Wednesday, May 27, 2009
hello, old friend.
6:21 AM
"Momma said kill them with kindness.
I kill them with words and nicotine.
they never stood a chance."
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Today has been considerably productive.
I'm satisfied.
Econs tuition + cartalk about Paris. Daddy says the people there're pretty cold, for the City of Love. I personally think it was just a matter of seasons. (they went in winter)
Lace on a pair of boots and pull on a floppy hat and cocoon yourself in a dark blue trenchcoat with thick woolen lining and see if you feel like talking to anyone.
Mathematics and then shopping with Poppy and Mum. GSS, Great Singapore Sale; HA. It should be rechristened "Gahmen Say Spend" because honestly there wasn't anything fantastically particularly extraordinarily great about it.A frighteningly great number of people, maybe, but that was about it. Put me in one of those I-feel-like-stepping-on-Humanity's-toes moods.
Last night was fun.
Tanaquil Seregond and Saine Leingod have returned from the dark abyssmal pit that was formerly pre-IGGY-results limbo.
Excerpt, now. Reaaaally long excerpt.
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Cara: "Aaanywhere." *her eyes sparkle as she jingles a purse under her cloak* "...When you're fiance to the heir to the Samarkand gem mines-- the country's your playground."
Joe: "Bloody big and ridiculously hot playground..."
Cara: "Ah, it's not so bad; stop being such a wuss."
*stands back and eyes him skeptically from head to toe*
"...Maybe, for starters, some clothes better suited for this heat."
Joe: *his eyes do this o_O*
"I'm not wearing anything made of silk, or with beads and dangly bits!"
Cara: *grins wickedly* "Now, whatever gave you that idea?" *points to a row of stores up ahead by way of direction, then moves off in that direction*
Joe: *follows, with a sigh*
"And you can do the talking, the locals don't 'get' a good, thick Republican accent...."
Cara: "...Sorry, what did you say?"
*winks before turning into the weaving crowd*
Joe:*growls something about a ridiculous Frontier accent under his breath and moves on*
Cara: *at the store, they are greeted by a squat, jolly-faced little man in a turban and a smartly tailored shirt several sizes too small. His eyes light up at the sight of the stranger with the odd skin colour, clapping two meaty palms together in gleeful welcome*
"Welcome, sir! Anything for you? You come in, look around, have see. Everything, we have. You want silk? We have. Beads and dangly bits? Also can make for you, sir."
Joe:"Uh...do you have anything without dangly bits? And no silk..."
*he looks around uncomfortably at the miriad of bright clothes, none of which strike him as being something he'd be caught dead wearing*
Cara: "...I think you'd look pretty good in silk," *inputs Tana. slides him a sly glance, before moving off discreetly herself to sift through the racks of vibrantly dyed dresses and harem trousers*
Joe:"What's wrong with what I'm wearing, hm?"
Cara: *the shopkeeper, seeing his chance, pounces at once* "Too hot, sir! You wear in Samarkand, you sweat, you die, not good, sir! You want, I give you good price."
*produces, with a flourish, several gaudily coloured...more costumes than outfits, really*
Joe:*Saine sighs loudly, and looks upward in silent prayer*
Cara: *mutters something about fashion impediments under her breath, as she hands him the outfit* "Try it on."
Joe : "...um, where, exactly?"
Cara: *in unison, both Tana and the shopkeeper point to a modest sized, rather flimsy looking changing screen placed thoughtfully between two racks at the side of the store*
Joe: "Ah..."
*Saine emerges, dressed in the outift, which just about fits, feeling slightly ridiculous and rather exposed*
Cara: *in her trademark expression, one of her eyebrows goes up. Waaaay up.*
*tilts her head slightly in a vain attempt to conceal a smile*
"...Well."
*shopkeeper bounceth forth enthusiastically* "Very fashion, sir! Very fashion! You take this, yes? I give good price."
Joe: *he notices her amusement and grimaces...*
*he notices the shopkeeper's excitement and shrugs regretfully*
Cara: *cuts in smoothly, before Saine has a chance to back out*
Joe: "I don't think it fits..."
Cara: "...We'll take it."
Joe: *he looks at her in abject horror*
"Will we?"
Cara: *the sale is made, and with a mischievous glance behind her, Tana begins striding out of the store*
"...Oh yes. In fact- I think you look rather spiffy."
Joe: "Did I ever tell you that I hate you?"
Cara: *stage whispers to the storekeeper: "...He doesn't mean that." before blowing the little man a kiss and sweeping out of the door*
...Mhm.
Die, Paolini, die.
There're new kidz on the block.
On another note.
...Today...I received my IGGY forms. Back. To myself.
Turns out I'd written my address + IGGY's address on the wrong sides of the envelope.
...Damn.
Lesson learnt: NEVER TRUST THE OLD MEN AT THE POST OFFICE, THEY LIE
>:(
Mum found this little piece of information incredibly amusing for some reason and went about the whole day interjecting this revelation into the conversations of whoever she was talking to at the time.
...thaaaanks, Mum.
Oh, and.
I do the stupidest things sometimes, I swear.
Plusss today in the car, Mum was on the phone with Daddy and I was on the phone with Xu Yang discussing when we were going to meet up again for our Project Work meeting.
Thennn I drifted slightly and got distracted by Mum's conversation on the phone with Daddy and this is what happened-
Xu Yang: So we can meet at 11am tomorrow? Are you free?
Me: *distractedly* ...Hmm?
Xu Yang: 11. Meeting.
Me: ...Hmm? Oh, mhm, should be fine... *still has one ear on Mum and Dad's convo*
Xu Yang: Okay then. 11. Will see you tomorrow.
Me: *distractedly, still* ...Okay. Bye.
Xu Yang: Bye. Don't be late.
Me: Mmk. Love you.
*click*
(three seconds later...)
Me: O_O !!!!!!
Contemplated calling Xu Yang up right away to explain that no, I don't actually love him, no, it was not a misplaced confession of the heart, I was distracted and it's what I always say to my parents before we hang up.
...Poor Xu Yang. Bet he can't look me in the eye tomorrow.
Okay now.
Enough rambling. Mathzzzz calls my name, and I go, I go.
