12 posts tagged “roslyn”
It's been awhile since doing these useless, Internet-clogging memes, but this one's a little interesting and it came from Roslyn so why the hell not, right?
A SURVEY THING.
by Amirul B Ruslan
A fact about the person you like?
She's really cute, and she said the same of me?
What happened at 10:00 am today?
I was asleep. Then Jaziel had to call me. Dreaming of certain somebodies, who had miraculously gained a British accent.
What do you want in your life right now?
Call me materialistic, but it's a MacBook. DAD I NEED ONE LIKE PREFERABLY RIGHT NOW YEAH KTHXBAI
Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?
Right now I am wearing my father's old suit. It's mine now. I still cannot believe that he used to be this thin, ever.
What were you doing at 7:30pm Friday night?
Last Friday? God, I can't even remember. This Friday? Probably in my room, lonely and poor.
Honestly, have you been in love?
I'm always in love.
What did you do today?
Absolutely nothing of use.
Do you have a job?
It's called President of the Galaxy.
What are you doing right now besides this survey?
Nothing really; all the blogs have been read, all the Facebook pages checked.
What are your plans tomorrow?
At first it was a movie with Jim, then I remembered tomorrow's Roslyn's Sports Day. I shall be there. Which suit shall I wear?
Exactly where did you get the clothes you're wearing right now?
The shirt was from ROMP in KLCC like a year and a half ago, one I very very much like. The jacket, as I said, was part of my father's 1984 three-piece suit. And the pants? What, you people think I remember wear I get each and every piece of clothing?
What is your current problem?
The proper question would be, "What isn't your current problem?". But to be short, the fact that certain people exist when they clearly shouldn't be allowed (Why, supreme deity/being of choice, did you decide to have them born? Why?). I actually have little in the way of problems.
Slept in someone else's bed?
Very frequently, but not as often as I want.
Last time you spoke to someone you like?
I met Siok Cheng about ten minutes ago, to pass her some designs Julia had made. She was in between meetings too, and was wearing glasses. I haven't seen her in glasses in quite some time.
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
Absolutely nothing! (I think.) It's exams, ladies and gentlemen, and you know how kind academia has been to me. Very much not so.
Have you ever had your heart broken?
It's only a matter of time before it does. My heart has taken some stabs, some shocks, some shots, some slaps and some side-punches, but never has it shattered.
Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?
I do so on a daily basis, depending on what potential for outrageous stupidity exists at the given moment.
Who was the last person you saw?
There's lots of people around me right now, obv. I'm in the library. But if you want a real answer, refer four questions ago.
What was the last movie you watched?
On TV? Election, it starred Reese Whitherspoon and Matthew Broderick. I was somewhat reminded of my own high school life. I marked it on Facebook as one of my favorites.
Where did you last go?
I made a short trip to the library for some bibliotheque-checking. Which is what I'm doing now.
Do you like someone right now?
What, you mean right now? I can think of at least five people I like. In ascending order, in descending order, in alphabetical order, too.
Why did your parents give you the name you have?
Probably because they didn't want to name me Gaius.
Do you have a dirty mind?
/asks Tabby
/asks Julia
/asks Sarah
/asks most people, who I bet is going to say "yes".
Have you ever done anything you said you wouldn't?
Nothing major. The things I strongly disagree with I still strongly disagree with. But true, sometimes even I falter, but only on minor things. Like saying I won't bite my fingernails again.
What do you look forward to most in the upcoming months?
The possibility of going to Kuching again with Jim.
Do you know how to drive a stick shift?
As it is, right now, all I know is how to drive a stick-shift.
Who is the last male(s) you rode in a car with?
Um, Dad, I think.
Who is the last person to make you laugh? When?
I haven't laughed all day...
Have you ever been stalked?
You're not going to believe me, but yes, I have.
Do you think you will be married by the time you are 35?
I better.
Last four things you drank:
7Up. It was for breakfast and for lunch.
Did you wake up happy today:
I woke up confused. "How did she get a British accent?"
Do you watch TV or listen to music more?
I rarely get the opportunity to plug into the idiot-tube, and I often listen to my iPod which has again returned in its rightful place in my earsockets.
Would you rather your mate have gorgeous eyes or a gorgeous smile?
I think she has both. Oh, you mean? I have to choose? Well, I have to say I'd rather eyes, because my smile's good enough for the both of us. ZOMG SUCH VANITY AND NARCISSISM NOBODY HAS EVER SEEN MORE
If someone cheated on you, what would you do?
