Was shooting at the Archery Association of Singapore's Potong Pasir range yesterday, and while those of us who decided to meet in school and proceed there together were on our way there, I discovered a curious thing indeed.
If you took bus service number 151, depending on which direction the bus was going in, you would pass almost every school which I've ever attended, in either the order in which I attended them, or the reverse order.
From NUS, 151 would later pass CJC, albeit on the opposite side of the road; then it would stop at a bus stop which is behind the housing estates just being CHIJ Toa Payoh Secondary and Primary. And then around the Potong Pasir area, 151 would stop somewhere behind Ascension Kindergarten, which is where I attended both kindergarten and nursery.
Interesting, isn't it? :D I only say "almost every school" because before I moved house when I was nine, I attended CHIJ Our Lady of Good Counsel in the Serangoon area.
The one thing that stands out the most about the training yesterday, however, is how un-spectacular the place looked and how infuriatingly windy the place was!
Well, all right, that's two things, but does that really matter? :P
But really; the place is just this big open space with target boards set up at 18, 30, 50 and 70 metres from the shooting line, and the various lines on the field aren't even properly spray-painted; they're nylon strings just strung over the ground to demarcate the lines. In places, the grass has also grown all over the strings, such that as some points, you can't actually see the shooting line and you have to look back or further in front to where the line reappears, for reference. What crap. Mind you, even the target boards look like they've seen better days.
There isn't even proper security or anything either; it's just this place which looks like an abandoned, undeveloped area, which has a gate (the kind which is really just a metal frame with wire fence across it) and a very ordinary-looking wire fence around it; there're about three small temporary-looking shelters set up behind the shooting line, and a collection of mismatched, sad-looking chairs and stools and tables clustered under these shelters.
And equipment storage was just... quite shocking.
There was one large white container, and under a tree, there was a large metal compartment which you see on the back of some pick-up trucks.
In the white container, you have some of those large foam squares which can be swapped around on the target boards when certain parts of the board get too worn out, but other than that, the scopes are also in there. I mean the scopes which the people who are shooting at like, 70 metres, use because the target's too far away for them to be able to see where their shot has landed without the use of the scope.
And those things are hideously expensive. Hell, EVERYTHING in archery is really expensive.
So, what about the large metal compartment sitting under the tree? Wanna guess what's in there?
Yeah. Bows. All of which probably cost close to (and if not, slightly over) $1000 each.
So all someone would have to do is drive up at night (the place is just off the side of a main road), break through the shoddy-looking gate, find a way to load up that compartment on wheels or something, and they could easily drive off with about.. I don't know, twenty thousand dollars' worth of bows, arrows and various other equipment and add-ons??!
And of course, right now, you're probably wondering to whom those equipment belong to.
And that's what really takes the cake.
Because AAS' Potong Pasir range is where the National Team trains.
Talk about the injustices which the lesser-known sports in Singapore have to endure.
Although the "lesser-known" status of archery might change after that article which the Straits Times ran in the Life! section of last Sunday's paper. Or this Sunday, if you're one of those people who believes that Sunday is really the first day of the week.
But I doubt that just an article will send hoards of people scurrying off to take an archery course or something.
And in the Sports section of today's paper, there's discussion about whether or not some sports should be considered sports, especially after Prime Minister Lee's idea that only disciplines which require "physical skill and exertion" will be regarded as sports, and therefore, be funded by the Budget.
On the right side of the article, a few "sports" are short-listed as either "50-50" (that is, they fall in the grey area as to whether or not they should be regarded as a sport ot not) or as being overlooked entirely.
In the latter category, there're things such as cuesport, dancesport and contract bridge, while in the "50-50" category, archery is right at the top.
You ask if archery should be considered a sport? Well, hey, you see it in the Olympics, don't you?
And if Prime Minister Lee still insists on going by his "physical skill and exertion" definition of "sport", then maybe he should consider this:
It isn't terribly fun or relaxing to stand out in the sun for hours. A bow does not draw itself, and an arrow certainly does not fly without any strength behind it. It may look easy to you, since it's all just a repeat of the same action over and over again, but I'd like to see most people try it. As with many things in life, it definitely is not as easy as it looks, and believe me, there IS physical skill and exertion involved. In recreational archery alone, I've seen many people who can't even draw a 20-pound bow; and while I started with a 25-pounder, which wasn't a problem, I took almost a month to get used to the 28-pound one which I'm using now, so you'll be surprised to find that the slightest increase in poundage means starting all over again from scratch.
And "exertion"? Physical exertion is there. And mental exertion in sports like archery and shooting is probably higher than in the more "physical" kinds of sports. I've seen it in my own teammates, where their scores during training can be in excess of 300, but drop to barely passing maybe 280 during competitions when they get stressed.
But seriously, the only reason all these "definitions" are trying to be sorted out is because of the Budget thing, and also because the more "physical" sports fit the government's campaign for healthy living and a sporting lifestyle. Singapore really is too pragmatic for its own good.
But seriously. Maybe before they decide to rule out archery as a "sport", perhaps the SSC and the AAS would like to point out to our dear Prime Minister that in the last SEA Games, Singapore's very first medal came from archery. It may have only been a silver medal, but hey, it was Singapore's first medal in that Games. And on a side note, somehow, no one outside of the archery circle in Singapore knows that.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Wahey! All right, "Black Hawk Down" just finished screening on TV. And what the hell, there were parts in it which I never saw on the VCD!!
First indication that I got of that was when at one of the convoy's stops, Othic gets out of the vehicle and sees a hand-- yes, a hand-- lying on the ground, and after a second of thought, he picks it up and puts it in the back of his gear pack. To return to its owner later, I guess. But I noticed that hey, I'd never seen that before!! And damnit, I've watched the disc at least ten times; there's no way I'd have missed that!
Then later, when Smith got shot and they were trying to put pressure on his wound, when they let up the pressure as they were switching people, they actually SHOWED the blood spurting out of the artery and onto all the other guy's faces.
In the disc, all you hear is this ripping/spurting sound, and next thing you know, everyone's faces are more or less half-covered in blood, so you kinda figure out what the sound is by the second time you watch it.
Then when Schmidt's trying to get the bullet out of Smith's leg, they also showed what was really going on down there; meaning surgical kinda shots where you could see all the hands digging and rooting in all that pink, pulsing flesh, trying to root out the elusive bullet. In the disc, all you get are shots of the guys and shots from a level slightly lower than the table than Smith is on, such that you can see that yes, Schmidt has his arm IN Smith's leg up to his elbow, but not more than that.
