whoo. debate camp was fun.

of the schools that went, it was ri (duh), cat high, ny and rgs. the girls were, naturally, outnumbered.

first day - icebreaking. much gesticulting and head whacking involved, especially in whacko. not just by the whacker, but by the slip ups as well, such as yelling the whackers name.

then 2 debates. not posting motions. email me if you really wish to know. my team - kitson, varun, mark. xin lin joined later.

have realised i suck so bad. now i know what "dry mouth" means. shall work on rebuttals.

that night was war games. "sadistic seniors", i quote, had a lot of fun. i now officially hate bobbing for pears. in fact, i do not want to see a bloody pear within the next 7 days in a malaria infested country. do not ask. people do know. for those who visit my blog, 2 people know. do not ask me.
there was a screw up as well. suffice it to say, that we got the wrong locker and wasted about half an hour. i assume that people got chewed up. i do not know.

sleeping was amazing. i love concrete. so nice and hard. but i wasnt that cold. the fears were NOT unfounded. just that the sleeping bag was warm.

will post more when i get back.

bah. i hate family photos. someone always seems to screw up, but not smiling properly *glares at brothers*, fiddling with a toy *glares at specific brother*, or not smiling at all *glares at dad secretly*.

didnt really get much done during rehearsal, as expected. working on the railroad song is so inane. saint-sans is insane.

debate camp tomorrow..
malarial pills come in useful on friday.

hah. auntie dot has given up on my second piece. now i must play....ANOTHER mozart! yes! another piece! and it still looks really bad! huzzah! love mozart.

this is possibly the last post in about 10 days so good bye all :) i am going off to die of dengue and malaria despite the bloody malarial tablets that i have been given by my mom. love ya'all *muak*

gwaaaah.
laksa without the sauce sucks.

oofkasa.
the aftermath of the party. scoldings. hooray.

debate camp coming up! funfun! my super soaker is coming along! plus my guit.

oooooh. FULL. laksa. FULL. sotong balls. FULL DAMMIT. DONT STUFF MORE FOOD AT ME!!

anyway. was playing guit during the time i was downstairs. the only contribution i made to the water fight deserves to be described in a leetle bit of detail.....:P

after seeing my younger cousin getting picked on, me and my elder cousin decided to give her some "support".
step 1 - steal plastic bags from maurauding boys (btw, my brothers bought up all the plastic bags of that size in the shop, so yeah, we had enough...)
step 2 - go up to condo and fill a bucket of water. bring to balcony.

you can figure out the rest.

it was time to terminate with extreme predjudice. of course, we aimed to miss. hey, a plastic bag of water thrown can hurt a lot.

it took them a while to figure out where the water bombs were coming from. *evil grin*

we hit the bags. direct hit. on accident. i swear.

the best hit was by auntie nita. WHAM, smack near the leg!

and THEN they told us to stop.

we briefly considered plan b involving a daring escape by elevator. narfle.

oh well.

sick of ps and eyes are square......

oh great. little bros bday. heres me fixing the lan conn *waves*

my voice is going, thanks to the bloody choir practice :P


excuse me. they're setting up a ps in the living room. must intervene. i should be allowed to play too! have a right....*toddles off*

IM A GOLDFISH!
I PLAY THE GUITAR UNDERWATER!
THE STRINGS KEEP RETUNING!
IM NOT DRUNK!
A SMALL GLASS OF VIN DOES NOT MAKE YOU DRUNK!
GLOOP!

right. gv gold class is cool. and damn ex.

cheesecake is hell to cut.

i like foccacia bread with olives and herbs.

oo. steak. drive through the foccacia bread! killllll!

me is goldfish the foccacia bread slayer!
muahahhahaha........

potter, i reinstate, is a mild disappointment. doesnt live up to the hype. ron makes a good coward :p lucius is cool.

gloop.

ahhh.
i can now skate a bit. as in, without falling off. on the road :)
i still cant ollie, but oh well. i have a long way to go before ollieing 4 cans stacked on top of each other....:|
*grumble*

hmm..
rehearsal went ok :) we ended up drinking milo and coke and watching tv and playing the piano. whee :)

the guitar keeps retuning itself. *glares at person who neglected to mention it*

ooooo. blogger has driven me up the wall for the last time. im GETTING my webbie NOW.
the post/publish doesnt work. it keeps shutting down. it times out etc...

i am annoyed.

not just because of blogger. see, i needed claudia to tell me where the hell i put my pencilcase (aka in the front of my bag).
and the back of the chair has fallen off. i leaned back, and it broke off. its on the floor now.
it looks pretty pathetic.

on the bright side, im improving my posture.
and my guit has golden strings now *beam*
and i know how to restring now.

first of all.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH!!!!!

