Still Being Random

You know how people say things like 'When it rains, it pours' or 'Things happen in threes'?

Well, don't I know it?!

After my car got smashed into, I've been waiting and waiting for something else to happen.

Well, today something did. Suffice to say, I'm not sure whether to tell my parents and I'm not sure who to tell or what to tell. All I know is that I broke down and cried in school, my co-ordinator calls the whole thing just mean-spirited and if there is anyone I want rotting in hell, it's people who have nothing better to do than conspire to be childish in their envy.

Think your life sucks? Want mine instead?

If this is number 2, wonder what number 3 would be? *Touch wood!*

One good thing came up fromthe incident that night - I found another cousin. Who blogs. Who rants like I tend to. Yay!

He can be found here. He writes really well and he's a good Toastmaster,too.

I was at Jalan Song last night for a meeting at Borneo Chess Academy. It's just a few doors down from Chilax and Pizza Junction.

Anyway, we were just about to leave for the night when one of the Toastmasters came back up to tell us some cars were broken into. One of them was my car.

Well, we went down and I saw that my passenger window was gone. It wasn't shattered. It wasn't in a million pieces that I have to clean from my car. It was just gone! No sheet of glass, no debris, nothing.

Then I looked to see if anything was stolen. Well, it's not as if I keep a lot of stuff in my car anyway. The only things I have in my back seat were 2 jackets and my plush toy tiger (which thankfully was still there. Thieves really do have no sense of value!). What the thieves did try to steal was my car stereo. Between you and me, that piece of crap was lousy and if they had stolen it, I would be rolling on the floor laughing my eyes out at the justice of this universe we live in.

The stereo was still there although there is evidence of them trying to pry it out. They didn't succeed probably because the damn thing is heavy as hell, it's weirdly fixed to the car and they'd have to pull apart the entire gear shift to even budge it, much less remove it! So I was left with a disjointed stereo and the covering parts on my passenger seat.

I still have no idea where the glass went to.

Everyone, bless their souls, were so worried about me. I got an escort home, everyone walked me to my car and I'm allowed to take time off from Toastmasters work for the week, I think. Haha! I wish!

The other car was an SUV of some sort, I think and the CD player is either gone or partially pried out as well. I don't know. So while everyone was wondering why only these two cars, the conclusion was they were the two expensive looking cars around.

So my advice is don't bother with an expensive stereo system even if you do have a non-descript car. Just get a run-of-the-mill system and you're done.

Oh, the thieves did yank out my ashtray though. Which only had barely RM1's worth of change in it!. Yeah...nice expensive car driven by a cheap skate who has a fiancee who keeps telling her never to keep anything in her car! Unless it's a weapon. Or a poncho and some duct tape. And my mom always says neevr to keep bags in the car. See? I do listen when my mom grumbles. Never know what I might learn!

Oh, and I told Shook that I actually halalkan the stealing of my small change and the attempt on my stereo because I figured stupid thieves need all the 'help' they can get.

Donnie Yen has a new movie!!!!!!!!!

Double, triple, quadruple, ear-shattering wheeeee!

And he looks so good for a guy who is younger than my beloved cousin by only 4 months!! Then again, my cousin does not have ah beng hair which incidentally only suits gorgeous buffed men who look lustily good in tight fitting sleevless shirts!

And the hair...I always love the hair...hair is such an asset. When it's good hair which has that beautiful flyaway look and does not lie flat on my skull!

Anyway, before I turn into a slobbering moron, I'll just state what movie he is in. It's so beautifully named. It's Dragon Tiger Gate. It's a martial arts movie. Kung fun and a bit of fantasy. My favourite combination.

Somehow I think Donnie Yen will overshadow Nicholas Tse. Next to Donnie Yen, Nicholas Tse looks so paltry and sissy-ish.

And that is my girlishness for the day. Thank goodness I didn't do this with Shook around.

I'm blogging while watching Numbers. I enjoy that show. It should be used by Maths teachers more. I know that in the US teachers can request education packs to be used in the classrooms. I'd do it if I were a Maths teachers. But I teach History so I make my students watch war movies instead.