I would be dreadfully unhappy, and completely unable to function. My lips would be dry, my voice decibels lower, but the thought resounding in my head wouldn't be "Why?" as so much as it would be "Oh."
What month is your birthday in?
February. Where awesome people are born.
What is your favorite kind of gum?
I only chew that which is cola-flavored. Unless it's offered by other people, in which I'll have just about anything they offer.
Who sits next to you in math?
Hahahahaha! I don't take Math! As Tabby would say in her inimitable tone, "Sucks to be yooouu!"
Would you ever get a tattoo?
Nope. My skin can't take the idea of permanent etchings commemorating people or ideals I probably won't care about later in my life. You know what? I think I'll have one, and have it go I LOVE MOM, and see what she thinks about that.
If you could choose to live without any emotion, would you want to?
You want me to turn into Shafiq?
Did you sleep at least seven hours last night?
Just about seven to eight hours. I was very thankful.
Do you think that your name defines who you are?
I wouldn't trade it for all in the world. But "The Leader"? Amirul = leader? I suppose leadership has been thrust upon me, fittingly.
What color eyes do you prefer the opposite gender to have?
You know whose eyes are the most beautifulest of all that I can think of? Angie's. I know, she uses contacts and all, but what do I care, they're Hotter Than Your Neighbor. (Sorry, couldn't resist)
Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?
I'm sick of the goddamn sun and the goddamn rain, I wear a suit every goddamn day, Mother Earth, can't it for once be windy and cool!
Are your underwear and socks folded in your drawer?
No, they're all in a box.
Where is the PERSON you like now?
Must it be the "PERSON"? Can't it be an animal? An ideal? What if I said it was Lindsay Lohan, hmm? You think I can answer it? And besides, I consider Jan a person, so can I say "Jan's at home, probably in the house and soaking wet because he's not smart enough to stay out of the rain"? By the way - answer: Library.
Last person you text messaged?
The last message I received was "Ok,if then. we'l meet at 6.15 at lib main entrance.ok?everything's fine n settled.see ya" by Siok Cheng. The last message I sent was Tabby: "You in the hostel?"
Who was the last person to call you?
Jim! You know it's always some bad news if Jim decides to call (not another bloody movie, no! - just kidding).
Next time you travel out of the country where will it be to?
Siem Reap, Cambodia. Unless truly do I get abducted and brought elsewhere. We're going in December.
What color are your eyes?
I don't know, I'm color blind.
Are you allergic to anything?
Religious fervour. I'm not kidding. I went into a Christian Fellowship home near college last semester, saw a picture of Jesus and started itching everywhere. It was so, so funny. I was there for this Counselling experiment with Kenny.
Are you dating the last person you kissed?
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahah for my sake I hope not.
Last place you ordered food from?
La Risata. Fancy, expensive, splurgy Italian! I had gnocchi. I love gnocchi. But I do love Mexican more than Italian I fear.
What color is your hair?
You can't see it because it's always covered by that grey trilby of mine. Black, obviously.
Who knows a secret or two about you?
Julia Hoo Kean Bee!
Did you have a nap today
I don't believe in naps.
Whats your mood?
Limited.
Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?
Always.
Where were you 1 hour ago?
Meeting somebody. Must I mention that meeting of mine every ten bloody minutes? Dear God. Library main entrance, kay?
Where were you 10 hours ago?
Just before I woke up, in my bed, drifting away to other worlds questioning why they have British accents.
Has anyone ever told you that they like you more than as a friend?
Every other day.
Have you kissed anyone in the past week?
Hmm, no. You should help me do something about that.
What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Running around Taris with a dour Republic soldier named Carth, a hot Jedi chick I want to marry named Bastila, and going around threatening people for money and/or fun. "My name's Son Krusha. Give me all your credits."
What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
"Where did she get a British accent?" Hmm. (I think I've mentioned that dream five times today alone)
If you took a drug test would you pass it?
No, I would mark positive for EUPHORIA.
Is tomorrow going to be a good night?
All nights are goodnights.
Are you comfortable with answering personal questions?
Never, but my soul just tears itself and shouts the answers right out in frequencies that are sadly too high to be heard.
When's the last time you cried?
When I lamented the loss of my youth.
Are you happy?