*beam*

me and skirts do not go. me wearing skirt is such an occasion that people bring cameras. *grump* ahh well. i got to change back :)

ambling around cinelesiure was interesting to say the least. i have something to say about large ljs cokes. they are annoying.

amazingly enough, i was not hungry. i think i ate too much chocolate covered raisins. *grin* they should have chocolate covered expresso beans...bliss :)

taboo amongst debaters is very, very amusing. tiramisu is nice.

mood of the moment - content
music of the moment - the rain on the railings and the cold wind. i need to shut the window.

ow. my calves hurt.

i think i'll give up on this. im gonna move webbie soon so i can post piccys :)

watched harry potter. hmm. kinda a letdown for me, for some reason. oh well. i have been pessimistic. on the good side, the graphics are ok. the quidditch bit was, as usual, interesting. they took a bit of liberties with the script though. not to spoil it for anyone, but the entrance is...fascinating.

ow.
excuse me. i shall just curl up and die now.

ahhhh. perish the thought of sparkly sequinned dresses and spag straps. perish also (i wish) the thought of pointy shoes. the first ones i can. mental eraser. the second ones i cannot. alas. did not boromir trip on his pointy shoes and impale himself on them? ok, so mebbe that was in bored of the rings, but still...

mood of the moment - despondency
music of the moment - rain

hmm. havent posted for a while.

this is for yesterday.

went out with sarah for case setting at coffee bean at guthrie. we managed 2 hours until we got stuck, called up a few people, no help, got depressed, ambled around. somehow nothing seems to interest me much now. *shrug*
after that went for night on a bald mountain concert. very fascinating. the fact that i fell asleep doesnt count.
pictures at an exhibition is nice.
after that it was ice-cream at home. haagen daz :)
and during then realised that my mom and her friend know much more about debating than i do, and that their version of debating is totally different, but somehow more effective. i think i shall follow them. screw debate. i detest iraq. i hate saddam. he is bad. i shall spank his ass.

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today. highlight. the partay. went as a trenchcoat assassin. nearly every other one went wearing black. notable ones:
serene - mad scientist. complete with sooty face and glasses line.
sam fong - a maths textbook. as quoted: "i shall scare the pi out of everyone else"

we watched movies. and movies. and movies. wanted to watch star wars but was overruled. *sigh*.
trenchcoat is damn nice. jinin looks cool in it. i just look like me. dont get it.
nice ice cream. debs sister made vanilla-y ice cream with choc chunks in them. rock on.

i really dont feel like doing anything.

i love sam fongs blog. where does she host it?

mood of the moment - acedia
music of the moment - crickets and the sound of my[self] hitting the ground, playing to a world that never ends, and yet incarcerated in my gold coffin, contortionistic. draco wings, floating on thin air, tatooed in my brain, and on my arm.
i still have the scar.

oh yeah. report books.
l1r5 of 13. EVERYONE got 13. dunno why.
msg is 2.90.
drastic deprovement.

HAHAAAH!!! SKOOLS OUT!!!

the joy, the euphoria, the happiness....the sleep. ooh. ya right. i have a lot of sleep to catch up on and so little time to do so.

today went to lord of the flies. it was very interesting, considering i hadnt read the book. salman and augustus were very good :P augustus was very good in the portrayal of simon and salman was suitably confused :) it was, i quote, very al fresco. it was in the space directly outside the acjc lobby with lots of leaves and twigs. how cruel. and we're supposed to be clean and green people. ah well.

then ambled off to holland village for food. waiting for the bus took a good half an hour for a 5 minute bus ride. oh well. the talking was amusing. kaimin had a very...erm...strange classmate. lets leave it at that.

at coffee bean and tea leaf - had pasta. yum. that was dinner. at 10. pm. jinin and zheng had a brief argument about croutons, after which zheng was unofficially titled mr crouton. ahh the amusement.

small talk is good.

attempted to get lost by not going down 6th avenue back to sch and home, but by going down holland to farrer and from there to bukit timah. it worked. hooray.