Before I go into the reason for my post title, I'd like to promote Yodie's very own blog. I think she might have been partly inspired by Dexter but she'll probably deny it. Yodie's too smart for bandwagons. And Dexter went and made himself a bed in a suitcase. Talk about living out of a bag! Haha!

Anyway, to get back to mood swings. I had forgotten how bad mood swings could be until my girls got into a mood swing today. One of them goes from moody to happy in the blink of an eye and another one just absorbs it all and gets all moody as well. Another girl is rather matured about it and told me she's always careful to control her mood swings until she gets home where she can't affect her friends. I wish I had that much maturity when I was younger. But at her age, I was not moody at all. I just didn't care enough to feel moods.

Sometimes, it's good to take care of teenagers. You know how girls tend to 'follow' each other's menstrual cycle when they spend too much time together? well, my girls do too. So I can almost predict when they'll get moody and sulky and whiney one minute and happy and hyper the next.

Today Mohd Azlan Iskandar, a squash player came to school today and gave a talk. And I assigned my 3 girls to interview him. By the time he was done, he had 3 more fans and I had to deal with giggles and hops and squees. If I was less patient, I would have either been angry with them or I would have snapped at them. But I have 2 giggly sisters so 3 more giggly girls are no problem.

And it turns out that I know his family for a long time. My mom says he was cuter then but after doing a search for him on the Net - and discovering he has a Wikipedia page - I think he looks better now. I have some pictures of him in my laptop but I'm too lazy to upload them.

My girls got all excited to get his autograph so I told them I can get my 2 cousins to sign for them since they're kinda famous too. Haha! But I just want Axl Rose's autograph or Sean Connery's or Brandon Routh's or even Donnie Yen's.

Luckily, I've long given up on being starry-eyed. Saves me a lot of trouble and disappointment.

So I'll go see what Dexter has been up to and be more lighthearted now.

I am not a football fan. I am a social football watcher. Since there are social drinkers and social smokers, then I am a social football watcher.

I only watch football if it's in front of me and I am absolutely nothing else to do or watch. And the only part of it I'll follow is to see who won.

So, with that as a warning, I can easily say, I don't understand some people. Recently, I heard one guy in China saved his TV from his burning house and let his wife save their child just so that he could run outside, find an electrical outlet and watch the World Cup! I'm not going to bother to find the links because...I can't be bothered! Then there are people who resigned from their work just so they could watch football in peace.

And last night, there was this asshole who kept whining to his wife about how long Superman Returns was and how it didn't seem it was going to end soon enough for him because he wanted to watch football. His exact words were 'Eeh, cepat agik eh! Aku nak nangga bol!' (To translate loosely : 'Be quick. I want to go and watch football) He said this over and over again throughout the last half an hour of the movie. And he was sitting right behind Shook. I was so tempted to turn to him and yell for him to bloody leave the cineplex if he was going to be THAT pathetic. Why couldn't he take his wife and children to watch the movie another time then?! And his poor wife had to keep him quiet and then, before the movie was actually over, once he saw the line that states who did the subtitles, he got up and drag his poor son out the cineplex while the son was still looking at the screen!

You see, as far as I am concerned, if you want to be a fan, then be a fan. Go watch it, go bet on it, go live it, go die for it. But just go! I don't care how you go, just go! Don't torture the rest of us with your poor, loser existence and attitude. Don't sit there and whine about how you're missing the all-important event of your life like you had nothing else to do. And if you're going to whine then do it somewhere quiet (like in a room with padded walls) and learn to organise your schedule properly.

It's people like these that give all football fans a bad name. Most fans I see and know will sit and enjoy the game. They will arrange their lives properly. Granted they arrange it around the matches but it's still properly done.

And want to know what's even sadder? The pathetic fuck was a Malay! If it is possible to be racial discriminating against my own race, then I might be it! There are some great Malays out there who work hard for their living, who can juggle their lives perfectly, who can not rely on the government for everything. Yet they are the few. The general masses are sad people who have an inferiority complex and a kiasu attitude that would rival all Singaporeans!