I'd be a lot more so if I had a MacBook. Think of the opportunities, Dad! I could study. I could write notes. I could organize notes. And none of that game-playing too! (Also: I could install my original Windows Vista Business CD, and note the word "Business". That means there's no slacking off) See! Opportunities, not obstructions.
Do you do good in school?
I was great, but never good.
Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?
Some people are always worth it.
What do you do when you had a bad day?
I go all emo and talk to Jeff.
Do you believe exes can really ever be "just friends"?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAH.
What are you wearing on your feet?
My only pair of shoes.
Last thing you said?
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAH".
When was the last time you were on a vacation?
February 16 to February 20, 2008.
Have you made any mistakes recently?
I make a lot everyday. I'm only human and thats my saving grace.
When do you want to have kids?
I can easily start the process as soon as possible, though I'd prefer to see the end result delayed for some time.
If you could pack up and leave your life right this second to move away, would you?
You'll only hear of me in cheerful-sounding postcards sent from exotic islands in the Carribean like Martinique, with words, "Haha! I don't hate you, but I do despise you! xoxo ABR"
Who are your close friends?
They're on my blog, and they respond to my blog.
Who are you closer to?
For the life of me I don't know why most of my friends are girls. It's like I seem to be able to perform socially better around those with Chromosome XX.
What is your favorite subject in school right now?
It was called Introduction to Drama. Right now, school can be damned. Um, parents, you didn't hear that. I was joking, see? See?
Where are you?
College library.
What should you be doing?
A lot more than typing this crap down.
Do you always get along with your siblings?
Nope, and I like it that way.
Funniest text in your phone right now?
Shafiq said, "Be sure to tell everybody I'm not gay." I couldn't even respond because my eyes were so full of confusion I needed some medication to reduce it to normal.
Do you feel like you've got some growing up to do?
Sometimes I suspect I've grown up far, far, far too early.
Most hurtful thing someone has said to you lately?
What is hurt if not that which keeps you awake at night? I sleep pretty well, even if it takes hours to activate.
What time did you wake up this morning?
Around ten AM. Given that I slept around 2.30AM, I'm wondering why so early.
Did the last person you held hands with mean anything?
Probably.
Last thing you ate?
ChipsMore! Yay! With extra butter!
What are you looking forward to most that will happen this year?
Life, the universe, and everything.
How do you think having siblings (or not having siblings) affects who you are as a person?
I think Roslyn would have a stronger feeling on this as I would.
Having siblings: did they exactly form up and affect me? Sure you could use "affect", but that's about as far as it goes. Roslyn and Seroja were more influenced by me than the other way around.
Lovely kids, though.
Another year has come and gone, and around the time February decides to take a twelve-month long vacation, the SEA Forensics tournament at ISKL happenth. Thirty years in now, this edition of the much-revered annual speech/debate/acting competition sees a great number of changes.
A lot of clashing of opinions were placed on the fact that it seemed that the ISKL Forensics admins were trying to sneakily shift Forensics into a "Speech/Debate/Acting" tournament with a generic name ("The SEA Tournament"), and this was a focal point of dislike for many longtime people, who thought this was some sort of Conspiracy Of Change. Me, I didn't worry too much, but I did like the name Forensics, you know? It gives a sort of class to it, since in Malaysia we don't have anything of that type.
Big-O-Vision for the Tournament.
The honored Jim Kem, him of photography and extended-family, joined us after some months of begging. It's awesome having him over. It kinda makes the Sri Inai entourage a bit bigger, y'know? Beloved English teacher Cik Roges was coach this time, and for the most part, our scripts were much better than last year or even those years before.
As I did in 2007, I was judging again, though I didn't have the bonus of being super-young like I was last year - "I wuz only sixteen last yeah, dincha know?". Judged about six times this time around - twice Solo Acting, Oral Interpretation, Extemporaneous Speaking, Original Oratory mostly.
With the help of judge coordinator and wholly-nice-guy Michael O'Brien as well as some careful prodding on my part, I was also able to judge finals. C'est dream come true. Did the OI finals. More about that as I get into the story.
Roslyn and Aween preparing in the early-mornings of SEA. This pair-up was probably the best they've both had. Their piece this year was very damned good: a shame they didn't get too far. They deserved Semifinals, at least, and seeing the rather depressing quality of certain semifinalists, I'm surprised no judge actually gave Roslyn a chance.