hmm. posting is good. i think. hahha.

more holiday hw. mentorship can be not a good thing.

ooh. nice visualisations. now everything on my desktop and style is blue. even the visualisation which is damn nice. whoo! a compilation of all the best visualisation artists out there! :)
except my desktop, which is damn weird because when the comp is shutting down, all you see is the desktop and the bg is a little bit freaky. kinda like ghost freaky. i mean, its dark all over and you have this strange painting luminous on the desktop. whoo.


music of the moment - vertical horizon - send it up
mood of the moment - abstracted/shocked.

claudia is a slavedriver. self-proclaimed, too.

rehearsals every day for december. whoo.

my brothers are watching spongebob squarepants.

oh the inanity.

there is, as usual, no god.

then again, they have a sister who plays mindless games like mindsweeper when bored, so i shall just stop this train of thought right here.

ow. F. ow. F. ow.

skateboarding is fun. up to the point where the skateboard does not get off the ground but you do. multiple times.

the skateboard also loves my shin. it hit it multiple times too. i stopped after the minorly serious one. first impression: "ooh. i hit my shin and now theres this lovely indentation there. did i gouge my bone?"
then the pain.
anyone who wants to see what burst capillaries look like, just ask me. in case of excessive bleeding and stinging pain, please press the flavin button. yes. the one that turns my hamsters yellow.

excuse me. my bruise is turning a little yellow. i must now wait for it to turn green so i can put more flavin.

no, i am not going to get a call from the spca.

and the uv light is me hypothetically speaking. i dont want my hamster to suddenly come down with a case of skin cancer.

the hamster has turned an interesting shade of fluoroscent yellow.

maybe i overdid it on the flavin.

but it was in a fight. its slightly worrisome when your brother comes up to you with two hamsters in hand(s) and says "the hamsters have been in a fight" and you check for injuries and your hamster has bite marks all over its stomach and a bloody foot. as in a foot that's bleeding. hamsters always have feet. most of the time.

so the hamster gets its annual bath early and has flavin swabbed all over its tummy and foot and now i no longer have a brown koosh ball but a fluroscent yellow one. if i put him under a uv light he's gonna glow. and if he curls up in his little yellow food bowl he's got good camoflage.

dont wanna talk about school. school so annoying. no one pays attention anyway. everyone's just waiting for friday...lalalallalalalalala. bah.

whoop de doo. its better.

blasted thing.


i do not give a shit about this any more. not today, at least.

now something's wrong again

ahh thats better. i no longer have this large block of blue covering up half the page of my poor bloggie.

crap. somethings wrong with the bloggie.

this is bad.

the only self-improvement i am about is about my blog. and attempting to get a 6pac. hahah.

to annoy all of you, i shall say that i am fat.

i shall now attempt to metaphorically pig out on chocolate.

by the way. just for reference.
i jabbed myself in the back of my throat today.
lesson learnt - choclairs, even eclairs, are not to be eaten while wearing retainers. they stick to the plate.

yes, i know you needed to know that.

oh. have i mentioned that saturnius looks like someone i know. im not gonna name names.
he also looks very gay, but then again its because he wears eye shadow and has a funny hairstyle.

"titus" is SOOO good.
but damn gory. in a very dramatic way. like when lavina had her tongue cut out and her hands cut off and replaced by twigs, it looked damn real (blue screen effects, or rather, blue gloves). and she couldnt speak (you DO need your tongue to speak - it forms the words). so when marcus the tribune went up to her and asked her why, she opened her mouth, and blood started spilling out from her mouth in slow motion which explained why she kept her mouth shut all the time instead of yelling.

and the ending rocked.

ahhh. its much better than the horror movies that you see nowadays. those are mindless. really.

