Your Discworld character by anglepoiselamp
Name
Favourite Discworld novel
Race	Antropomorphic personification
Birthyear	Year of Sarcastic Eggplant
Residing place	Terror Incognita
Once in Ankh-Morpork you met	Foul Old Ron
...who gave you	a stick and a bucket
...and you said:	Millennium hand and shrimp!
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heeheehee...

well, chinese new year was fun. most of it was spent helping out at the (plant) nursery selling pots and plants...the people there are nice. it's actually quite an eye-opener, working in the service industry. you learn how to deal with people and vultures (i.e. those who come at the last minute looking for bargains because "you're gonna have to clear the stock at midnight when chinese new year starts"), and maan, do i have stories about vultures. the twins were quite fun...and it's interesting when you first see them - they really do look alike. hard to believe they're already working...them looking like army boys and all. then again, a lot of the guys i know are in army, so maybe its just me. that aside, the reactions of people to see females pottering around carrying pots is quite amusing. for example, i get asked if i'm someone's sister. i say no. then, "are you his wife?"

yeeek. interesting thought, but no. i'm too young for this sorta thing.

actually, come to think about it, that was my chinese new year: selling pots and plants. the rest of it was the usual whirlwind of visiting, although the party on the first day was fun. what with 5 girls going out on an ice-buying trip because the poor guy just asked everyone along the path to the door to come buy ice. we probably made him nervous. i do know his driving was a bit more jerky than usual. and one of them is an rjc gp teacher, heheh.

bleah. and now's the time to buckle down to work. yeesssh.

i told myself i was on a self-destruct sequence and it sounded so esoteric and meaningful and wise and literature-y that i thought it might be a nice thing to post (note post, not write) on the blog. then i realised it was called life, and felt that this made it was even more so so i did.

then i felt foolish and like a pretentious ass.

so i did it anyway.

it just hit me how those "type in these confirmation codes so that we can verify through magical psychic powers that you aren't an alien/spambot/technologically impaired sod that wants to post a random comment on this blog" things that livejournal has are so, so evil to dyslexic people. the dots and warped and misaligned letters simply do not help people who have difficulty figuring out the difference between a c and a d, much less the position of the letters...

pokepoke.

WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

due to an unfortunte misclick, i have lost all my contacts for the upteenth time. feel free to pile misfortune on me, and please do let me know your numbers, because i have no idea who you people are. again.

AAAARRRGH.

ooh and i probably have your outdated numbers.

#*%Y@(^

Conservatives Pick Soft Target: A Cartoon Sponge

i dont know if you can see this article, but it seems that spongebob has replaced harry potter as the root of all evil, or at least the insidious brainwashing of thousands of kids. because spongebob was used in a video to promote "tolerance", apparently conservative christian groups included "tolerance of sexual identity" under that ambit. "according to one spokesman for the conservative christian group: "We see the video as an insidious means by which the [We Are Family Foundation, not the We Are Family gay and lesbian group] is manipulating and potentially brainwashing kids," they know he's gay because "he holds hands with his animated sidekick Patrick and likes to watch the imaginary television show "The Adventures of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy."

wth. spongebob evil, spongebob must die.

if we turned our attention from these rediculous accusations and petty pickings, we'd probably be more productive.

i'll probably get flamed for this. whatev.

on the way back in the cab, the song playing on 95.0 was oddly appropriate to what rah and i were discussing. tragedy strikes in waves, and leaves you floundering to avoid the riptide that threatens to wash you away in the aftermath. and now it's playing fragile by sting and all you want to do is forget but you can't, because it'd be a dishonour. you may not know them, but if you are human and i hope to god you still are in this era of brutality and insensitivity, you'd grieve too.

its alright i'm ok
i think god can explain

amusing quotes from little kids:

1. elaine's 2 year old precocious girl is playing with her toy farm, and the rest of us are eating. after a while we hear "little pig, little pig, let me come in, little pig, little pig, let me come in..." over and over again. so elaine asks "so what did the little pig say?"

"cannot!"