Some manner of congregating in the middle of the ISKL chamber.
We had Jim take most of the photos, and as a result, he's hardly in any of them. However: here's a shot of his feet by Danielle.
But then again, she also took this photo.
And this one, too.
It's safe to say she likes shoes.
This was the OI preliminary round, where Danny and Jim came over to watch me judge. Some quality there, but nothing outstanding, y'know? At least I didn't have screamers. Some rooms were so full of screaming. I was judging in room 307, and in room 306 I could hear bloodcurdling screams.
I actually like this photo very much. It looks like I'm doing work. Photo credit: Danielle.
I really, really liked Aween + Roslyn's performance this year. It's their best ever. This was the first day, and they got a 1/3 to reward their efforts. Even though that's Roslyn's best ever score, she still spent most of her time whining about how mean the judge who gave her a 3 was. I agree. Her adjudication sheet was completely empty except for the number "3", and the sentence "Good choice of script." As a two-term judge (alleged "one of the more experienced ones", too) I've always had a strong belief that judges should give as much information to the contestants as much possible.
I came up with a continuation of my 2007 judging system, which involved copious amounts of non-mathematics, giant ticks to reveal bits I liked, and tiny minus signs on parts I thought could do some work. Hopefully the contestants I judged would see my comments as constructive criticism. Also, I implemented my Big Word Verdict: a single giant word at the bottom left corner to summarize what I thought of their performance.
My personal favorite Big Word was what I gave for this KTJ girl who did a Roald Dahl poem in the finals:
MALICIOUS!
Also, at some point or another, under some strange influence I gave the big word to someone doing a speech with:
SLOVENIA!
Nope, I can't remember why, but I distinctly recall mentioning that the skiing is nice there.
My last judging session on the first day was Solo Acting, and my last performance there was by Hong Kong International School's Roahan Kapoor, who performed a rather-very-controversial piece from Eve Ensler's The Vagina Monologues.
The magic of YouTube means I can share it with you. In all honesty, I marked it down, and maybe you'll get why. In any case, he added me on Facebook, so we must be cool, ey? IT BETTER BE. Video here. See the guy in black sitting in front of the camera on the left side of the frame? That's me.
I can't thank the person who recorded this enough.
Ashley and Danielle hard at practice. Now: happy part. Ashley and Danielle, Sri Inai's first semifinalists since Amirul B Ruslan, made it to the final this year! Their piece, Anything For You by Kathy Celesia is generally remembered as "that lesbian one". It was really, extremely awesome, and I'm not just saying it out of bias. Very awesome, though their finals performance was not as stellar as their second preliminary round.
OK, they're not really kissing, but Jim planned this shot so it would take this exact angle. Photo credit: Jim.
Among my personal favorite portraits now: Jim brought sunglasses he said was his "Morpheus" ones (which I think you'll agree is quite similar), and I was wearing them all day. I wasn't the only one, too. Ashley did as well, but where I looked like Morpheus, she looked like an out-of-place poet.
Also: if you read this blog, you've probably heard the name Samantha being bandied about many times, both as a person as well as the legendary blog-commenter "mysterioussphinx". After about a year of knowing her, I've finally had the chance to meet her. It was fairly good, too.
The long-awaited picture. I don't like me in this photo one bit, honestly. The shirt - I dinnae like the shirt.
Whilst my boasts of being a "coach" had been dismissed quickly by her (my input for her SEA Forensics career involved harassing her into auditioning and contesting, as well as throwing piles of books at her - Only Revolutions and The Whalestoe Letters being a few of them -, oh! And rewriting her speech, only to have her discard it and keep her original)
To be honest, Samantha: I liked my version better.
Even if yours did win Bronze for OO.
To complete the trifecta, here's a voyeury shot of me and her sitting together at the Original Oratory and Duet Acting finals. It was our first full chance to have a long chat ever, even if it involved tedious amounts of You Are A Man And Thus You Victimize Me feminist slants. See, there was somebody giving a Men = Victimizers speech. My personal favorite OO piece, Samantha's aside, was the Facebook speech by HKIS student Isabella Litke.
The finals itself: Ashley/Danny's performance wasn't as good - personally, to me - because they fumbled a few lines, and drastically shortening it, probably out of nervousness, but still among the best I've ever seen. A common quote on their adjudication sheets would be "Best chemistry I've ever seen in this tournament", and I agree.