And this was my only sore spot during Superman Returns last night. But it didn't stay sore for long because Superman solves all my problems ;)

We went to watch Superman Returns last night.

I had long known that I would go watch it regardless of who came with me or not. What I didn't expect was the major rush of fangirlism that hit me as soon as the theme music played.

I was having serious palpitations. I got into the movie so bad that I couldn't stop grinning at many, many points and I almost cried when the unnerving bits came out.

I'm not going to reveal the plot, people!! BUT...I do recommend this movie to anyone who has ever liked any superhero. You may like Superman, you may hate him but this version you have GOT to watch.

Forget football (although one guy sitting behind me and Shook could not but I'll write about him in a minute), forget your other responsibilities and just come in and watch this movie.

Superman had long ago become a basis for a lot of superpowered heroes. I fell in love with Superman when I was 7 years old. My father, who was studying in the UK at that time, always had Superman comics with him when he came home or when we went to visit him. So. amidst all my family and childhood problems, I got myself lost in this American ideal. For me, Superman became exactly what the creators wanted him to be: the hero who swoops in to save the day. In my case, he was the one who saved my sanity and my emotions. When my father's relatives did what they called a boycott of my mom and I while my father was away, I knew what was going on but as long as I could open up a Superman comic and read it, I was fine. So in a strange way, since my father would bring back new supplies with him or when my mom went to visit, she'd bring them back for him, I felt as if my father was around again. But I was always aware that Superman was not real. Unlike lots of other dumb kids who think they could fly when they wear the cape, I knew I would never look up at the skies and see a blue and red streak go by. All he was, was an escape mechanism from selfish, useless and mean relatives.

So for years after, I hung onto Superman, even when I didn't need him as much. When the first two movies came out, my father took me to watch them and I loved how Christopher Reeves played him. And this made me like Christopher Reeves and I followed hhis movies after that as much as I could.

Then somehow when I got too old to depend on Superman, I naturally turned to Clark Kent. Well, I think Dean Cain had a lot to do with it.

Through all the movies, TV shows and comic books, I followed Superman's evolution as much as I could. When I was old enough, I began to buy the comics myself. When he 'died', I am ready to admit I cried. When they created those other Superman substitutes, I ranted a bit but accepted them. When he came back, I cried. When he got married, I grinned for weeks. I always liked Lois Lane. She was daring (a bit reckless but daring), she was persistent, she was a career woman and she was brunette. How great is that!!

So after years and years of not seeing Superman I was jumping for joy when I knew they were making Superman Returns. When Christopher Reeves got that riding accident, I figured there was never going to be anymore Superman movies. But when I saw Brandon Routh, it was like the sunshine coming through the clouds!! During the movie, I grinned and did a bit of the jig on my seat and basically annoyed anyone within a two seat radius. He is cute...in a geeky way, as my sister would put it.

Brandon Routh not only looks like Christopher Reeves, he sounds like him too. His Clark Kent is not as painful to watch as Christopher Reeves's though, thank goodness. And Kevin Spacey being Kevin Spacey was phenomenal. He was mean. He was generally someone you'd love to hate and would hate to love. He was so nasty that I was on the verge of hating Kevin Spacey for life. But then, we're thinking adults so we should be able to differentiate between the actor and the characters they play. (Speaking of which, I watched First Daughter the other day. Mark Blukas is cute. It was Riley I hated. Those who follow Buffy would know the meaning of this)

So, yeah, I grinned and almost did the American thing by clapping my heart out and jeering in a cinema. When we got out, I practically floated, as Henrick said it. He also said I was flushed. But I was grinning until my face felt like it was splitting and I was gleeful. 'Squee' is too mundane a word for what I was feeling.

I am going to buy the DVD; original if I have to.

Last night, Superman again launched his American propoganda. He was again the ideal American man - selfless, patient, generous and sacrificing. He's like MacGyver in a cape and tights.