2. everyone's eating tea discussing brother being the shortest boy of his secondary school class, the only shorter one being a girl. so other brother reminisces that he used to be the third shortest in his class in acsi. original brother:

"were you the shortest boy?"

that one never thinks before speaking...

you're just a one liner at the end of a paragraph.

...all they see is the facade. they don't notice the people behind the bars, the blood behind the window, the tears behind the mask.


and it's better that way.

lesson from yesterday at city hall mrt. if you are going to wait for people within the ticket barrier and look out for them by peering down at the stairs in the belief that you can spot them in the bleeding multitudes that issue forth from that gaping maw, do not wear a short skirt. if you do, wear shorts underneath (with reference to school uniforms, though that will probably not be a problem). denim skirts that have problems extending to mid-thigh are a no-no. then again, if you are actually wearing that kinda thing, you probably wouldnt mind the attention. no, i'm being mean.

well now they seem to have resolved it. good grief. we do more dangerous and stupid things at home, from climbing out onto the roof to romping around storm drains, scuffling and outright brawling. pity the poor kid whose parent wrote in. i'll bet the warning is purely tokenistic.

anyone else read the taupok letter? come on, jc just isnt the same without the rough play, the pain and the black eyes. and, oh yes. a thousand kilos of bodies on your poor spine that is lying flat on the ground. your guts are in more danger. even our teachers get taupoked.

i'm sorry, i just find it horribly amusing that parents would be (undertandably) horrified that their delicate kids are getting taupoked even though worse happens through people running through corridors and playing rugby or basketball. and taupok isnt the half of it.

wow. i last posted a month ago. how shocking.

in any case, i've changed from happy-going-to-whistler to oh-crap-i'm-gonna-die. i mean, my position in life and with regards to Knowledge of Topics and Subjects is under Woefully Inadequate, capitals, warts and all. maybe it can get up to Barely Passable or at least Vaguely Uncertain, but i can't see past that. heh. in any case, expect posts every 2 months i think. considering my post frequency.

diploma achieved. landed (with) lrsm. will die. 'nuff said. moving on.

have also discovered bonnie pink, a jap artist. not bad.

have also discovered catharsis. it's quite good. i recommend it to anyone.

TOO MANY THINGS!!!

oh, before i forget. would you believe in living history? the refugees we met were kmt members who came over from china during the purge, fought with the shan rebels against the drug lords and are now refugees from burma. i met a sargeant, and he speaks "kmt chinese", or rather, mandarin with a strong accent, possibly from yunnan. and many of the refugees come from yunnan. it's really fascinating.

i miss the kids, though.

on an unrelated note, a strange (as in unfamiliar) indian man talked to me on the train. considering what he was doing before that, i am highly disturbed. ok, maybe strange as in the other way too.

YAARG.UGH.

so i'm back from thailand. and gods the first damn thing i do is run 21.1 km. joy of joys, i feel so accomplished. well, i would if my knees wouldn't stop hurting. as it is, i just feel like crap, especially my knees. they feel like they're popping out sideways.

in any case, the trip's been interesting. already i miss the orphans. if they've taught me anything, its that now i can laugh more. dont sweat the small stuff. piggybacks are always appreciated. communication transcends words. not to say that learning a bit helps. i can now count to 100 in thai (marvellous accomplishment, that. thai sounds like a mix between hokkien [mostly], cantonese and malay). its simply amazing, their independance and tenacity, and how they cooperate. i dont think a 2 year old toddler in singapore will be able to fall down in the mud, toddle down a 50 degree slope, wash self and come back up to play more soccer. it'd probably cry itself silly.

and the bonding was fun. i really liked the group that went up. coke-rum is highly amusing, to say the least. and my wrists still smell of jpg and l'oreal (i think) perfume. it's been good.

i saw shooting stars!! *happy*

when i pixellate my thoughts, they never come out right

22k. 22 f***ing k. so painful.

and i shall be away helping refugees and orphans up north (no, further north) so will not be around until the 4th. night. and will run on the 5th. morning. diediediediedie.

every body needs to know.

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