The awards ceremony came. Ashley/Danny, the only reason we stuck around for the finals, didn't win a medal, but did get a nice-shiny "2" score from one of the five judges. As mentioned previously, Samantha won Bronze for her speech, and her school Kolej Tuanku Ja'afar went on to win huge amounts of medals.
With the 2004+ Sri Inai Forensics bunch (Roslyn, Zayaana, me, Aween, Ashley, Danielle) now ineligible for future years as performers, I've actually suggested to coach Cik Roges to stop sending a Sri Inai team, so we could quit while we're ahead.
If I can do any guessing, it's going to be a long, long, long way to go before we see a Forensics team as close and Forensics-worshipping as our team. It's the end of a generation.
But at least I'll get the chance to watch from the sidelines as a judge.
So it's the first day of March, a Saturday no less, and the entire Sri Inai community (all six of us! Plus one. Or two. Whatever) has communed to align our destinations toward the International School of Kuala Lumpur, the first such visit since the always-good-but-this-year-slightly-less-emotional SEA Forensics 2008 tournament, which had ended just last Saturday. Complimentary tickets were procured with the help of the ever-helpful Mr. Alan McLean.
I took photos of the Dance portion of that night, so here it is in Preview Mode, before I foist upon you the miracles of Big-O-Vision.
But! Back to the topic at hand.
ISKL was hosting two shows running on what I believe was billed as "IASAS Dance/Drama". To avoid me using overly wordy words that end up taking much of my sentences, as is seen in this current one, I'll try to limit my obvious word-text-communication excitement. The Drama bit, which played first, was a retelling of Tennessee Williams' The Glass Menagerie, performed under the name The Further Adventures Of Amanda And Her Children. It is my deepest regret to announce to you that I had not taken any photos of the very well-performed play. You can use that admission to hit me on my head multiple times, though preferably not enough to induce incapacitation.
AMANDA AND HER CHILDREN
Photo: Amanda and Her Children: the programme's cover. Starring Elissa Daniels, Marcus Friend, Synnove Eriksen (can I just take a moment to declare my undying love for your first name Synnove? So awesome), and Amrit Sharan, the play was split into two halves - a dramatic and suitably moody version of Tennessee Williams' work; followed by a second half with a more humorous approach, adapted from Christopher Durang's parody For Whom The Southern Belle Tolls, itself a parody of The Glass Menagerie (I happen to know all this because my brain is so crammed full of drama knowledge... or perhaps through Wikipedia). The combination worked to create an atmospheric dynamic, with evocative costumes, a lush set, and extremely professional lighting.
The inclusion of the delightfully funny second half really helped me get my mood up; Williams' work never ceases to depress me.
Extremely well-acted by all four members of the cast, it's a slight shame that the character of Tom lacks an overt humorous side to him in the second half: everybody else has. Eriksen's Amanda gains a more pronounced sarcasm having to deal with her two sons; Daniels' Ginny is the core of the second half's laughs with the recurring gag of her deafness and her lesbianism; and Sharan's Laurence is just absolutely delightful in his portrayal of tragic, exaggerated hypochondriac Laurence.
All this was fit into a highly memorable roughly-forty-five minutes at the Robert B. Gaw theatre, followed by a fifteen minute interlude.
The big three posters in the center were the very exciting promotional posters for Amanda and Her Children, though in hindsight I want to accuse whomever made this awesome set of misleading me. There was absolutely no flying during the show whatsoever.
INTERLUDE
Jim was there, too, and strangely, he is not seen in any of the 60+ photos taken all night. He's so invisible I'm beginning to suspect he doesn't exist, and is solely a figment of my imagination.
FARRAGO: A CONFUSED MIXTURE OF THINGS
Oh! What I meant to say was, it's great being... oh, screw that, why don't you just stare at the photos, and imagine that you're receiving some highly erudite word-text-communication from me regarding artistry and dance.
I'd give this a score, but then again, spending all one's time watching people dance with pulchritudinous grace, staring at eloquent lighting, and, uh, nudging Jim into taking photos of me is more fun than you can usually have with the lights on... Oh wait, the lights were off, it's a bloody theatre.
Now here I am bemoaning my absolute lack of word-text-communications in the category of Dancing, probably something I'd attribute to my own Dexterity rating of 0.
POST-DRAMA/DANCE ELATION
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So there you go, my first long post since returning from the Eastern Provinces.