This confuses me, really. So Singapore's Board of Censors decided that it was all right to show spurting blood and really gory scenes of people rooting around in live human flesh, but they cut out the shot of when Pilla is shot in the neck and his blood spurts all over the screen?
Oh, and lastly, they actually showed how the pilot's legs were trapped when they were dismantling the cockpit to get the bodies out. I have no idea what's so gory about that that it wasn't even included in the disc, but well.
All this is really starting to make me wish that I'd gone to see it in the cinema when it was first released. But then again, I think I mightn't have been old enough yet, then. :P This was probably rated NC-16 or something. :P
And yes, they DID end up censoring about a quarter of the dialogue; coicidentally, these were also some of the funnier (albeit darkly humorous) parts of the movie. Like the scene where Twombly and Nelson run into Yurek on a deserted street, and Twombly fires on Yurek (for some reason which I still can't really fathom), but he doesn't hit him. The ensuing dialogue is really quite funny, but leave out the lines with the expletives, and it turns out quite dry, as you can see:
(Censored parts in italics; where entire lines are italicised, the whole shot was just cut out.)
Yurek: (taking cover behind a vehicle and looking through the windows to see who's firing on him; he yells when he sees the shooters.) RANGERS?!
Twombly: (from his and Nelson's position behind another vehicle further up the street, yells back) WHO?!
Yurek: It's Yurek! You f***ing assholes!
Twombly: (Motions to Nelson, telling him that they've fired on one of their own; Nelson spits and curses: "F***!"; Twombly turns and yells back to Yurek, who's still crouching behind the other vehicle) Dude, we almost f***ing shot you! Well, come to us!
Yurek: F*** you, come to me!
Lol. In the end, they meet halfway against the side of a building, and Twombly apologises for opening fire on Yurek. :D
Also, they left out one of my favourite shots in the whole movie.
I say "left out" because the scene was a completely non-violent one, but given the times that we're in right now, that scene might be a sensitive one.
The scene is one of daybreak over the capital city of Mogadishu, where we see that the only building in the city which can actually profess to be a building and not a half-standing pile of rubble, is the mosque. The mosque is left intact simply because Islam is basically the only thing kept sacred in the city.
From an aerial shot, we see a man, standing on the balcony of the mosque, a loudhailer perched on the parapet in front of him; then he picks up the receiver and begins the Muslim prayer.
Down on the beach, in the light of a dim, still-dawning day, two men kneel and follow the prayer; they're quite some distance apart-- the first is near the camera, while the second is slightly out of focus about ten metres away.
And here's the most beautiful and most saddening thing about this shot which I love: when the first man finishes his prayer and gets up to leave, he picks up his gun.
Strange, isn't it, that we can pray for absolution and be ready to kill immediately after. I suppose it was like that in the Crusades as well. People do strange things in the name of religion sometimes.
First indication that I got of that was when at one of the convoy's stops, Othic gets out of the vehicle and sees a hand-- yes, a hand-- lying on the ground, and after a second of thought, he picks it up and puts it in the back of his gear pack. To return to its owner later, I guess. But I noticed that hey, I'd never seen that before!! And damnit, I've watched the disc at least ten times; there's no way I'd have missed that!
Then later, when Smith got shot and they were trying to put pressure on his wound, when they let up the pressure as they were switching people, they actually SHOWED the blood spurting out of the artery and onto all the other guy's faces.
In the disc, all you hear is this ripping/spurting sound, and next thing you know, everyone's faces are more or less half-covered in blood, so you kinda figure out what the sound is by the second time you watch it.
Then when Schmidt's trying to get the bullet out of Smith's leg, they also showed what was really going on down there; meaning surgical kinda shots where you could see all the hands digging and rooting in all that pink, pulsing flesh, trying to root out the elusive bullet. In the disc, all you get are shots of the guys and shots from a level slightly lower than the table than Smith is on, such that you can see that yes, Schmidt has his arm IN Smith's leg up to his elbow, but not more than that.
This confuses me, really. So Singapore's Board of Censors decided that it was all right to show spurting blood and really gory scenes of people rooting around in live human flesh, but they cut out the shot of when Pilla is shot in the neck and his blood spurts all over the screen?
Oh, and lastly, they actually showed how the pilot's legs were trapped when they were dismantling the cockpit to get the bodies out. I have no idea what's so gory about that that it wasn't even included in the disc, but well.
All this is really starting to make me wish that I'd gone to see it in the cinema when it was first released. But then again, I think I mightn't have been old enough yet, then. :P This was probably rated NC-16 or something. :P
And yes, they DID end up censoring about a quarter of the dialogue; coicidentally, these were also some of the funnier (albeit darkly humorous) parts of the movie. Like the scene where Twombly and Nelson run into Yurek on a deserted street, and Twombly fires on Yurek (for some reason which I still can't really fathom), but he doesn't hit him. The ensuing dialogue is really quite funny, but leave out the lines with the expletives, and it turns out quite dry, as you can see:
(Censored parts in italics; where entire lines are italicised, the whole shot was just cut out.)
Yurek: (taking cover behind a vehicle and looking through the windows to see who's firing on him; he yells when he sees the shooters.) RANGERS?!
Twombly: (from his and Nelson's position behind another vehicle further up the street, yells back) WHO?!
Yurek: It's Yurek! You f***ing assholes!
Twombly: (Motions to Nelson, telling him that they've fired on one of their own; Nelson spits and curses: "F***!"; Twombly turns and yells back to Yurek, who's still crouching behind the other vehicle) Dude, we almost f***ing shot you! Well, come to us!
Yurek: F*** you, come to me!
Lol. In the end, they meet halfway against the side of a building, and Twombly apologises for opening fire on Yurek. :D
Also, they left out one of my favourite shots in the whole movie.
I say "left out" because the scene was a completely non-violent one, but given the times that we're in right now, that scene might be a sensitive one.
The scene is one of daybreak over the capital city of Mogadishu, where we see that the only building in the city which can actually profess to be a building and not a half-standing pile of rubble, is the mosque. The mosque is left intact simply because Islam is basically the only thing kept sacred in the city.
From an aerial shot, we see a man, standing on the balcony of the mosque, a loudhailer perched on the parapet in front of him; then he picks up the receiver and begins the Muslim prayer.
Down on the beach, in the light of a dim, still-dawning day, two men kneel and follow the prayer; they're quite some distance apart-- the first is near the camera, while the second is slightly out of focus about ten metres away.
And here's the most beautiful and most saddening thing about this shot which I love: when the first man finishes his prayer and gets up to leave, he picks up his gun.