What I might do next is to find all the Superman comics I did miss and get them. Hard copy or PDF, I don't care. I've already got some of the X-Men saga so I might as well do the same for what really counts with me. And since I bought a DVD writer yesterday, I can burn them all into DVD later.

And what I might also break down and get is a Superman T-shirt (just the logo) and maybe after that keep an eye out for Superman Returns calendar at the end of the year. Those wall calendars are a tradition with me since I got back from the US. Last year, I got French Kitty. The 3 years before that it was Buffy and Angel. So next year, it looks like it'll be Superman Returns.

I don't make a good movie reviewer because I don't want to spoil the movie for some people (unless I hate the movie, of course. Then I'll just say so and refuse to talk about it ever again). But for Superman Returns, I'll recommend it.

Yes, I am procrastinating again!

I have 2 newsletters to complete, school prom tickets to get printed and 2 messages to write to be put into 2 school magazines. Not to mention, my own school yearbook waiting to be started. All within this weekend. Oh, and I forgot...my Toastmasters Training meeting programme!!

And what am I doing instead? I'm looking for information on Supernatural and the music played in each episode! This is because I managed to download 5 episodes of the whole season so far and watched 3 of them within a few hours. While watching I was surprised to see 2 familiar faces - Julie Benz and Amy Acker. I'm now expecting more Angel cast members to appear. Haha! I wish!

All my hunting for Supernatural I was doing while trying to convince Shook I really was doing my work. Luckily for me, he was too distracted by Sly Cooper on the PS2. I suppose that is cuter than the Need For Speed Most Wanted Black Edition he's been gleeful about. Last I heard, he managed to tie up the police in a 14 (or 40?) minute long car chase and got 74 units all after him? Or something like that. Then there's Grand Theft Auto : Liberty City Stories.

The things he does on them are really interesting but he refuses to write about them! Too distracted by the game, I bet. Oh, another distraction? His new phone. He's got stuff in there that I want!!

Oh, I have to confess to a grave wrong. One that would get me into trouble with my Aunty Mimi! Haha! But only if Shook really tells her, as he threatens to. I went out today and actually forgot my ring at home! So we had to go home to get it. Hee! Hee! Aunty Mimi will so kill me. Why? Because she was the one who said I must never take it off!

PS: Cousin Headliner, you shush, too! ;)

Doesn't it just annoy you...?!

Doesn't it just annoy you when people nag you into organising something and when you do get it done they give the classic "Oh, if I'm not busy, I'll go."

Either that or "If you tell me the dates, then I can tell other people as well." But...BUT...they won't take 5 seconds to hear it from you there and then.

Best one today - "I don't have [our friends'] numbers but if you put it into the papers then I can help tell them too"

What the hell would I bloody, frigging need YOU for if I am going to put it in the whole bloody, frigging papers where every fucker can read it from Tanjung Datu to bleeding Limbang?!

Useless bitch!

I was watching the news tonight after my Toastmasters meeting and was intrigued by a press conference held in KL recently.

It interested me enough to head to this website.

I'm tempted to order the DVD. I'm even willing to donate for it.

Do you think I should? Seriously, I am tempted.

This is the quotation I have pinned to a foam board just above eye level at home. I like it because I do believe in it.Sometimes what we say helps people decide on what we are and how we like to be treated.

I still believe that good things happen to people who do good. And if nothing seems to happen to you, then maybe it's because you're doing nothing either. Haha!

This is going to be my ONLY football entry because I am not a big fan of the sport neither am I following the sport seriously for whatever reason.

But I just had to write about the fact that Shebby's MyTeam lost by only 1 goal!!

Consider the fact that MyTeam has only been practising as a team for 3 months and went up against a national team. They also scored the first goal within 34 minutes of the game. Then the Malaysian team suddenly realised what was going on and decided to score another one before the end of the first half. And it looked like it went in as a fluke.

When the Malaysian team scored the second goal, it was only in the second half of the game. I was watching it and the second goal was the only good one. It went up high enough to be out of reach of the goalie and just inside the goal itself. That was a good goal.