"where the dog goes...*silence, broken by kids attempting to bark*
and the cow goes...*silence broken by kids attempting to moo*
and the bear goes...*silence broken...you get the idea, dont you?*

enthusiasm mediocre - keep in mind the animals are all dead!"

and the pig goes...*again.....*

SHADDUP!!

and the crow goes "caw!"
i guess it was alive..
you can see all this,
on the mounted animal nature trail"

music of the moment - arrogant worms - mounted animal nature trail
mood of the moment - slacky

"where else can the kids and grandma see the silence of the lambs..."

i am feeling lame. ignore the above post.

oh wonderful. i force myself to go for training and.....*drumroll*
there IS NO training!!!

hurray. wasted 1.5 hours of my life.

tired...and seriously considering starting a drive for self improvement. you all are bad influences. scary ones too.

i SO do not want to go for training.

got guns...*beam*
i was kinda hoping for silver, but they're brown, so oh well, they're guns all the same.
*sigh*
oh well.

has any kind soul borrowed my jazz moods cd? i KNOW i lent it to someone after i lent it to ms lim so..WHO.

went. out.

had to go to auntie mary's for the piano thingy. we were, as usual, very dead. the hungarian rhapsody was, incidentally, bad. badbadbad. i stoned so bad it sounded awful. stoning while playing is bad. hahhah. and i need to work out take 5 by this week. whoopdedoo. listening to it now. hopefully it shall be subconciously implanted in my brain and i shall be able to recite it from memory. ahaha.

then it was a mad skitter down to kino to see mentor, only to find that i couldnt find them because i was late by upteen minutes. SO. am dead as well.

so ambled down to borders to case set with sarah and preet. we ambled down to starbucks where sarah managed to get preet to treat her to food because apparently he owes her and jinin a treat. i was not privy as to the reason WHY. after much grumbling, preet passed sarah a note, saying that it was all hers to use. we took a good look at it. it was orange. which meant $100. sarah was flabbergasted. there is no other word to describe her face. preet did a double take, yelled "wrong note!", whipped out a 10 dollar note, muttering something about how the 10 dollar note was more suited to the situation at hand.

sarah was quite amazed, so to speak.
i was, as usual, amused.

at least we got some iraq done.

quote from mr bean, the movie - "there is no god."

music of the moment - take five, dave brubeck
mood of the moment - amused. what else?

and here is today's post.

went over to wei's house to celebrate his birthday.
interesting. say no more.

met sarah on the overhead bridge.
we need to case set.
we are so dead.
diediedie.

i seriously do not feel like posting.

hah. here is yesterday's post.

went out on the SAM trip. very interesting...first went to dan ryan's for food..the portions were smaller than i remembered them. then again, i must have grown a bit...
claud, me, ju and sarah shared stuff. the other person managed to finish the food.
we were, to put it simply, amazed.

then it was an amble to borders, where i read the last hero, this time the WHOLE thing. apart from the last few pages because they were dragging me off to go to the SAM. quite fascinating....we ambled through the exhibition on nudes then went up to the exhibition on maths in art...which was very, very fun :) after attempting to create a moat around judith's castle, we ended up creating this throne-like thing which we sat on and brainstormed for ideas for judith's syf play thing and other om stuff.
suffice it to say that if you had toddled in our wake, you'd have seen 3 feet tall football players squishing other relatively smaller ones and referee-cum-javelins.

after a brief stop to mph, we parted ways. so theres me going up to the national library and reading american gods before i gets home.

thats about it. not in the mood to post more.

not posting today.

a barrage of conversations can do that to you.

hyperhyperhyper.

had caramelised sweet potato when jinin came over.

as she put it - "its just sugar with a dusting of yam [sweet potato]!"

whee!

sugarsugarsugarsugaarrrrrr...

a thought occurs.

what does egg white on satay taste like?
courtesy of the satay herself...

rereading watership down which sarah has returned to me after FOUR years. *glares at sarah*
forgotten how nice it is.

lao shi tried to play taboo in chinese, which created much amusement for all. taboo has become a bit dull since we know all the words...we kept rehashing the old ones.

am very, very amused that claud and satay are actually taking my advice on a new use of eggs. i just wonder what they're doing with all those egg yolks now...
probably making crossants/crossaints/however you spell the damn things.

i promised, and here's the resutlt for your amusement or disgust, whichever you prefer:
(you can actually sing this one)

db8er boi - a flik by claudia. forced to rhyme by sonia.

he was a third
she was a first
can i make it anymore obvious?
he was a geek,
she ruled the day
what more can i say

he wanted her
she'd never tell
but secretly she wanted him as well
but all of her team
would roll their eyes -
they had a problem with his POIs

he's a debater boy
she said see you later boy
he was just too much geek for her
she had good strategy
her points were something to see
but she needed to come back down to earth

ten years from now
she sits at home
doing her research
she's all alone
she turns on TV
guess who she sees...
yep, he's campaigning for GRCs
she calls up her friends
they already heard
and they say his rallies just rock the world
she tags along
and stands in the crowd
points at the man that she turned down

he's a debater boy
she said see you later boy
he was just too much geek for her
now hes a rising man
soon to be your next PM
now do you see how much he's worth?

