Entries for March, 2005
March 4th, 2005
rollercoastering POSTED AT 09:01 PM in thoughts Shame on me. Blame it on hormones. Blame it on that infernal shyness and tongue-tiedness I get when faced with strange, older people and new situations. I'm still wishing to find my niche. I'd say hope... but... (...) Listening to: dove hits Feeling: everything... 1 talked!
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March 5th, 2005
just your beautiful soul POSTED AT 11:07 AM Beautiful Soul Jesse McCartney [Chorus] Listening to: Never Underestimate My Jesus - Relient K |
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March 5th, 2005
blocked... POSTED AT 11:04 PM Like I said to Josh, I'm weaning off the computer, but not quite. It's just that I'm a little too busy to be on all day, and the computer's a little too... "new" to be very usable. I haven't customised it to my liking yet, and that makes me feel like I'm using someone else's computer. I haven't gotten any nice pic to use as my wallpaper. I haven't gotten any nice pic for my messenger. I haven't even downloaded Y!M. I think I'll dispense with ICQ this time. It's just too... bothersome. But any rate, last year's Fasollado sounds super. And that brings cheer, somewhat. For now, at any rate. But I'm still rather writer-blocked. Ashes of you And that sucked to high heaven. If there's such a phrase. p/s: KK, the latest few chapters of "Tim" (or whatever I call it now, I can't think) are GONE. And so's the nice poem I wrote for the ending. Sigh. Feeling: sad |
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March 6th, 2005
reminders, reminders POSTED AT 11:16 PM depression is a sin. depression is a sin. depression is a sin MOVE ON To Yuin, look up, because things happen which are out of our control, and the only thing we can do is to grin and bear it (like Edgar said). To Fran, I only wish I could have been to see your production. I'm sure it was cool. To Josh, thank you for your encouragement. To Rowen and Manfred (if you ever drop by), my favourite bookmark was the one my mum gave me when I was a kid. It said "failing makes winning worthwhile". To Jo, please remember to pay the internet bill. Oh, and the above quote comes from today's message. To Trix, I miss your squirting! (Hmm... I wonder if you'll see this.) To Wen Ping, it was cool talking with you today!! Must see you more often! So glad you're FINALLY going to KL  To everyone in KL, hmmm... it's been a while... missing your faces. To everyone in Penang, you MUST be at FGAC AIR ITAM, this FRIDAY (March 11) at 8pm. Pweeettyy pwease? There are things that need to be said, but there are things that can't be said. There are things that when said will need clarification, and there are things that when said will only serve to confuse. At the moment, there is nothing left to be said, except that I watched Ella Enchanted, and it was totally hilarious, in a nice kind of way. |
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March 7th, 2005
Whoo Hoo!! POSTED AT 07:13 PM I PASSED!!!! I have officially passed my ACCA papers for part 1 and 2... Whheeeeeeee........... |
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March 8th, 2005
let's all buy paper bags POSTED AT 10:23 PM Finished a book today, Ten Plus One by McBain (or something like that, too lazy to check). I love old mystery books. They're so entertaining. Things like Perry Mason series (Erle Stanley Gardner) and Agatha Christie. Somehow though, I don't enjoy Sherlock Holmes half that much. Don't know why. Oh yes, I saw Uncle Lye Hin at the basement canteen yesterday at lunch. And today Mr Khoo's daughter talked to me again. Darned... I still don't know her name. Anyone here know? =-D Oh, and the paper bags? They're for me to hide my face in. |
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March 10th, 2005
this is new... POSTED AT 10:37 PM Hmm... this looks cool. Now I've got a whole toolbar thingy to use when typing, just like Word! But all I've got to say for today is this: I've decided I don't want to write like Tolkien anymore. I want to write like Terry Pratchett. March 11's tomorrow! After that, I'm going to sleep like a pig. And learn not to move. I'm so tired. And I hate cramps. |
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March 12th, 2005
today's entertainment POSTED AT 12:45 PM I am a nark. A nark of god's peasants, that is. I shine god's peasants to the world, that is. I mean, I am a vest, all of his glory. Wait, am I a nark or a vest? 10 huggle points to the first one
who can decipher that, my brother excluded, and if you're a KoLer, I'll
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March 12th, 2005
by the fireplace: the birthday song dissected POSTED AT 05:05 PM in thoughts