Strange, isn't it, that we can pray for absolution and be ready to kill immediately after. I suppose it was like that in the Crusades as well. People do strange things in the name of religion sometimes.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
The amount of congratulatory messages flooding in on Ivan's tagboard is just... overwhelming. I mean, all right, I'm really happy for us too (haha :P), but I feel a teensy bit embarrassed that all these people, both friends and complete strangers whom we may or may not know could basically know EVERYTHING about us!
Especially when on V-Day itself, so many of his friends just kept randomly walking up to him and saying things like "Oh, I heard you found your techno princess!" and "Hey, congrats!" and things like that. I feel like the whole of NUS knows!!
*Claps hands over reddening face and peeks out through fingers*
But, really, thank you. :P
And on a separate note:
Ack. VERY hot day today.
And I was standing out in the sun for about three hours during training, from 9 am to 12 pm!!
My face feels a wee bit sunburned. And my arms are already darker; the tan line of my shirt sleeve is back!! Damn it... why does my skin tan so fast? And now the outline of my arm guard is horribly visible as well. Bleah.
I am half-roasted. Quite well done, I think; or maybe medium rare. Does anyone want a Gerri, semi-well-done, semi-medium-rare??
Gerri wants to get a score of at least 320 for the 122 cm target at 30 m and MAINTAIN it for the NUS Open!! Personal best for 122 target so far is 298, from the NTU shoot. And I got 294 the last two times I shot with the 122 in school. Hmph. Bleah.
320, 320, 320... TRAIN, you lazy, little, daft bugger.
"Black Hawk Down" is showing on TV tomorrow!! YAY!!!
I love "Black Hawk Down". Although I do wonder how on earth they're going to air it tomorrow without censoring about half of it; I mean, there's plenty of violence; it's about the only war movie that I've ever seen which is all war. And then there's the language; F-words and all sorts of other assorted vulgarities being tossed around like they're hotcakes selling at bargain price-- and then there's also the various bodily fluids which should never see the light of day, but which are spilled in copious amounts in the movie.
But I still love it.
Not because I'm some sort of junkie getting my violence fix or anything, but I have a thing for war movies and stories and their do-or-die theme and elements of camaderie.
And the Penguin Cafe Orchestra's music is making me feel really happy. And obviously, anything which makes me happy makes me high. So yes, I'm rather high right now. And you really should go check out their music. I recommend pieces like "Perpetuum Mobile" (which you might remember from the HP Technologies ad which features little stick figures), "Pythagoras's Trousers", and maybe the shorter pieces like "Salty Bean Fumble" (a VERY cute, boppy piece), "Simon's Dream" (only 40 seconds long) and "Paul's Dance" (37 seconds long and brings back fond memories of childhood days and simpler times).
My train of thought is jumping everywhere today.
And now, to serious stuff.
Things Gerri wants/needs/HAS to do during mid-term break:
-Readings!!
-Project Proposals: EL1101E, SC2212
-SSA2202 Essay Critique
-Study for EL1101E mid-term!
-Make a to-do list for every module (which I have wanted to do for a long time and which I have simply kept putting off for.. well, a very long time.)
So that about ends it for today. Shall go listen to my Penguin Cafe Orchestra music and get happy and high on my own and not disturb you folks; and do a twirly whirly whirligig dance for all the small little things which still make our world enchanting. :)
Especially when on V-Day itself, so many of his friends just kept randomly walking up to him and saying things like "Oh, I heard you found your techno princess!" and "Hey, congrats!" and things like that. I feel like the whole of NUS knows!!
*Claps hands over reddening face and peeks out through fingers*
But, really, thank you. :P
And on a separate note:
Ack. VERY hot day today.
And I was standing out in the sun for about three hours during training, from 9 am to 12 pm!!
My face feels a wee bit sunburned. And my arms are already darker; the tan line of my shirt sleeve is back!! Damn it... why does my skin tan so fast? And now the outline of my arm guard is horribly visible as well. Bleah.
I am half-roasted. Quite well done, I think; or maybe medium rare. Does anyone want a Gerri, semi-well-done, semi-medium-rare??
Gerri wants to get a score of at least 320 for the 122 cm target at 30 m and MAINTAIN it for the NUS Open!! Personal best for 122 target so far is 298, from the NTU shoot. And I got 294 the last two times I shot with the 122 in school. Hmph. Bleah.
320, 320, 320... TRAIN, you lazy, little, daft bugger.
"Black Hawk Down" is showing on TV tomorrow!! YAY!!!
I love "Black Hawk Down". Although I do wonder how on earth they're going to air it tomorrow without censoring about half of it; I mean, there's plenty of violence; it's about the only war movie that I've ever seen which is all war. And then there's the language; F-words and all sorts of other assorted vulgarities being tossed around like they're hotcakes selling at bargain price-- and then there's also the various bodily fluids which should never see the light of day, but which are spilled in copious amounts in the movie.
But I still love it.
Not because I'm some sort of junkie getting my violence fix or anything, but I have a thing for war movies and stories and their do-or-die theme and elements of camaderie.
And the Penguin Cafe Orchestra's music is making me feel really happy. And obviously, anything which makes me happy makes me high. So yes, I'm rather high right now. And you really should go check out their music. I recommend pieces like "Perpetuum Mobile" (which you might remember from the HP Technologies ad which features little stick figures), "Pythagoras's Trousers", and maybe the shorter pieces like "Salty Bean Fumble" (a VERY cute, boppy piece), "Simon's Dream" (only 40 seconds long) and "Paul's Dance" (37 seconds long and brings back fond memories of childhood days and simpler times).
My train of thought is jumping everywhere today.
And now, to serious stuff.
Things Gerri wants/needs/HAS to do during mid-term break:
-Readings!!
-Project Proposals: EL1101E, SC2212
-SSA2202 Essay Critique
-Study for EL1101E mid-term!
-Make a to-do list for every module (which I have wanted to do for a long time and which I have simply kept putting off for.. well, a very long time.)
So that about ends it for today. Shall go listen to my Penguin Cafe Orchestra music and get happy and high on my own and not disturb you folks; and do a twirly whirly whirligig dance for all the small little things which still make our world enchanting. :)
Friday, February 18, 2005
Ivan's head will swell after reading this post.
But I have a big pin here to pop it if it does. *evil grin* :P
My sis was reading my blog a couple of days ago, and later told me that she'd "never noticed before, but Ivan's actually quite good-looking!"
