Monday, November 26, 2001

Birthday Surprise

We had a pre-birthday dinner for Daniel today. It was a surprise thingy and for once it was quite a surprise. Well, for Daniel anyway. First, we had to figure out how to get him out of the house. So Kevin decided to take him to the longest movie ever, the new version of Apolcalypse Now. It was 3 hours 22 minutes to be exact and that plus the drive to the theatre and back allowed us ample time to prepare the food for the steamboat dinner we were having.

Daniel didn't suspect a thing although he figured something was up since Sharon and I had been corresponding so much all of a sudden and also that I was so eager for him to spend 5 hours (give or take) with Kevin. Especailly when he was so sleepy and was ready to sleep the whole afternoon and have croissants and yoghurt for dinner. Hmm... Instead, we had steamboat and cookies and cream ice cream cake. I think it was much better the the former dinner plans. :)

Anyway, I've had an exhausting day. This morning, we sold the car. It fetched less than expected but the weather was cold and yucky (windy and rainy) and I was ready to just go Bah! at the salesman for telling me that my car wasn't worth the steel it was built on. I don't like Used Car Salesman. They have this bullying quality about them. Well, anyway it's all over and done with and the cheque is sitting in my account slowly clearing.

After all that was the preparation for the party. I have just realised that I have a set of lungs that could run cross country, race the 400m, dance exhausting ballet solos and take 2 1/2 hour ballet exams, but cannot blow balloons to save my life. I tried to help Sharon, and my balloon was really tiny and my ears hurt after that. So I gave up and stuck to the food preparation which I knew I could do well. (It's quite hard to screw up slicing fish cake)

Post party was lots of clean up, and trying to use the dishwasher that we haven't touched since my parents were here last year. It took Daniel, Brian and I to figure out how to work the darn thing. Why can't these things be idiot proof?

I'm guessing this entry is very disjointed. It's 1.33 am now and I have to be up at 4.45 to catch the first Virgin Blue flight to Brisbane. I'm looking forward to that because I hear the stewardesses have cool uniforms, are pretty interesting to talk to and the seats are apparently made of plush leather. I like these things. Comfy and stuff. My dream is to one day be able to fly Air Force One because I hear it's much like the QE2 but you can run a world war from there. Plus, the stewards prepare your meals on board. I also heard that John Travolta flies round the world in an old Qantas and has got a jacuzzi and the works. He was apparently nice enough to let the groundstaff go take a look and Sharon's workmate's boyfriend went up to take a look. Yup.

I'm not quite seeing straight now. I should go. Anyway, wish me a nice holiday and that those dastardly rashes I got from taking antibiotics will clear up before I hit the beach. Well, I'll see you in about 10 days and I'll tell you about the beach, the farm and whether I got to finally learn how to ride as well as the girl on the farm who was apparently named after me (They are friends of my mom's).

See you then...
Later.

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Sunday, November 25, 2001

The Name Game

I'm back from buying the present for my supervisor. We bought him a cardholder, one of those matte silver ones. Spiffy and we got it engraved. I want something that is engraved specifically for me.. How cool would that be.

Argh! How annoying is it when the smoke detector goes off for no particular reason? I am reminded of Phoebe in Friends, who rips her smoke detector out of the wall because it keeps beeping. And it still beeps even when she smashes it to smithereens so she wraps it in a blanket and dumps it. It's quite funny and I am so tempted to do it. If you want to know which episode it is, it's The One where They're Up All Night in Season 7. I can't seem to give you the direct link, but the page is pretty idiot proof so go ahead and try if you want.

Dumb smoke detector...it goes off randomly. When we're frying up a storm in the kitchen, it stays quiet. When we're sitting down watching The West Wing, it beeps till the cows come home. It's like one of those domestic roosters who don't know time of day and just crow as and when they like. My friend, Karen, used to complain that they were this idiot chickens crowing in the middle of the day behind her house. She used to scheme about what she was going to cook them into. The things that go through our minds when we had to study for exams. :)

Okay, lots of people have been asking me why my web address has got Huang in it when surname is Ng. For those who don't know, Huang is the pinyin version for Ng and despite what my mom has said about my name being unique, it obviously isn't true. There is at least ONE other person out there with the EXACT same name as I do. I know because she tried to contact me. She sent me an email and said since we had the same name, we should be friends. She lives in Malaysia. I now don't actively use ANY email address with my name as the username. It's just too creepy for me. My oh-so-unique name has got me into so much nonsense.

Let's see. When I started primary school, Singapore was going through that phase where it was using our pinyin names. So, I was Huang Junfeng without the Christian name that my parents kindly bestowed upon me. That confused me to no end because I didn't know that I had that name. I spent my first year spelling Junfeng as two separate words. I think I was the only girl in class that had to do spelling corrections on her own name. Plus I hated being known as Junfeng. So, when I had enough guts, I began telling people what I thought my name really was. Being in a neighbourhood school where most of the kids spoke Chinese at home and had Chinese names, having a name like mine baffled them as much as Junfeng baffled me. So I started being called "serene ,serena, selene,selena, sharon, sharona" (not much imagination I must say). The boys made horrid derivatives from it which had to do with excrement and is just too gross for me to repeat. Some of the teachers stuck to Junfeng and one day, someone came in to deliver a message that "Mrs so and so would like to see this girl", handing the teacher a note and my math teacher who called me "Jun-Fong" insisted she got the wrong class and she was wasting her (the math teacher's) time. I timidly put up my hand because I knew that my mom was going to leave something at the office for me and the messenger had looked directly at me when she delivered the note and said I was the person being called for and she said " no, you're not. Don't talk nonsense" . It's funny now, but I think I almost cried then.