My mum’s dispensed this particular piece of insight a few times already. When your kid’s one or two years old, they’re more interested in the wrapping paper they tear off the boxes than the actual presents themselves and they couldn’t care less about who gave what to them. Maybe it will matter a few years down the line, but not here, not now. The wrapper’s where it’s at, with its bright birthday-kid patterns and shiny designs. So I figure, maybe that’s what it sometimes means to be kids in Christ. We’re so caught up with the glitter of the nice boxes and papers that we forget that they aren’t the gift – the actual gift was the grace of God, salvation bought by the blood of Christ. We’re so excited and pumped up at the wonders of miracles performed, or maybe the wonderful worship music we have, the crying and laughing and other manifestations of His presence, that we forget the main thing – His presence. It’s like unintentionally wandering into heresy. Sometimes you’re so excited about what God’s doing in your life that your focus shifts, incomprehensibly, unobtrusively, and you don’t realize it, until you suddenly wake up with an empty faith. But what’s this got to do with the song anyway? You know, we sometimes travel so far, try so hard, “to be where God’s at” and then realize how stupid we’ve been, because He’s been here all the while, trying to get our attention. But at the same time, you still need to travel that road to Him. It’s that paradoxicality of the Kingdom. It’s so easy to get to Him, yet sometimes that’s the hardest bit about it – how easy it is. You tell me receive, but it’s hard to believe, that I could live inside this grace… Receiving is so hard to do… |
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March 13th, 2005
what happens after the adventure? POSTED AT 12:16 AM in Willy's post-adventure adventure You know most stories. They tell of how some poor little kid, out of some little slummy area, gets told he's something special and he sets off to save the world - and actually succeeds in it. Now what these stories don't tell you is what happens to that not-so-poor not-so-little not-so-kid after he's succeeded in saving the world. Sure, he makes a lot of money, sometimes settles down with an extraordinarily beautiful wife whom he loves extraordinarily more than anyone else, and she feels the same way about him too. Almost. She just has to add in that little bit of adoring hero-worship with nice big innocent doe's eyes as well - and complete fidelity, of course, at least for the first year or so. But I figure let's start off this little story of a man called Willy who's just retired from saving his town from being razed and annihilated by that horrid race called the Cons. Quite obviously, Willy - who, by the way is a Pro - has been carried around the town on the shoulders of their strongest men (can't risk him being accidentally dropped on his head, can we?) and been lauded as... the saviour of the town. All very nice, all very proper, and all very predictable. Our hero Willy then next has to find a suitable wife - preferably that extraordinarily beautiful one with the extraordinary love and the adoring hero-worship. Being a rather small town, really, he cast his wonderful hero-eye on a rather tall, rather thin, rather pretty, rather long-haired girl who used to live next door to him. Used to, because obviously with his newly acquired status, he's not going to be expected to stay in that dingy little slummy hut anymore, is he? The problem with this girl, however, is that having been Willy's neighbour for nearly twenty years (for the simple reason that her twentieth birthday had not yet come) she was sincerely not very impressed with Willy's achievements. Not one to be thwarted by such a simple reason as that, after having defeated a horde of Cons single-handedly (almost), he resorts to the tried-and-true method of getting down on one knee, with a bunch of roses in one hand, and a delicate little box in the other. Which, by the way, was supposed to contain a diamond ring - only, being a Pro, and this being his first time, he'd completely forgotten about it. Faced
with this rather romantic picture being proposed to by a knight in
shining armour, Tilly (for that's her name) started to blush. Her girl
friends were all tittering and giggling behind her, and her natural
animosity to such familiarity by a man who had once affronted her by
throwing his shoe at her (not-so-accidentally, as I've been told) was
being melted by the sheer novelty and romanticism that the scene
offered. "What's this?" she ventured, in her best I'm-not-really-affected-by-this-tomfoolery voice. "I... uh... I don't really know," he ventured back in a rather embarrased one. "Well, get up then," she said, a little disappointed at the spoilt effect of his sudden lack of courage. He tried, but being on one knee with both hands full, and at the same time being stuffed into a hot sticky armour-like thing that restricted much of his movement, he didn't quite make it. But it's okay. Hero's don't always have to have the perfect hand-foot-mouth coordination. They just have to save the town in any way possible. [to be continued...] |