And maybe I shouldn't have told him that. :P
Then yesterday, before archery training, Ben was asking me, "I saw your MSN nick, about being 'the happiest girl in the world'.. so what did your boyfriend do for you?"
I answered truthfully: Spoiled me rotten. :P A book, flowers, and then another flower.
And Ben's reply was that that was good, coz you "seldom find good guys like that anymore".
Gerri feels very happy and lucky and blessed, yes, but I can hear Ivan's head inflating. :P
Heehee.
Anyway... yesterday, after History lecture, I was supposed to meet someone. Slightly long story here: sometime last month, I received an email in my NUS email with "Did you send me an email?" in the subject line, and the person's name was not one that I recognised.
So I replied, saying no, that I hadn't sent him an email, and he replied saying that he was concerned that it might be a virus or someone who'd used my account or something, but I told him not to worry about it; was probably when I hadn't logged out of my account on the clubroom's computer and someone used it or something.
Then he decided that hey, since we're in the same module and everything, why don't we exchange contact numbers?
Ok, that still sounded reasonable.
Then he called me and we made small talk for a while, during which we found out that aside from Military History, we were both taking EL1101E as well. So he asked if I wanted to meet up, just maybe see what each other looked like or something like that.
Well... okay.
So, he originally wanted to meet before our next E Lang lecture, but he didn't call, so I just went into the LT and didn't give it a second thought. In total, two weeks went by and no calls or anything else saying that he still wanted to meet, so I just pretty much forgot about it and life went on as ladeeda normal. :)
Then last week, he messaged me on MSN asking if we could meet after our coming History lecture. And he asked me to bring my timetable along so that we could compare and see if we had any free slots in common.
Ivan was online at that time also, and when I told him about it, his reaction was "Is he desperate??"
Lol.
So. Yesterday. Met him outside the LT, and without so much as an actual "Hi, nice to meet you" and any kind of small talk, he just launched right in and asked "So do you have any free slots today?"
I was a little taken aback at the lack of conversation to ease us into a question like that, so I told him, no, pretty much occupied for the rest of the day. Which was true. I was taking over Beng Chong's clubroom duty from 12-2 pm yesterday, and from 4-6 pm was my slot to help out with recre Archery, and from 6 pm onwards would be my actual training.
So he asked if I would be eating later.
Was starting to get a little wary by now. So my reply was:
"Yeah, I'm eating later, with my boyfriend."
Then indicated said boyfriend, standing about two metres away, looking off elsewhere, perhaps pretending not to be interested. :P
His enthusiasm seemed to dip a little. Then he asked, "Oh, he's also in this module?"
Yes.
"Oh.. oh, then I guess I'll see you around, yeah?"
Okay. See you.
Then walked back to clubroom with Ivan and told him everything. :P And Ivan was laughing and saying, "If only all competition was this easy to get rid of..."
Meh. You don't even know if he really was competition, anyway, dear. :P
(Update: noticed this morning that the guy's MSN nick was "NUS girls are either attached or unattached but don't want to start a relationship; any counter-examples?" :D Kenny's of the opinion that Ivan probably really wanted to "da si ta". :P)
Going to Kenny's place later to help him alphabetically organise all those books that he has.. yay. Books and books and more books, haha...
Okay, realistically speaking, Ivan, probably your only "competition" are books and my bow and arrows. Hahaha... :D :P
But I have a big pin here to pop it if it does. *evil grin* :P
My sis was reading my blog a couple of days ago, and later told me that she'd "never noticed before, but Ivan's actually quite good-looking!"
And maybe I shouldn't have told him that. :P
Then yesterday, before archery training, Ben was asking me, "I saw your MSN nick, about being 'the happiest girl in the world'.. so what did your boyfriend do for you?"
I answered truthfully: Spoiled me rotten. :P A book, flowers, and then another flower.
And Ben's reply was that that was good, coz you "seldom find good guys like that anymore".
Gerri feels very happy and lucky and blessed, yes, but I can hear Ivan's head inflating. :P
Heehee.
Anyway... yesterday, after History lecture, I was supposed to meet someone. Slightly long story here: sometime last month, I received an email in my NUS email with "Did you send me an email?" in the subject line, and the person's name was not one that I recognised.
So I replied, saying no, that I hadn't sent him an email, and he replied saying that he was concerned that it might be a virus or someone who'd used my account or something, but I told him not to worry about it; was probably when I hadn't logged out of my account on the clubroom's computer and someone used it or something.
Then he decided that hey, since we're in the same module and everything, why don't we exchange contact numbers?
Ok, that still sounded reasonable.
Then he called me and we made small talk for a while, during which we found out that aside from Military History, we were both taking EL1101E as well. So he asked if I wanted to meet up, just maybe see what each other looked like or something like that.
Well... okay.
So, he originally wanted to meet before our next E Lang lecture, but he didn't call, so I just went into the LT and didn't give it a second thought. In total, two weeks went by and no calls or anything else saying that he still wanted to meet, so I just pretty much forgot about it and life went on as ladeeda normal. :)
Then last week, he messaged me on MSN asking if we could meet after our coming History lecture. And he asked me to bring my timetable along so that we could compare and see if we had any free slots in common.
Ivan was online at that time also, and when I told him about it, his reaction was "Is he desperate??"
Lol.
So. Yesterday. Met him outside the LT, and without so much as an actual "Hi, nice to meet you" and any kind of small talk, he just launched right in and asked "So do you have any free slots today?"
I was a little taken aback at the lack of conversation to ease us into a question like that, so I told him, no, pretty much occupied for the rest of the day. Which was true. I was taking over Beng Chong's clubroom duty from 12-2 pm yesterday, and from 4-6 pm was my slot to help out with recre Archery, and from 6 pm onwards would be my actual training.
So he asked if I would be eating later.
Was starting to get a little wary by now. So my reply was:
"Yeah, I'm eating later, with my boyfriend."
Then indicated said boyfriend, standing about two metres away, looking off elsewhere, perhaps pretending not to be interested. :P
His enthusiasm seemed to dip a little. Then he asked, "Oh, he's also in this module?"
Yes.
"Oh.. oh, then I guess I'll see you around, yeah?"
Okay. See you.
Then walked back to clubroom with Ivan and told him everything. :P And Ivan was laughing and saying, "If only all competition was this easy to get rid of..."
Meh. You don't even know if he really was competition, anyway, dear. :P
(Update: noticed this morning that the guy's MSN nick was "NUS girls are either attached or unattached but don't want to start a relationship; any counter-examples?" :D Kenny's of the opinion that Ivan probably really wanted to "da si ta". :P)
Going to Kenny's place later to help him alphabetically organise all those books that he has.. yay. Books and books and more books, haha...
