looks good."

"Perfect. And then it's time to make them in a bigger fit. Slowly that is. And eventually, when one finds one dat they can fit into, they'll promptly buy them."

*Smirks* "And when they know how lousy the design is. It is too late. We have found a way to save denim material, and everyone in the world will be thanking us for our new super low cuts."

"Haw-haw-haw. And whenever anyone sits down, we can roll over ourselves in glee, seeing them exposing themselves and thinking it is so very cool."

Thursday 8th September 2005

a little side note...

Let's see. These past 7 days was pretty much a mixture of extreme happiness and anxiety. Will try to crop out the latter and list down the happiness instead.

Happiness in solving a software problem

Happiness in having submitted a report dat my boss liked(after having to rewrite it)

Happiness in having a few hours of nite out with cousin in town amidst the backlog of work.

Happiness in finally donating blood w/o glitches. The last couple of times were such dizzying experiences, I swore off it for awhile.

Although honestly, I think half the reason I voluntered to let some liquid off was just to simply escape work for a few hours. haha... the extend i go to to procrastinate with less guilt.

Monday 1st September 2005

September

While deciding how to decorate this month's blog, I was quite stuck. What does September hold? Hardly anything special seems to be in the calendar. It is neither the beginning, the end, or the middle of anything. For students, it is a time right after the excitement of a new sem. had settled, a sort of lulling time when the fear of the exams has yet to hit. For the ones working, it is way before the bonus months of year ends, and way past the bonus months of mid years (if u hv dat). Like the note 'la' in the doremi, it is simply the note to follow August, the month dat we endure before October.

(Err, if ur b'day falls on this month, then, uh, many apologies.)

Maybe September should be the month to put our best foot forward. The month that we spend doing watever it is we like most, finishing the stuff tht we postponed, correcting the mistakes we've collected since January, mending all holes to be mended and generally making sure the final 3 months of the year will be wonderful.

& maybe there will be new surprises installed this year by the powers dat be. Not nasty ones like the Hurricane Katrina, or 9-11, instead, little sweet surprises dat will make September a better month.