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March 13th, 2005
anna has too many projects POSTED AT 03:33 PM Welcome to my new project. Haha... yes, gonna be doing a real-time adventure story (is it called real time? whatever). What I mean is that I'm gonna be typing that story up as it comes, here, online. No edits. Heh. That might mean very weird uh... plot issues as I will NOT be thinking. Heh. And if it doesn't end, you can uh... spam me. And give story suggestions! Haha. |
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March 13th, 2005
Willy's continued adventure POSTED AT 05:11 PM in Willy's post-adventure adventure With something vaguely like a sigh, Tilly bent down and helped our unfortunate hero up. He mumbled his thanks, and shyly extended the slightly flattened flowers to Tilly. She looked at them skeptically. Or something like that. "I'm not really into flowers. Maybe you could give them to your mum or somebody," she said a little apologetically - but only a little. The matter of the flying shoe was still foremost on her mind. "Oh," he answered, and held out the other hand. With raised eyebrows, she took the delicately squashed box out of his hand and opened it. "That's nice," she muttered. "So... will you marry me?" "Marry you on what? A squashed box?" "Uh..." "Mr. Willy Nilly, you may be an adventurer, but you're not much of a suitor," she said archly. "Even if I accepted - not that I will, at least not until that shoe has been settled - I can't very well go around wearing a squashed box." With this desperate hope in mind, he replied, "But Tilly dear, it wasn't a shoe. 'Twas a slipper. And I wasn't aiming at you. I was aiming at the dog that was barking at you - only you got in the way. And I'll get you a new box if that's what you want." Tilly shook her dear pretty head. At that moment, the mayor of the town strolled up to where the two and their respective followers were standing in the middle of the square. "Ahem... ahem... if you would please clear the square. This is causing a... oh, it's you, Sir Willy. I was just about to find you about some matter at hand. Sorry to disturb your admiration, ladies, but Sir Willy is rather engaged at the moment." The mayor walked Willy away. "Sir Willy indeed!" Tilly sniffed. "The man puts on airs he isn't qualified to command!" "But he is rather cute, isn't he, Tilly? Do you really mean not to accept his offer?" her friends asked. "His cuteness or non-cuteness is nothing to me. There is still that matter of that shoe." "Slipper," someone interrupted. "Whatever. He still threw that blasted whatever-it-was at me." "But isn't he cute?" another adoring fan gushed. "If only he would propose to me! I'd accept him instantly!" "He's about as cute as a bald orang-utan, and as skinny as a starved pig, and mind you, he has the manners of one. Besides that, he's as slow as an ox. I should know, I've lived beside him for nearly twenty years," she replied with a flick of her head and walked off home. Meanwhile, the mayor had sat Willy down in his office. "You know, my good man, I've been reading up on this hero business, and it seems to me that as the hero of our town, you'll need to have a side-kick to help you in your official duties." "Off..official d...d..duties?" Willy stammered? "Why yes! You'll have to officiate grand openings, sign letters, kill baddies - you know, that sort of thing." "But I'm not qualified, Mr. Mayor." "Tush! Nonsense. If you can handle a horde of Cons singlehandedly, you can very well do... do whatever it is heros are supposed to do. Now back to that matter of a side-kick." "Do I really need one?" "Of course! Every respectable hero has one." "But I'm not really a..." "What do you think of Helter? I think he'd make the perfect side-kick for you." "Uh. Whatever you say, sir." "Well, that's settled then. I'll send him over to your house later." So only having been rejected by the beautiful lady of his choice, and being saddled with a side-kick not of his choice, Willy walked out of the mayor's office on the third matter at hand - the matter of choosing a new place to stay. [to be continued...] |
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March 13th, 2005
March 15th, 2005
POSTED AT 11:38 PM I just realised that today's the 15th. I've been working for 1 month now. What do you think of a poolside, cafe-style concert thing? Does it sound interesting? But, as Ji Aun says, it'll take a lot more $$. But then again, last year made some profit. And we'll prolly be doing fundraising this year (besides the love offering stuff) and our account with the college is still quite large. Money's the least of my worries, anyway. Still,
there's that idea about fundraising for charity that's been around for
a while, and I think Jia Pei was supposed to look into it or something.