Okay, realistically speaking, Ivan, probably your only "competition" are books and my bow and arrows. Hahaha... :D :P
Monday, February 14, 2005
Hahaha... this is amusing. :P
Okay, for the benefit of those whom we did not inform (which would be most of the people who know us, aside from Jie, Jie-fu, Kenny and Pam), Ivan and I are "together". Yes, this means we are a "couple". :P
Ivan and me. Piccie taken by Jie, at Jie-fu's house, with her beloved K700i phone. :)
When we first decided to embark on this together, we decided not to tell any of the Arts Club people, knowing that we'd probably get teased like hell after all the stuff that they'd been saying about the two of us for so long.
So we kept it quiet, and only told the four people mentioned above, but we agreed that there was little chance of keeping it under wraps past Valentine's Day.
So. Today.
Met near LT 9 after our 8 am lectures, took hold of each other's hands (openly for the first time in school), and walked down AS1 corridor with our fingers intertwined. :)
The first person whom we saw who knew us was Alvin. And he did look properly surprised. :D A little way behind him was Denise, and when she saw us, the first thing out of her mouth was "Kwan and Gerri...?!??"
And we just said "hi" and kept on walking, coz she was heading to class. I was grinning like an idiot, but I didn't care.
Then we reached clubroom, where we saw Xinyan and June. I helped Yuimin set up some stuff for the booth and went to the toilet to fill a basin with water for the flowers. Later, Ivan told me that while I was off getting the water, Xinyan had asked him, "Ivan, how long already?!"
To which he replied, "Three weeks."
And Xinyan: "Three weeks?!! Why didn't you all say anything..."
And yes, this is the amusing part. I'm not sure what was more amusing; seeing our friend's reactions to us holding hands and behaving all mushily, or them finding out that this had already been going on for three weeks. :D
Take the example of when Beng Chong and Swee Giang found out.
Beng Chong: (trying to be subtle, but failing. Of course; it's supposed to come across that way :P) Ahem, Gerri, can I ask you a question ah... Just now, did we see you all holding hands?? *Cheeky smile*
Me: Yes.
Beng Chong: Oh, really, ah!!
(simultaneously)
Swee Giang: Finally; congratulations!!
Me: Actually, we've already been together for three weeks. (laughs silently, anticipating scandalised reactions)
(And she is not disappointed.)
Beng Chong and Swee Giang: AHH?!? THREE WEEKS???!?!
Ivan: You all were just slow, lah.
(After which, the two of us dissolve in laughter)
There was a similar pattern prior to this when people like Hock and Mary and others found out. Hock gave me a red rose, saying congratulations and Happy Valentine's when he found out, and said, "Ivan, hope you don't mind I give her flowers, ah.."
Lol.
After Beng Chong and Swee Giang disappeared into clubroom, Steven came out and with that impish grin of his, sauntered up to the booth and said, "Hello Ivan; Gerri.." in that way of his which says that he knows something. :P
Yeah, Swee Giang finding out would definitely mean that the rest of the Arts Club people would find out pretty fast. :P
Steven said that he'd started to suspect something about 3 or 4 days before CNY, but he hadn't been too sure. :D
By then, Ivan's and my booth duty slots were over, so we went back to clubroom; I had to make the trip back to the Cold Storage Gourmet near my house to fill up a form for a part-time job, you see. And Ivan was going to accompany me, haha. Part of our aim to stick together the whole day for our first "official" day together.
Anyway, I wanted him to open his present coz I just wanted to see the look on his face, haha... :P He kept saying that my present wasn't ready yet, but I told him, "Never mind, never mind, I want you to open yours.." haha.
So. Thus began about... um. 15 minutes of unwrapping, coz I'd wrapped it in six layers (not that much, what..) of paper, and he kept stopping after every layer to ask me, "How many layers did you wrap?!?" and I just kept telling him to keep going, haha..
After the first three layers of paper which he tore off, I'd wrapped it in a plastic bag; which, on hindsight, was quite a smart move, haha. That way, he'd be able to put the present in the plastic bag and protect it. Once he was done unwrapping, that is. :P
So, after the plastic bag: another layer of paper. And another layer of paper. Under which was a lot of strips of paper stuffing. Haha. I'd put in all that stuffing to distort the form of the present and so that he wouldn't be able to properly feel what the present was.
Ivan was laughing and asking, "What the heck is this??" Referring to the stuffing of course. Under that layer though, was the last layer of paper, so feeling very excited, I just told him to keep going.
Then as he tore away that second-last layer of paper, the tape where I'd taped it to the last layer pulled off a bit of the last layer of paper. And so there was a rip in the last layer of paper, and when he looked again, part of the back cover of the book was showing through the rip in the paper.
He saw it and went quiet for a few seconds. :D After which, in that so-happy-that-I've-almost-lost-the-ability-to-speak voice of his, he looked up at me and said, "Oh my God.. I love you, darling..."
Haha. I just sat there on the back of the couch, smiling and giggling and swinging my legs, watching as he tore off the rest of the last layer and hugged his present.
If you must know, I got him that dinosaur book which he'd spent at least an hour ogling when we were at Kinokuniya once.
Ivan's present! I mean, the present I gave him. :P Really colourful inside; every other page has full-page, full colour illustrations of dinosaurs. Some of the illustrations actually look like photographs.
And then, he decided to give me (in his words) "Part One of (my) present". My first reaction was, "Huh? Part one?? You got me more than one thing??" 0.0
He'd wrapped it in eight layers of magazine pages, but I made much shorter work of his wrapping than he had of mine, mainly because.. well, it's hard to explain, but it takes a certain skill when you're wrapping multiple layers, such that you can watch the anticipation and excitement build as each layer is painstakingly torn off. Heehee.
Anyway.. here's my present, which coincidentally, I saw at Kinokuniya on that very same trip when he saw his dinosaur book. :D
"The Poetry of Robert Frost". The title on this book is different from the title on mine, but the cover picture is the same. :)
Was so happy that I squealed and hugged him, haha. Think the whole clubroom went quiet for just a second there. Then I realised that I'd actually squealed "I love you!" when I hugged him. :P Heehee.