I'm just really (pleasantly) surprised that MyTeam had such a good defense that it gave the Malaysian team a run for the money. I just personally find it funny that a team that took only 3 months of practise could make a national team really, really run around the field so much.

Don't you agree that in this world we live in, being a two-faced in normal?

To survive, you need you hide some of yourself and show some other?

Me? I'm multi-faceted.

I may not spell too well and my vocabulary may be shot to hell but at least I have a life and I know when to move on. Most of all, I've accepted myself and I'm happy. I always have a back-up plan and I've chosen not to whine (unless you're Shook. In which case, I just enjoy whining because it's acceptable. And even then, I don't push my luck). Also, I watch what I say and how I act because someone, somewhere might just be laughing at me if I don't.

Most of all, I keep my complaints to a minimum and I'm allowed to bitch because scientific studies say women have about a 20,000 word quota a day. Also, women de-stress by talking while men should be out with the boys to de-stress.

Women also multi-task better because we're biologically programmed to cook, wash the dishes, do the laundry, take care of the baby and still be able to listen to what our husbands are saying or not saying.

Women are weaker? I'm not a women's lib person because I believe that a woman is in her father's care until she gets married in which time her husband is supposed to care for her. At the same time, you try and go through hours of excruciating pain while trying to expel a human from your womb and see if you can be considerd weaker.

And if you are a guy who is acting like a girl, my advice is...dude! Come out of the closet already! I'm sure we can introduce you to someone who can help...

Have you noticed how the younger a person is the more jiwang they are?

I mean, I deal with teenagers all day. I listen to them a lot. So when I say something about teenagers, trust me, I'm not blowing hot air. I know what I'm saying.

A few of my students have me on their IM list and I see the nicknames they use as well as the display names they've typed in. And the things they say are so hilarious. Things like 'I love him but he doesn't notice', 'My heart is breaking because you don't know how much I love you', 'Fuck off, bitch. He's mine!', 'I like her but she likes someone else' and best yet 'I like this girl but someone else likes me. What do I do?'

And then when you ask them about it, they won't tell. What the hell did you think when you advertise it all over the internet? That nobody would ask? Then you're a big fool. Or maybe...they want you to ask so that they'll know someone is reading or so that they will feel 'cherished'. I wonder if it has ever occured to them that someone might also be laughing at them?

But these are kids. And they behave as kids do.

They will learn as kids do too.

Now, if you show me a 'matured' adult who does this...then I'll start to worry about what our world is coming to.

I finally decided to pluck up the courage to watch Supernatural tonight after my dance class and was pleasantly surprised to see Amy Acker. The last time I saw her was as Illyria on Angel. Illyria was an impressive character but I felt that she didn't get much character development. But then again, the show was in its last season so I couldn't expect too much to happen.

And AXN just censored the remote chance to see Amy's nakedness. Haha! Not that I want to see her naked. She looks emancipated and reminds me of an equally skinny, flat but uglier ex-friend I know. And she's bow-legged. I told Shook and he said "Maybe her underwear is too tight!". Which reminds me of Danny from CSI:NY. Haha!

Wow! I just realise that Amy Acker was in Alias and was the voice of Huntress in Justice League. Fascinating. Too bad I can't stand Alias and barely have time or energy for any TV show other than the CSIs.

Supernatural is pretty good. It's filmed in such a stark look that you can see almost every single pore on Jensen Eckles's face. I'm waiting for Hex as well. I might as well watch it since I'm out here and too hyped up to sleep just yet. Eck! Hex is very English and is said to be an adult version of Buffy. I love the music though. And the fact that there are no distracting hotties. Although there is a lesbian crush going on. Yep, definitely an English Buffy.

One more class and I'm done with dancing. But Serina says I could come in once in awhile to practise.

Quote of the day: Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.- Albert Einstein

I've not been writing very much the past few weeks, I think. I can only blame it on the fact that I managed to reach a point I never knew I could ever reach and yet still walk back in one piece.