Kemayan does some sort of thing like that. Bah, can't I just stop
thinking about this now? |
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March 17th, 2005
vouch smouch POSTED AT 08:56 PM I hereby declare that vouching is a stupid job. Sigh. And it's always the trainee who gets to do it... because she's the trainee. And I figured I just might be stupid. Apparently most trainees run at 5.30pm, when they're in the office, that is. I might be the only *idiot* trainee who stays back and finishes up what she's started (because I pity poor Evelyn who's rushing from job to job). I dunno. Bah, humbug. Why is it that I run from event to event? We're just done with March 11, and now we're rushing for an Easter dance (one week, Anna, you nuts?) and then there's family night on April 20, and then orientation on May 24, and then... I shan't do anything other than Christmas. I hope. It's hot. Me wanna bath. Maybe I'll continue Willy later. *grinz*
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March 17th, 2005
Willy's continued adventure POSTED AT 10:56 PM in Willy's post-adventure adventure The idea of winning Tilly over by the acquisition of a beautiful new palace struck Willy as an extremely good one. Humming the song, If I Were a Rich Man (or whatever the title was) from his one-time favourite show The Fiddler On the Roof (he wasn't quite agreed about the proper double chin part, though - Tilly would hate the idea), he walked into the estate agent's office. The agent greeted him with a wide, fake smile. He knew it was fake, because it didn't look real. "And what can I do for you today, Hero Willy?" Mr. Agent asked. "I'm looking for a house. A palace, actually." Mr. Agent rubbed his skinny hands together. "Ahh... I have just the thing for you - only, it's on the extreme outskirts of town. Would you like to have a look?" It was a rather small palace, half-an-hour's walk away from the town. Rather to his surprise, seeing that he hadn't been able to be really successful at the whole hero thing, the palace seemed to be a nice, suitable place. It was a three-storeyed bungalow, (Willy scratched his head at that - he'd been taught at school that bungalows were one-storeyed) with a large plot of grassy land - suitable for your wife's flower garden, or so Mr. Agent said. "But what if my... she doesn't like flowers?" he asked rather quietly. "Oh, don't worry, they always do. So, is that it? Are we agreed?" Wondering if he was making a rather quick deal, Willy nodded his head. "Now, there's just the matter of the papers to go over. Let's go back to my office." Walking that silent half-an-hour, Willy noted mentally that he needed to get a car. Definitely a car. He would die of exhaustion walking this far every day, and he was quite sure that Tilly would object to a motorcycle. Besides, his bicycle would be far below his status now. Willy sighed with a little regret over his anonymous past. He was pretty sure that Tilly would have accepted him if he hadn't been a hero. In fact, he was very sure that Tilly only rejected him because he was a hero. Signing the papers to the new Willy Nilly Hero House was only a matter of fact, with Willy half-choking at the price of 2 million. It was almost 100 times more expensive than his old house! Oh well, but with great heroship comes great money, and with great money comes great expenses. He could always try to sell his old house for a substantial profit. After all, wouldn't everyone want to live where he had grown up? Having paid the whole amount by cash (Willy still hadn't figured out how to write a cheque), he took the keys and the title deed and cycled over to Tilly's house. (Mental note again - Willy to buy car.) He knocked on the door. "You don't have to bang the door down," a voice yelled from the inside. "I'm coming already." Tilly flung the door open. "Oh, it's you. What do you want now?" "I... uh... I," he looked down at the keys and the title deed in his hands. "I just bought a new house. Uh... Would you... I mean, do you... I mean. Do you think you could uh... handle my house-warming?" he blurted. She stared at him. "Oh. I thought you were going to propose again." "I