He told me later while we were waiting for the bus that that was quite... unexpected, haha. Not that he was complaining. :P
After making the trip to Cold Storage and filling up the form and buying some sweets, we bought ice cream! From the Venezia ice cream place which everyone's been telling me about for so long, haha. I had lemon flavour and Ivan had a double scoop of chocolate and chocolate chip, I think. Loved my lemon flavoured ice cream; VERY lemony, and very melty. For some reason, the ice cream is just so soft! It's like, the minute your tongue touches it, a whole lot of it just melts away on your tongue! :D
Got back to clubroom, where Steven gave me a blue rose, saying "Happy Valentine's Day".. was starting to get a bit overwhelmed by all the flowers, haha. Nobody's ever given me flowers on V-Day before!! Hahaha. Of course, that's coz I've never been attached before, hahahaha... :P
So, sat down at the big table and started twiddling around with adding the final touches to Jie's and Jie-fu's and Kenny's prezzies; was trying to tie a ribbon on Kenny's when Ivan suddenly came up beside me. Was still trying to tie the ribbon when he edged a little closer, and then I noticed the little pink bundle he was holding. :P
A small pink bouquet of pink gerberas, to be exact. :D
Haha.. yeah, that was Part Two. :D
I wasn't expecting the flowers, haha! Really. I thought that he'd probably buy me one of those books that I really really wanted and that'd be it, but I didn't figure flowers into the equation. :D But it was still really nice of him. :D :D
Later on, as the V-Day booth was closing, there were still quite a few lilies left, so he bought one for his mum, one for Jie, and one for me, haha. Dunno why on earth he bought me another flower, but I'm not complaining. :P And the lily really was quite lovely. Oh, but no one's ever given me lilies before! :D
Jie took a picture of me with my little gerbera bouquet:
My pink gerbera bouquet (or is it more like a bunch?) and me. Haha. I hate how when I smile in pictures, one of my eyes always ends up smaller than the other.. makes me look spastic. O.o Haha. :P
Also passed Pam her V-Day prezzie, which was a tea mug with a strainer, with a hand-painted design on the outside which, I think, had a flower and the words "Chamomile Tea". Got her that coz she likes chamomile tea, haha.
Lalala... so, came home feeling very happy and very loved and basically just feeling like the happiest and most loved little girl in the world. Haha. Thus ended my best Valentine's Day ever. :D
Okay, for the benefit of those whom we did not inform (which would be most of the people who know us, aside from Jie, Jie-fu, Kenny and Pam), Ivan and I are "together". Yes, this means we are a "couple". :P
Ivan and me. Piccie taken by Jie, at Jie-fu's house, with her beloved K700i phone. :)
When we first decided to embark on this together, we decided not to tell any of the Arts Club people, knowing that we'd probably get teased like hell after all the stuff that they'd been saying about the two of us for so long.
So we kept it quiet, and only told the four people mentioned above, but we agreed that there was little chance of keeping it under wraps past Valentine's Day.
So. Today.
Met near LT 9 after our 8 am lectures, took hold of each other's hands (openly for the first time in school), and walked down AS1 corridor with our fingers intertwined. :)
The first person whom we saw who knew us was Alvin. And he did look properly surprised. :D A little way behind him was Denise, and when she saw us, the first thing out of her mouth was "Kwan and Gerri...?!??"
And we just said "hi" and kept on walking, coz she was heading to class. I was grinning like an idiot, but I didn't care.
Then we reached clubroom, where we saw Xinyan and June. I helped Yuimin set up some stuff for the booth and went to the toilet to fill a basin with water for the flowers. Later, Ivan told me that while I was off getting the water, Xinyan had asked him, "Ivan, how long already?!"
To which he replied, "Three weeks."
And Xinyan: "Three weeks?!! Why didn't you all say anything..."
And yes, this is the amusing part. I'm not sure what was more amusing; seeing our friend's reactions to us holding hands and behaving all mushily, or them finding out that this had already been going on for three weeks. :D
Take the example of when Beng Chong and Swee Giang found out.
Beng Chong: (trying to be subtle, but failing. Of course; it's supposed to come across that way :P) Ahem, Gerri, can I ask you a question ah... Just now, did we see you all holding hands?? *Cheeky smile*
Me: Yes.
Beng Chong: Oh, really, ah!!
(simultaneously)
Swee Giang: Finally; congratulations!!
Me: Actually, we've already been together for three weeks. (laughs silently, anticipating scandalised reactions)
(And she is not disappointed.)
Beng Chong and Swee Giang: AHH?!? THREE WEEKS???!?!
Ivan: You all were just slow, lah.
(After which, the two of us dissolve in laughter)
There was a similar pattern prior to this when people like Hock and Mary and others found out. Hock gave me a red rose, saying congratulations and Happy Valentine's when he found out, and said, "Ivan, hope you don't mind I give her flowers, ah.."
Lol.
After Beng Chong and Swee Giang disappeared into clubroom, Steven came out and with that impish grin of his, sauntered up to the booth and said, "Hello Ivan; Gerri.." in that way of his which says that he knows something. :P
Yeah, Swee Giang finding out would definitely mean that the rest of the Arts Club people would find out pretty fast. :P
Steven said that he'd started to suspect something about 3 or 4 days before CNY, but he hadn't been too sure. :D
By then, Ivan's and my booth duty slots were over, so we went back to clubroom; I had to make the trip back to the Cold Storage Gourmet near my house to fill up a form for a part-time job, you see. And Ivan was going to accompany me, haha. Part of our aim to stick together the whole day for our first "official" day together.
Anyway, I wanted him to open his present coz I just wanted to see the look on his face, haha... :P He kept saying that my present wasn't ready yet, but I told him, "Never mind, never mind, I want you to open yours.." haha.
So. Thus began about... um. 15 minutes of unwrapping, coz I'd wrapped it in six layers (not that much, what..) of paper, and he kept stopping after every layer to ask me, "How many layers did you wrap?!?" and I just kept telling him to keep going, haha..
After the first three layers of paper which he tore off, I'd wrapped it in a plastic bag; which, on hindsight, was quite a smart move, haha. That way, he'd be able to put the present in the plastic bag and protect it. Once he was done unwrapping, that is. :P
So, after the plastic bag: another layer of paper. And another layer of paper. Under which was a lot of strips of paper stuffing. Haha. I'd put in all that stuffing to distort the form of the present and so that he wouldn't be able to properly feel what the present was.
Ivan was laughing and asking, "What the heck is this??" Referring to the stuffing of course. Under that layer though, was the last layer of paper, so feeling very excited, I just told him to keep going.
Then as he tore away that second-last layer of paper, the tape where I'd taped it to the last layer pulled off a bit of the last layer of paper. And so there was a rip in the last layer of paper, and when he looked again, part of the back cover of the book was showing through the rip in the paper.