(and no, Mom, by "Eastern" I actually mean, "so far East, it's across the sea!")
My sincerest apologies for not dishing out a Forensics or Paul's Kuching Adventure (more about that later) post yet, but rest assured: it... will... happen.
And I am thinking of you.
Well, you know, if you have the prerequisite levels of hubris, please don't let me stop you from thinking that it could be *you* I'm talking about, because there are a great number of Yous in this world, not least of which being people whose names actually have You in it.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Today, Tuesday, the third official actual day of my month-long college holidays, I spent it mostly in a longwinded rout of the city, - with Jaziel again - this time taking us to Taman Desa Setapak, Ampang Park, KLCC and the Bukit Bintang area. I needed to renew my Learner's driving license, he needed to get stuff for a Chinese New Year do he's doing (pretty much for me, seeing that I'll be at his place). Mostly we spent either talking about the advanced degrees in ludology I seem to have, or how old analogue cameras work (Puteri from the ELS - I've mentioned her before, haven't I? - dropped off Jaziel's twenty+ year old Nikon to me, which apparently she had borrowed over the entire second semester). We did see a nice selection of original games in Bukit Bintang, which leads me to impress upon him the Necessity Of Going Legit, as well as looking at more cameras. I stated my lust for a Polaroid camera, which I suspect will still go ignored. Oh, pain.
Got back at six, had my parents pick me up en route for home at ten, interrupted only for about half an hour as we drove to pick up Roslyn from her new-fangled tuition class. Ashley and Danielle didn't have a ride, so we sent them over to some remote destination just off Ampang Point, requiring great feats of round-turning.
I'm going over to Jaziel's for Chinese New Year. Seroja's not around either; she jumped ship and somehow persuaded magically for her friend's parents to take her along for a trip to Alor Setar. I just can't get it. I think she has psychic powers (this worked before, too: Seroja went to Penang gratis, with said friend and friend's family). I'd be damned if Roslyn finds that she's got engagements which would take her away from the thence-empty House of the Ruslans.
Me and Roslyn have reached an age where we realize that the future is a rather big place. Our parents have swapped ideas for how each member of the House of Ruslan would marry, with a rough idea on when, how, and where as well.
Now, the most concrete decision is the choice of song to be sung at the wedding.
Lately, now that he'd been set free on the dangerous plague that filesharing is, my father has decided to download a bunch of songs, and one of them he keeps playing over and over again is Changes by Ozzy Osbourne. There's another version, which he downloaded, which has Kelly Osbourne singing along with the ol' Dark Prince.
So that's the song to be played on Roslyn's wedding.
That's also when I decided I would sing a song for her wedding too, if and when it happens. My song would be infinitely cooler than a father-daughter duet.
I'm going to sing Radiohead's Creep. (You might not guess or understand why. It's an injoke between friends: I liked the song so much, one time in Langkawi I actually crossed several very congested lanes of traffic at night to listen to a live cover of it by some restaurant musician band) I'm going to do one very, very strongly over-emo cover of it, too.
"I'm a creeeeeeeeep... I'm a weeeirdooooo... What the hell am I doing here???... I don't belong here... oh no, oh no..." Before going onto the high-pitched bits, which is sure to cause severe dysfunction in your aural tracts. I suspect it will all be over before I finish the second line in the chorus. Quite likely, by the time I get to "What the hell am I doing here", most of the visiting crowds would have remembered some extremely urgent appointment they had completely forgotten about, quite likely involving a dire need to head to the airport and fly to Iran.
God bless Thom Yorke and all he's ever done for ruining weddings.
Roslyn, dearest of all my friends - sorry, I've been playing Max Payne 2 - celebrated her sixteenth birthday recently. Her party, a truly surprising surprise, was a major major thing yesterday. My parents secretly booked her and her friends Aween, Ashley, Nissa and Zayaana a hotel room at the rather nice Berjaya Times Square hotel. Friday night was told to Roslyn to be just a simple birthday dinner, at DOME, but with some skillful (or not so skillful) disguising by the parents, they brought her up to the room under the guise of meeting one of Dad's "friends", only to be surprised by the said friends.
I rushed from class to Times Square, a treacherous journey that included three different types of public transportation, made especially treacherous because of my bad eyesight (I had foolishly left my glasses at home this week).
So here are photos from Big-O-Vision (tm). Meanwhile, music plug!
And this here, thus, is Big-O-Vision.