was. I mean, I am." "Will you make up your mind what you mean?" "It's just that..." he took a big breath. "You're out of breath?" "No... It's just that every time I talk to you... I just can't think." "What do you mean you can't think?" "I don't know. I just..." "Boss! Boss! Boss!" someone yelled from afar. "I just... I mean, I just... I'm just too stupid for you." With an enormous tear threatening to well up in his eyes, he turned away just as young Helter Skelter ran helter-skelter into him. "Hey, boss, boss, boss! The mayor told me you wanted me as your side-kick, huh, huh, huh?" "Ouch," was all Boss Willy said. There was a pause of silence, if you ignore the sound of Helter's feet hitting the floor as he bounced up and down. "That's so sweet," Tilly said over the silence. "Uh what? Helter? I think he's more like... salty." "No, I mean your brains." Willy looked at her blankly. "I've never tasted my brains. Have you?" "Boss, boss, boss! So what do you want me to do, huh, huh huh?" "Yes," she said "What do your brains taste like?" Willy replied. "Like, you know, this is so, so, so cool!" "I mean, I do." "You do what?" "My mum's gonna be so proud of me! I mean, I'm proud of me!" "To your earlier question." "What question?" "So, so, so, boss! Do I call you boss or..." "Keep quiet!" Willy and Tilly said together. Willy laughed nervously. "Great minds think alike, eh?" "Fools seldom differ," Tilly replied. "Oh." Helter Skelter sat down on the bench outside Tilly's door and watched them in boredom. "Trust adults to suddenly get all mushy in the midst of a new adventure," he grumbled. The world started to fall into place, as light suddenly dawned on Willy's oft-malfunctioning brain. "Oh. You mean yes." "Yes what?" Tilly asked. "As in..." Wondering at his luck, Willy thrust his hands - keys, title deed, squashed box and all into Tilly's. "You'll marry me?" She just blushed. [to be continued...] (darn, I think I've lost the hang of it) |
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March 18th, 2005
unsettled POSTED AT 10:45 PM in thoughts Why is it that theological arguments just unsettle me? I just feel so uncomfortable. I would reply, but I just don't have the words. Besides, you can't argue with someone who's so desperate to win - and who insists that his opinion of God is the only correct one. I hate self-righteous idiots, not because of anything they say, but because of the intellectual and emotional turmoil they inevitably drop me into. It's not that l can't just ignore the whole spate of e-mails on Phases. I can. But somehow, I just... can't. It's as if I have to read them, and privately disagree, and want to somehow voice an opinion that I haven't yet formed coherently enough. The others on the list have replied sufficiently. I need not say anything, I haven't said anything, but I am unsettled. Turmoil, because with all my background and supposed love of reading, my theology sucks. My knowledge of the Bible sucks. Yes, I'm taking steps to start reading deeper, but it still... irritates me. Oh well. *sigh* Other than that I figure it's the whole responsibility thing that's bugging me about work. You see, I just don't want
to be responsible. There's this nagging thought at the back of my mind
every day at work that everything I do now has consequences. That if I
fudge up on my work, it's gonna be reflected on my character. If I mess
up my senior's going to get into trouble. And me too. If by some chance
it doesn't get detected (but it usually is) and something goes wrong
with the company, the firm's going to get into trouble... and they can
always trace it to me. It's got me stupid initials there. Argh. But
it's the next step of life. Darned. I hate responsibility, and I hate
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March 22nd, 2005
easter? POSTED AT 10:37 PM Good Friday and Easter celebrations seems rather low-key this year. No big events, no passion-themed writings/songs/poems being bandied about. Only Anna dying because she doesn't know how to sing WHY. Argh. Need the track!! Need the song!! Where to get? Willy
doesn't seem to be going anywhere soon. Maybe tomorrow or something.