sorry girl, but you missed out
look at his portfolio now
i am more than just his friend
this is how this story ends
too bad that you couldn't see
see the man that boy could be
there is more than meets the eye
you missed potential deep inside

he's just a third,
and i'm just a first
can i make it anymore obvious?
we make a great team
havent you seen
how we rock the debate world...

im with debater boy
i said see you later boy
i'll be waiting at home for you
ill fix up your policies
we'll rock worlds, and the JGs
your debate dream really came true...

I HAVE A BOARD!!!
admittedly it looks like a horde of hungry hamsters with a taste for paint had at it, but still, its usable :)

went to KAP for lunch sorta. amusing indeed. went with sarah and claud to meet up with ju and a certain person. claudia's book caused much amusement. and horror. claudia was described as a w***ing ir******on. in judith's words: "these words actually EXIST?""

so ANYWAY. it was raining. we made our way to sarah's house. i got barely wet. considering i was wearing the bedsheet that becomes transparent when it is wet. then again, the damn thing is semi-waterproof. if you spill water on it, for the first half a minute you can literally pour it off.
at least I didnt step in water while getting into the car. *grin* unlike some people.

attempted to case set for iraq. ended up checking blogs.
rasin with apfle strudle is very interesting.
must get GUNS.

say hello to the cheque checker, medicine scrounger and general handyperson.
parents left just now. guess who had to help them write checks, look for medicine and stuff like that.
and after that, had to do the stake thing for amanda. its right in front of me now, and its a bit iffy, but heck. i couldnt really sharpen it because i had to be able to take it out without damaging my bag and it had to pass the powers-that-be's inspection test. which, of course, did not include sharp pointy stakes.

have just remembered more taboo definitions that i have not posted.
kiss: what you do when you love someone and want to do something to his cheek
soft spot: erogenous zone
DONT ask.

music of the moment - tracy bush - Hello WarCraft
mood of the moment - spaced out and amused

*utters swearword*

the bloody quiz thing forgot to close the link.

had a brief session of wondering WHY the words in my blog were blue and turned orange onMouseOver.

find your element
at mutedfaith.com.




fascinating.
think about it.

chinese. very amusing. suffice it to say that we were discussing sarah's birthday party as usual, and we were wondering what else to play besides the given few. we decided that truth or dare was dangerous, especially if a dare was for someone to kiss someone else. the general consensus was that:
a) i was not to play such games
b) if you're gonna do that, play spin the bottle (suggested by claud).

its a bit hard to use sarah as a pillow on account of her having a rather rounded back when she is resting her head on the table. my head keeps falling off. and she tends to have a very strange breathing rhythm. whenever i just about manage to find somewhere where i can rest without sliding off she takes a deep breath and makes me flail for safety. *glare*

claudia has a new book. its about the depraved and insulting english language. highly amusing. we were very corrupted. do not ask about anything pertaining to jinin, sms and a particular specific word.

was supposed to wake up early to go exercise.
couldnt be bothered.

went to jinin's house to find a mini riot. apparently the whole family trooped down to her house. so we attempted to play piano in the midst of it all. general conclusion - auntie mary was gonna kill us. after a while of practicing, we trooped out and hailed a cab to take us there.

what a nightmare. i should have guessed when he simply waved us in before i'd finished telling him where we wanted to go, but nope, must be blur. so we got in, and he started asking us questions like "where are you going?", "what for?". once it was discovered that we were going for piano, "ohhh! you like richard clayderman or not? he very good one! world class you know! my idol!" and stuff like that. all through the entire trip. in chinese. he also commented on how ny was supposed to have good chinese, but our chinese was very bad, so to speak. jinin and i were slightly out of our depth on that.

to top it all off, he didnt bring us to margolioth drive. he brought us to margaret drive. in queenstown. north buona vista. we gave up on him, and hailed another cab, who, understood our plight and brought us to the right place, while pointing out the need to state reference places and roads near the destination and also asking us what road we were on. thank god for such people :)

richard clayderman may play well, i may like his songs, but i am NOT ever gonna make him my idol. never was, never is, never will be. nada. zilch. 8 bucks down the drain, man :P

amazingly. i went to the science centre. it was this exhibition thing where they built animals out of robots (eg ears are microphones, eyes are cameras etc). and THERE, i found out i had jinins hp, having been entrusted with it for safekeeping, which i did a bit too well. :|. so dropped it off after the trip.
ate a lot of popcorn. hooray candyfloss. goodbye teeth.