Well, it's not as dramatic as it sounds, really. With the election going on, I've decided to stay out of that particular bandwagon and not say anything about it despite being involved in it indirectly. I hear stories from people who are in the field and it sometimes amuses me how deluded outsiders tend to be about something they actually know nothing about. Then again, I suppose it's nicer to be deluded than to face the painful reality. I'd do it, too....if I had the option.

On the entertainment front, I went to watch Mission Impossible 3 with the usual bunch of people. It's nice to watch movies together and then find out how much we hated or loved it. Personally, I'd recommend that only diehard fans of Tom Cruise or Alias go and watch this movie. If you were ever a fan of the original Mission Impossible, this movie will definitely make you shoot yourself in the foot....just to ease the boredom. Let me put it this way....compared to Shook, I tend to be slow figuring out movie plots/mysteries. But with MI3, I figured out there was a mole before they figured it out, I knew who the mole was before the movie revealed there was one and by the time the last half of the movie rolled by, I was not only restless and begging the movie to end but I was also starting to make comments throughout the movie. And this only happens when the movie bores me to death! Even the action sequences weren't able to help....and I usually love action sequences.

I do admit that the only part that make me sit up and grin is when the Malaysian Airlines name appeared. Twice. And tonight, Shook told me and Rin that the only reason J.J. Abrams got to be director as because he was a scientologist! And yet, some citizens of Malaysia make our country sound like the worst there ever is!

On another end, Rin and I have been talking about bandwagons. I've been hearing this word a lot the past few days. It makes me so glad that I have resisted bandwagons since I was young because I've always thought the idea was very....sad. I tried it once...with New Kids on The Block. How did I feel? Stupid and illogical and like I had no control of my own choices. I just felt like the biggest dumbass that ever existed. So I decided never to do it again. So throughout the years when skirts became short then mid-length then short then long, I stuck to my long flair skirts and jeans. Good old jeans!

Over the years, due to this stubbornness, I found that I was watching shows or reading books or anything before anyone else I knew was doing it. I was nuts over Dune and Kyle MacLachlan before anyone else I knew even realised it was such a great series. I was fangirling over Rick Hunter and Robotech while other girls in my school were still stuck on Mickey Mouse. Speaking of which, I never liked him. I always preferred Donald. Then there was Quantum Leap and X-Files before anyone else even knew there was Quantum Leap and X-Files. Then again, I cheated. I had a penpal in the US who was as nuts over those shows as I was. There was always my mob obsession. And then there was the Pretender and Millennium while I was in the US. Then my vampire obsession took me to Buffy and Angel before anyone here knew there was going to be a series, much less watched it! My only lament when I came home from the US was that I was missing Buffy and couldn't see Angel. And when Angel got his own series...oh! I was so there!

Then 5 years ago, CSI walked in and my self-control walked out. Even when my parents went to the US, they knew to get me CSI merchandise. Now, there are Miami and New York. Shook, Rin and I now have New York Tuesdays and Vegas-Miami Wednesdays. By next week, we'll have Numbers Mondays and I have Bones Fridays.

Some people may sit and judge me and say I have no life. If you consider how much TV I don't watch, it's lucky I even know what days what comes on. I only watch shows that I find have fascinating storylines. I don't watch it for the hot guys. Like my cousin 'big brother' and I always say, 'We look for brains and a sense of humour. Looks is the bonus but never the requirement'. I may say a guy is hot but I'll never even consider him if he's dull and predictable. And when I describe people, I rarely begin with their looks. My first words always tend to be 'He's a nice guy' or 'He's fun. I like him'. If you ask me what he looks like, I always need to stop and think because looks are never my yardstick.

As for blogging, if I was a bandwagon kind of person, I'd only be doing it now when everyone else is doing it and getting attention for it. But I started it because Mac talked me into and I was bored one school break and wanted to learn something new.

What has this to do with bandwagons? Read the Wiki entry for it. It explains all this better than I can.