Easter dance seems to be going ok... it's quite there. Not perfect
enough, but quite there. Blooddance. There's always this fascination
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March 23rd, 2005
POSTED AT 09:46 PM I've been KoLing. I've been working. I haven't been writing. As days go, today was just another day. As days don't go, it's almost the end of the month already again. Argh... why must time pass so fast? I mean it's good... I get get back to coll and get round to doing CF stuff... but... it's like life is wasting away, and I'm still just... floating. And why do I feel sleepy at 9.46 pm???
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March 24th, 2005
o.0 POSTED AT 11:14 PM *blink blink* "Wha....?" *sigh* 0.o? Don't mind me. I'm still in shock. Results came in the mail today, overall pretty satisfactory. Managed 2As, and 4Bs. Break down goes like this:
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March 25th, 2005
God Friday POSTED AT 06:05 PM It's Good Friday. I'd rather call it God Friday, because it's not particularly good, but it's very God. Make sense? Heard this line on the radio... "the scars remind me the past is real" (or something like that) from some song or other. Your scars remind me that love is real Your love so wide it encompasses Creativity done for the day. *edit: changed that line to "God-turned-man" because it sounds a little clearer... and doesn't mess up the line rhythm. |
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March 27th, 2005
of eyes POSTED AT 09:15 PM traged[eye] Visited the optometrist on Saturday after buying beautiful new blue jeans *I love my jeans* but anyway, yeah. Found out that my terrible eyes have gotten worse... again. The "power" (or whatever you call it) now stands at 500 on the right with 175 astigmatism and 550 on the left with 125 astigmatism. I told you I couldn't read the transparencies. *sigh* cam[eye]ra Yeah.
Got my Konica Minolta DiMAGE Z20. Whoo hoo! Always bargain with mummy
on passing exams. Yeah. easter s[eye]ght PCC's Behind the Mask was a superb piece of artistic drama. Not one of those normal, light, tragic-religious pieces where someone dies and everyone else suddenly repents, but a subtle combination of dramatic expression, movement, multimedia and music that brings out a deep, artistic work of art. Beautiful, and yet challenging. I believe that was the first time in ages that I was impressed by a church drama. Yes, I've gotten picky. The whole thing was so tight. I really need to go and try out some of those Actor Studio stuff and etc. to see where we stand in our art. Shari has that exposure. I guess that's why she's got great, challenging ideas. A list of actors I'd probably love to do a production with would definitely include these people: Francis, Joshua, Shari, Oliver, Joel Chan, Jayne Wong, Mee Gee. |
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Doodle dums. But haven't taken anything
much except David doing his usual guitar stuff. Video has no audio
though. March 28th, 2005
Willy's continued adventure POSTED AT 10:27 PM in Willy's post-adventure adventure You know in stories when the wedding's always a beautiful work of art? It's just in the stories. Never having been married before, Willy went to Aunt Kay's for advice. Now, Aunt Kay lived in a little cottage in the middle of the park. The carpark, that is. Making his way past the little cars and the big cars, Willy Nilly wondered what type of car would be his next time. But that will come in its time. Aunt Kay was Willy's father's sister, and her full name happened to be Neliya Nadia Natasha Nilly, with no hint of any kay's in her name. But she was called Aunt Kay anyway, because that was all she said. Knocking on the door of the little cottage in the carpark, Aunt Kay shouted, "kay!" over the din of the washing machine. Willy opened the door to find Aunt Kay watching TV. "Why's the TV sound like a washing machine, Aunt Kay?" he asked. "Kay," she answered. "It's on mute," Uncle Kay, her husband, answered. Uncle Kay, whose name was