mom and dad away from tmr as is little brother. *sigh*.


gods i have degenerated.

helloooo trenchcoat.

music of the moment - printer
mood of the moment - annoyed/tired

whoo. got home late. lessee...yesterday.

notable fact - got home after tuition at 11 am to find out that no, sam did not have an extra black top, so i went panic shopping. ambled round giordanos muttering "black top, black SLEEVELESS top". ended up getting some sorta mlm exercise top, which, well....put it this way. when i went for the blasted clean and green thing, mandy said "sonia, if we screw up, just do this *bends over*".

i am SO staying away from that man. *acts bimbo* i mean, its like, i was like, totally walking around, going like, i hate the neckline man.

oookay. enough of that.

we didnt do TOO badly for the stupid thing, i think.

regarding the jazz concerts. parents late for picking me up, so gave me time to borrow a book from the library at woodlands civic centre to supplement the ones i borrowed earlier in the day. wynton marsalis was very, very good. the "educational" concert in the afternoon charmed the entire audience. the music was good, and after that the q&a session was very, very amusing. example:

"whats the highest note you can play on the trumpet?"
wynton marsalis: "ok." *takes trumpet, takes a deep breath, and pretends to blow (contorted face and all that)*
"now you may not hear that, but theres some dogs goin' crazy outside!"

warning. utterly boring description of the concert. for my own ref, but you're welcome to use this as a cure for insomnia

the night concert was great. ubergreat. apart from wynton marsalis, the drummer was FANTASTIC. he has got style, and he played the drums damn well. i was late by about 20 minutes, but was in time to catch Moanin' and Arabia, and a few other compositions by the band members themselves. personal fave - the big train. the band stamps on the ground, double bass keeps the rhythm, and they mimic a train at the beginning. you could hear shoults of "tickets" and some wag going "maaaah!"
the trumpets and trombones used mutes to mimic the whistle/alarm-thingy (it was only a matter of time before someone came up with THAT idea) and the end saw another bleat and a final "hsssh" at the end of the decrec when they pretended to blow, and just let the air out.

end of boring description. thank you.

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today.

went to church. ended up in the market for breakfast, after kelvins failed attempt to get everyone to go to serene centre.
after that went for choir practice, which was important as it was the last one. thing is, uncle marc wanted to make a speech/talk thing, but no one seemed to be listening. got told to stop playing take five on the piano, so i stopped, but it didnt seem to do good as whoever told me to shut up didnt shut up themselves. it got to the point when everyone's tempers were getting a little frayed, to say the least, and everyone was very pissed.
when jj and i had to leave, it didnt seem to be getting anywhere. apart from deciding that we'd announce that uncle marc was taking an "indefinate break" (and even then, im not sure how that turned out) and that the choir really seemed to be dying out (it was admitted that it had been dying out for the past 3 years),...well...*shrug*

i dont think im gonna elaborate more on this. its not a happy subject.

went back to jjs house, stoned, read my library books, tried to fix her comp.

argh.

telnettelnettelnet. haha.

2 things to exult about.

1. Jessye Norman's voice is SOOOO good! her rendition of gershwin's song ("hush little baby, dont ya cry") is fantastic! its practically a definative recording of the song. put it this way. if she can get a rather recalcitrant and inhibited singapore audience to actually give her standing ovations for each encore, she is GOOD. i MUST borrow the cd :) *toddles off to jj's house*

2. xlab. IT PASSED! ok. well, it seemed ok, but from prior experience things that seem ok are usually NOT. so, no rejoicing until later. plus, we STILL have to work on it. ok. see. first of all, we didnt screw up the presentation TOO badly - managed to cover up some slipups (allow my ego to expand a bit here :P). also, they didnt lambast us TOO much. a pity the firewall stopped us from demo-ing our project :(

had rehearsal, coordination problem, remniscent of us 4 kids getting lost and mom in a bad mood. 'nuff said.

mood of the moment - euphoric
music of the moment - gershwin - hush little baby