As for everything else in my life...that's a whole different blog entry. Maybe later...

And if you don't like clowns, read Dean Koontz's Life Expectancy. It's almost like Stephen King's It but less paranormal.

Bones!!!

NTV7 will be showing Bones!! On Friday at 8.30 p.m. starting May 5th!!

Bones!!!

Actually, I'm only squeeing about it because of David Boreanaz!

So I like him. Some people use the word fangirl. And make that word sound like a bad word. Sheesh!! Get normal, why don't you?

You know you're famous and frighteningly so when someone starts a blog just so they can write malicious untruths about you.

I'm not even going to write the link here because I don't want to risk the guy being IT literate and able to track where it came from. I just want to see what can be done to his blog at this moment. If you happen to be curious, email me and I'll send you the link.

As for me, I find it laughable. But if I do meet the guy, I will not grief to see him suffer. Come to think of it, I do want to meet him...just so I know which guy to point out to the police and the lawyers.

In case you're wondering, it's about my dad. And I take this very, very personally. So...we'll see. And yes, I can be cold and vicious. I just need to tell the right people...

Didn't someone in Malaysia get sued recently for writing some things about the government?

The title may sound philosophical but, trust me, this is anything but!

I had the best luck today. I do thank God for it and I did even as I looked at the cloudy skies and hoped it didn't rain. I had to run into Carpenter Street really quickly today to pick up something. All Kuchingites know how horrible it is to find a parking spot in Carpenter Street. I was so not looking forward to it. However, just as I got into Carpenter Street, a Kancil drove out of a spot which happened to be just a few steps away from the shop I wanted to go to!

And when I got back to school, I had just enough time left to finish marking my exam papers before the dismissal bell rang. To add a good feeling to today, my boss cut the meeting short and shooed us all home!

In other news, I had a meeting-less night tonight so I was able to sit and watch CSI with Shook. I'm still determined to make a CSI phone theme - if I ever get round to it! I have everything - the songs, the images, even some sound files - but I just don't have the energy to be creative or the patience to sit still or the focus to go through it. Ah well...

Also, I made contact with two dear friends who I have not heard from in ages. The last time I heard from my girl friend was maybe 6 years ago and the last time I even emailed or called the guy friend was 2 (?) years ago. So I've been glad to email them the past few days and catch up.

At the end of this month, my Norwegian cousins will be in Kuching. Some of them are coming in this weekend, others next week. They are here for our family Mowe Convention. When I tell people I have Norwegian relatives, they immediately assume it's through marriage. Well, it is if you are considering the fact that my ancestor married a Norwegian, sailed to Norway and lived the rest of his life there and that my relatives there now are his descendants. Some people I know have even been snide about it. I don't understand some people. Just because you're not happy, don't be caustic to those of us who are.

Which reminds of a whole set of friends I used to have...but that's a story for another day!

I'm planning to invite my cousins to school to speak to my students about their lives in Norway. One's in the military and the other is a nurse. They're both girls. And if the male cousin who will be coming is the one I'm thinking he is, he has the most bluest blue eyes I've ever seen in my entire life - and I've seen a few! Scandinavians, what did you expect? :)

I'm excited to meet them. Jerome will be asked to go as his dad's proxy and I told my mom that if she needs any IT help, she could ask him. I think he'd be willing to assist her. I wonder if I could ask Georgette to do an article about this. Hmmm...I'll ask my mom.

For now, this is all from me. My life is hectic but not much of a rollercoaster this time round. It feels more like tobogganing in winter than plummeting down a mountain as it used to. Maybe of some things that are going on that is distracting me from my grievances. And my students have been lovely this week so I'm content.

Help!!

Well, I need help from the literary inclined peole who might just drop into my blog either voluntarily or by mistake.

I need to present a monodrama next week. The problem is I don't know what is a good monodrama to present for 5 to 7 minutes and where to find a good one. I've tried the internet but I get loads of Shakespeare or musical monodrama or just something unrelated.

So if any of you know a good one - other than good ole Bill - please let me know.

Please!!!!