Jibber Jabber somehow had just assumed her nickname as his own. "I'm getting married," Willy said. "Kay." "To Tilly? The dear girl. I like her." "What do you suggest?" "Kay." "Nice church wedding - you should get Mary to help you - she planned the Mayor's wedding, you know?" "Okay, I'll try that. Where do I find her?" "You could try the square - she's always hanging around somewhere." "See you then, Aunt Kay." "Bye, Willy," Uncle Kay replied. "Kay," Aunt Kay said. As Willy left the little cottage in the carpark, Helter came running up. "Boss boss!" "Yeah?" Willy answered, still preoccupied with wedding plans. "The mayor says that the town's being threatened! He needs you there now!" "Me? Why me?" "Be... cause... you're a hero?" "Oh yeah, I forgot." "Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Helter scooted ahead as Willy followed behind, still thinking about Mary, and marrying Tilly, and new cars. When he finally reached the town square, the mayor was waiting impatiently for him. "What took you so long?" the mayor asked. "Sorry," was all Willy answered. "There's been sightings of a bunch of thugs coming this way. We need you to deal with them." "Why me?" "Because... you're a hero?" "Oh yeah, I forgot again. But how are you so sure that I can do it again?" "Tush, they're only Amateurs. You're a Pro, right?" "I'm a Pro as opposed to a Con. I have no idea how to deal with Amateurs!" Willy wailed. "What's the difference?" "Well, if the pros outweigh the cons, then the pros win, don't they? I just happened to be much heavier than that Con." "But a pro as opposed to an amateur would win, wouldn't he?" "I... I dunno." "Well, you'll just have to try," the mayor said grimly. Willy looked uncertainly at the mayor, and then at the direction he had pointed out. There seemed to be a storm cloud coming their way. With a sigh, Willy set out towards the moving cloud of dust. Before he even took five steps, the dust settled, and there were four forlorn-looking thugs sitting on the ground dejectedly, and one very angry Tilly looming over them. "What do you mean by trampling all over my fruit garden?" she yelled. "It was an accident," a panda-eyed guy answered. "Accident my foot! The pathway was ten times as wide as you!" "We got lost!" a second panda-eyed guy wailed. "Lost?! Right in front the signboard?" "We were reading the signboard!" a third panda-eyed guy ventured. "So you accidentally got lost to read the signboard and had to stand reading it right over my fruit garden? What with? A telescope?" "I do believe that you've caught the thugs that the mayor sent me to deal with," Willy said. "Oh. You. Well, take them away then, and make sure they never come back!" Tilly replied. "We were just passing through," a panda-eyed girl muttered. "Not over my fruit garden!" Tilly shot back as she turned on her heels and left. "And Willy, don't forget - Mary will be at my house at five today. Don't you dare be late!" "Al... alright, Tilly." So Willy rounded up the four bashed up thugs and brought them to the mayor who then spent the next few hours taking down their statements. |
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March 30th, 2005
forgetful POSTED AT 09:11 PM I had something to write - I just forget what. Haha. Went for stock take today Oh yes. I sssssssoooooooo super super duper hate hate hate hate hate techno music. This senior of mine from Ipoh... can head bang to techno music. I mean, how does that work? Argh. dush dush dush dush dush dush dush... it's still echoing in my brain. And my stupid CD-Rom drive is not working again! Stupid stupid stupid. Yeah.
Uploaded some pix in the gallery. Have no idea how to attach it here.
Stupid, yeah? But... haha... someone wanna teach me? Step by step?
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March 31st, 2005
let's paste pics POSTED AT 10:40 PM  And here's my parents:   And my brother:  Took other misc things, like: Larry  my favourite elephant  and my foot  (don't bother asking why. I dunno.) 
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