He saw it and went quiet for a few seconds. :D After which, in that so-happy-that-I've-almost-lost-the-ability-to-speak voice of his, he looked up at me and said, "Oh my God.. I love you, darling..."
Haha. I just sat there on the back of the couch, smiling and giggling and swinging my legs, watching as he tore off the rest of the last layer and hugged his present.
If you must know, I got him that dinosaur book which he'd spent at least an hour ogling when we were at Kinokuniya once.
Ivan's present! I mean, the present I gave him. :P Really colourful inside; every other page has full-page, full colour illustrations of dinosaurs. Some of the illustrations actually look like photographs.
And then, he decided to give me (in his words) "Part One of (my) present". My first reaction was, "Huh? Part one?? You got me more than one thing??" 0.0
He'd wrapped it in eight layers of magazine pages, but I made much shorter work of his wrapping than he had of mine, mainly because.. well, it's hard to explain, but it takes a certain skill when you're wrapping multiple layers, such that you can watch the anticipation and excitement build as each layer is painstakingly torn off. Heehee.
Anyway.. here's my present, which coincidentally, I saw at Kinokuniya on that very same trip when he saw his dinosaur book. :D
"The Poetry of Robert Frost". The title on this book is different from the title on mine, but the cover picture is the same. :)
Was so happy that I squealed and hugged him, haha. Think the whole clubroom went quiet for just a second there. Then I realised that I'd actually squealed "I love you!" when I hugged him. :P Heehee.
He told me later while we were waiting for the bus that that was quite... unexpected, haha. Not that he was complaining. :P
After making the trip to Cold Storage and filling up the form and buying some sweets, we bought ice cream! From the Venezia ice cream place which everyone's been telling me about for so long, haha. I had lemon flavour and Ivan had a double scoop of chocolate and chocolate chip, I think. Loved my lemon flavoured ice cream; VERY lemony, and very melty. For some reason, the ice cream is just so soft! It's like, the minute your tongue touches it, a whole lot of it just melts away on your tongue! :D
Got back to clubroom, where Steven gave me a blue rose, saying "Happy Valentine's Day".. was starting to get a bit overwhelmed by all the flowers, haha. Nobody's ever given me flowers on V-Day before!! Hahaha. Of course, that's coz I've never been attached before, hahahaha... :P
So, sat down at the big table and started twiddling around with adding the final touches to Jie's and Jie-fu's and Kenny's prezzies; was trying to tie a ribbon on Kenny's when Ivan suddenly came up beside me. Was still trying to tie the ribbon when he edged a little closer, and then I noticed the little pink bundle he was holding. :P
A small pink bouquet of pink gerberas, to be exact. :D
Haha.. yeah, that was Part Two. :D
I wasn't expecting the flowers, haha! Really. I thought that he'd probably buy me one of those books that I really really wanted and that'd be it, but I didn't figure flowers into the equation. :D But it was still really nice of him. :D :D
Later on, as the V-Day booth was closing, there were still quite a few lilies left, so he bought one for his mum, one for Jie, and one for me, haha. Dunno why on earth he bought me another flower, but I'm not complaining. :P And the lily really was quite lovely. Oh, but no one's ever given me lilies before! :D
Jie took a picture of me with my little gerbera bouquet:
My pink gerbera bouquet (or is it more like a bunch?) and me. Haha. I hate how when I smile in pictures, one of my eyes always ends up smaller than the other.. makes me look spastic. O.o Haha. :P
Also passed Pam her V-Day prezzie, which was a tea mug with a strainer, with a hand-painted design on the outside which, I think, had a flower and the words "Chamomile Tea". Got her that coz she likes chamomile tea, haha.
Lalala... so, came home feeling very happy and very loved and basically just feeling like the happiest and most loved little girl in the world. Haha. Thus ended my best Valentine's Day ever. :D
Friday, February 11, 2005
6.02 am. Bleah.
You're probably wondering why on earth I'm up and blogging at such an ungodly hour.
Actually, the question should be, why the hell I'm still awake at this hour.
And the answer to that is, that I'm writing a Soci paper which is due by 2 pm later today. (It's an Anthropology paper, really, but in NUS, Anthropology comes under the department of Sociology, so.. yeah.)
This scenario sounds familiar, huh.
The last time this happened was last year, when I was supposed to be writing my Lit Essay, but ended up staying up till 6 am to finish it, because I'd been chatting away on MSN with Ivan, Denise and Alvin about a whole lot of absolute NONSENSE till 3 am.
That part hasn't repeated itself, but the main problem here is that I had a problem figuring out how to even start writing the paper. And well, at least I did already have a pretty good idea of what I was going to write.
On page four now and ending soon; shall decide when I'm done whether I want to upload it to the workbin while I'm still at home, or if I want to mail it to my NUS email account and look at it again while in school just before I submit it, just to see if I can add anything else to it.
Yes, I have a problem with handing up assignments as well; I like holding onto them for as long as I can, whereas most other people would be happy to just get rid of them.
Sigh. Anyway. Shall go finish up said paper now and then get about... um. One and a half hours of sleep before I have to wake up and go to school for a Sociology of Deviance tutorial. Followed by a make-up Anthropology tutorial. Almost forgot about the make-up tutorial... good thing it doesn't clash with anything.
You're probably wondering why on earth I'm up and blogging at such an ungodly hour.
Actually, the question should be, why the hell I'm still awake at this hour.
And the answer to that is, that I'm writing a Soci paper which is due by 2 pm later today. (It's an Anthropology paper, really, but in NUS, Anthropology comes under the department of Sociology, so.. yeah.)
This scenario sounds familiar, huh.
The last time this happened was last year, when I was supposed to be writing my Lit Essay, but ended up staying up till 6 am to finish it, because I'd been chatting away on MSN with Ivan, Denise and Alvin about a whole lot of absolute NONSENSE till 3 am.
That part hasn't repeated itself, but the main problem here is that I had a problem figuring out how to even start writing the paper. And well, at least I did already have a pretty good idea of what I was going to write.
On page four now and ending soon; shall decide when I'm done whether I want to upload it to the workbin while I'm still at home, or if I want to mail it to my NUS email account and look at it again while in school just before I submit it, just to see if I can add anything else to it.
Yes, I have a problem with handing up assignments as well; I like holding onto them for as long as I can, whereas most other people would be happy to just get rid of them.
Sigh. Anyway. Shall go finish up said paper now and then get about... um. One and a half hours of sleep before I have to wake up and go to school for a Sociology of Deviance tutorial. Followed by a make-up Anthropology tutorial. Almost forgot about the make-up tutorial... good thing it doesn't clash with anything.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Doodeedoo... :)
History field trip today. Probably one of the most interesting field trips that I've ever been on, which is a little ironic, since it's a history field trip, and history really isn't my cup of tea. As an academic discipline, that is.
I mean, normally, I'd find history really interesting, intriguing even, in small doses, and about things that I myself have an interest in; like the history of things like the Trojan War and such. Even some more recent events in modern history. But as an academic discipline.. I think it'd be a little too heavy for me.
I know; my own choice of major (sociology) isn't exactly very light on the readings either, but with soci, it's... different, in a way. The good thing about sociology is that the readings are (almost?) always interesting. The bad thing is that there tends to be a lot of them. The readings, that is. :P
Oh well. Tralala.
Finished the text reading that I had to do for my SC2218 Reaction Paper after today's field trip, while Ivan was napping; shall now read some of the previous groups' papers to get a general idea of the stuff that I should be writing about, then shall watch the film for the paper on Monday in school and then I'll do some research on the topic on Tuesday, write the thing on Wednesday and submit it on Thursday. Ta-da. I can be organised.
But somehow, I can never stick to it. Bleah. :P
Need to plan my academic.. um, plan for the next three years. Don't want to end up with same problem as Ivan. Or some other people whom I know of but whose names aren't really coming to mind at the moment. :P
Hm... Thomas and his friend were attending today's field trip as well; his friend had this really funny shirt on. Black, with bold, white words in the middle:
SLACKERS UNITE!
TOMORROW.
Cute, no? :D
And speaking of cute, I brought along the book that Kenny gave me yesterday to show Ivan, hahaha...!
The book is called "The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Short Stories". Really damn cute. By Tim Burton, it's a compilation of humorously macabre poems which are usually named after the key characters in them, and the characters' names also say a lot about their key characteristics. I.e.: "Stain Boy" leaves greasy stains everywhere, "Char Boy" is really something like coal, and "Match Stick Girl" really is a match stick.
I finished reading it in about ten minutes, but it's really the sort of thing that you'd probably never get tired of. Coz in addition to the humorous lines, there're these adorable (albeit slightly morbid) illustrations by Tim Burton himself on almost every page. :)
Right now, I've already read it from cover to cover about three times already and it still amuses me to no end. :D
My personal favourite: "Roy, The Toxic Boy", followed by "Melonhead".
And I think I can remember "Melonhead":
There was a morose melonhead
Who sat around all day
And wished he was dead
But you should always
Be careful what you wish
For the next thing he heard
Was a deafening squish.
Heehee... Cute, isn't it. :P
Lunch at Kenny's place yesterday was good too.. Man, Kenny can cook. :) Very lovely VERY cheesy pasta.
One of the things that I've had on my "List of Things to do at least once in my life" for a very long time: "Eat a whole block of cheddar cheese all by myself!!!" :D :D :D
There's also "Eat a whole baguette by myself" and "Own and drive a Maserati Spyder" (preceded by "Learn to drive" and "Succeed in learning to drive" just above it :P) and "Buy more than ten books in a single trip to the bookstore" and much further down the list, there's "Buy Kinokuniya and all her merchandise". But I suppose that last one can wait till much later. :P
Maybe one of these days, I'll consolidate the whole crazy thing and stick it up here. :)
History field trip today. Probably one of the most interesting field trips that I've ever been on, which is a little ironic, since it's a history field trip, and history really isn't my cup of tea. As an academic discipline, that is.
I mean, normally, I'd find history really interesting, intriguing even, in small doses, and about things that I myself have an interest in; like the history of things like the Trojan War and such. Even some more recent events in modern history. But as an academic discipline.. I think it'd be a little too heavy for me.
I know; my own choice of major (sociology) isn't exactly very light on the readings either, but with soci, it's... different, in a way. The good thing about sociology is that the readings are (almost?) always interesting. The bad thing is that there tends to be a lot of them. The readings, that is. :P
Oh well. Tralala.
Finished the text reading that I had to do for my SC2218 Reaction Paper after today's field trip, while Ivan was napping; shall now read some of the previous groups' papers to get a general idea of the stuff that I should be writing about, then shall watch the film for the paper on Monday in school and then I'll do some research on the topic on Tuesday, write the thing on Wednesday and submit it on Thursday. Ta-da. I can be organised.
But somehow, I can never stick to it. Bleah. :P
Need to plan my academic.. um, plan for the next three years. Don't want to end up with same problem as Ivan. Or some other people whom I know of but whose names aren't really coming to mind at the moment. :P
Hm... Thomas and his friend were attending today's field trip as well; his friend had this really funny shirt on. Black, with bold, white words in the middle:
TOMORROW.
Cute, no? :D
And speaking of cute, I brought along the book that Kenny gave me yesterday to show Ivan, hahaha...!
The book is called "The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Short Stories". Really damn cute. By Tim Burton, it's a compilation of humorously macabre poems which are usually named after the key characters in them, and the characters' names also say a lot about their key characteristics. I.e.: "Stain Boy" leaves greasy stains everywhere, "Char Boy" is really something like coal, and "Match Stick Girl" really is a match stick.
I finished reading it in about ten minutes, but it's really the sort of thing that you'd probably never get tired of. Coz in addition to the humorous lines, there're these adorable (albeit slightly morbid) illustrations by Tim Burton himself on almost every page. :)
Right now, I've already read it from cover to cover about three times already and it still amuses me to no end. :D
My personal favourite: "Roy, The Toxic Boy", followed by "Melonhead".
And I think I can remember "Melonhead":
Who sat around all day
And wished he was dead
But you should always
Be careful what you wish
For the next thing he heard
Was a deafening squish.
Heehee... Cute, isn't it. :P
Lunch at Kenny's place yesterday was good too.. Man, Kenny can cook. :) Very lovely VERY cheesy pasta.
One of the things that I've had on my "List of Things to do at least once in my life" for a very long time: "Eat a whole block of cheddar cheese all by myself!!!" :D :D :D
There's also "Eat a whole baguette by myself" and "Own and drive a Maserati Spyder" (preceded by "Learn to drive" and "Succeed in learning to drive" just above it :P) and "Buy more than ten books in a single trip to the bookstore" and much further down the list, there's "Buy Kinokuniya and all her merchandise". But I suppose that last one can wait till much later. :P
Maybe one of these days, I'll consolidate the whole crazy thing and stick it up here. :)