Things didn't get any better when I got older. I was told after a debate within the class that I was not voted best speaker because most of the kids didn't know how to spell my name so they chose this girl who had a Chinese-pinyin name that they could spell. Oh well, my troubles have yet to cease. Daniel's mom spelt my name differently everytime and a friend from college spelt it with too many "E"s and he wondered why I walked away in a huff.

So what's in a name? Apparently, tons of bad puns and jokes, especially from cruel cruel kids. I swear that I'll name my kids something easy enough to spell. Well, that isn't quite true, actually. I made up a quiz about myself lately, yes, part of my self-centred, post thesis boredom. Anyway, one of the questions was, What did I want to name my first daughter? And the choices were a) Darjeeling b) Tullarmarine c) Tullulah-Belle d) Serendipity. As you can see, I'm intent of torturing any future daughter I have. I think just for thinking up these thoughts, I'm going to end up with all boys... and I so want a daughter to dress up and send for balllet classes. For those who are curious, I wanted to name my first daughter Darjeeling. Yes, Darjeeling, after the tea. Don't ask me why. I don't remember, Hey, just be grateful that I've gotten over that. :)

Well, tomorrow, I'm going off to sell my car. My first car. I wanted so much to drive my bro's Land Rover Discovery, but my parents decided it wasn't a car for a girl to drive. And I'd get bullied on the road, cos I'm a girl driving a Land Rover. Don't question the logic that is my parents. Sometimes, I'm certain their brand of logic isn't from thie world. Well, because of that, I spent this year being envious of every girl I saw behind the wheel of a Land Rover.

I have a mitsubishi lancer (a safe car because my eldest brother had one in Singapore before he traded it for a much spiffier but more problematic VW Passat), which was a manual and had no air conditioning. So I kept putting it in 3rd gear by mistake and lamenting everytime it got over 20 degrees that it was time to sell the car. And the time has finally come. It's nearing summer, and the car will be intolerable plus we're going home, so it's time. Oh well. I have less attachment to it then I did the Land Rover so I'm not too perturbed.

Okay, this could go on and on, but I won't. Time to pack for Queensland. We're off on Tuesday. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

Later.

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The Proverbial "They"

A strange thing happened in church today. It was announced that the Pastor wasn't coming back next year. In other words, he got fired. Until today, I did not know that pastors could be fired. Apparently, it was a decision by the church "elders". Who are the elders, no one knows. It's sort of like that proverbial "they". "they said it.. according to them" But no one knows who "they" are. Anyway, it came as a shock as this guy was a genuinely nice guy and a good pastor plus I liked the fact that he was very affectionate toward his children and he talked about them sometimes in his sermon (in good ways). The congregation looked slightly mutinous after the announcement and the pastor himself looked stunned, as if he had just been told as well.My friend had no idea why it was such a big deal as she thought that pastors had day jobs. Until I explained that they didn't. It was a sombering morning (I'm not sure there's such a word as sombering, but well, I'm allowed to make up words, I'm a psycholinguist in making. :) )

Yeah, I know there are no jobs out there that advertise "Psycholinguist wanted". But it's what I did my honours year in, not by choice though. It was between psychology of language and memory in chickens. No contest. Really. But it's an interesting field. I've picked up so many tips on how to teach children how to read, and that if you taught them a second language from young, they learn how to read quicker. That sort of thing. But I think I would be the only pyscholinguist around (if I ever became one) that didn't know the difference between an adverb and an adjective. Well, I do now, but there are certain parts of speech that I don't know what they are called. My brother would attribute it to my government school education. Just because they went to mission schools and I didn't. Anyway, the mission school my mom wanted to put me in was St Margaret's and as a six year old, I had enough presence of mind and fashion sense to veto that on the basis that the uniform really really sucked. Name me a person who looks good in green polka dots. Daniel concurs as he thinks even Cindy Crawford wouldn't look good in it. And to him, if Cindy Crawford doesn't look good in it, no one will. He lurves Cindy Crawford. I think he's slightly jealous of the fact that my almost three year old nephew,Bruce, was actually carried by Cindy Crawford and has photos to prove it. Well, I think Bruce's father is jealous too.

Anyway, I have to go out now and buy a present for my supervisor. The poor man worked his ass off to help us get the grades we wanted. Apparently, his daugher told him on that final weekend before we submitted that she needed proof that she wasn't part of a single parent family-she hadn't seen him the whole weekend or something like that. So yeah, a nice present.

Later now.

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Saturday, November 24, 2001

Grown Up Matters

I've just realised, after reading my last entry that my grammar isn't perfect and neither are my typing skills. So, please excuse me for that. I've never been a careful person. My math as a child was atrocious because I couldn't be bothered to recheck my calculations. Same here, I have no patience to re-read what I've written, well, oftem till it's too late.

Anyway, ballet went fine today. It turns out that I didn't have to grouch about doing the performance. My partner's thrown his back out (NOT BECAUSE OF ME!! :) ), plus there are not enough people to do it. So instead of having rehearsals, we had a good class and I used my pointe shoes for the first time in a long time. Pointe shoes are God's punishment for I don't know what, but they are some sort of punishment. They are hard, unforgiving and rip into your feet and toes like shards of glass. But the end product is you look like you're floating on your tippie toes and everything looks beautiful, light, easy and long. Now, SNAP out of it! It's all an illusion. Anyway, I did some pointe in class today and my feet looked like they got smashed by a hammer. Well, a little bit anyway. There were some red bits and some not very red bits. But, the truth of it is that I actually enjoy doing pointe.

I am not a masochist, though. It's sore and sometimes your toe-nails turn black and fall off, but the feeling it gives you, the illusion of height and strength is quite wonderful. And contrary to popular mythology, ballet does not make you chunky. Especially not pointe work. It's stretches your muscles out, in the right directions and I like the feeling in my tummy. It's a good workout. Just don't go wearing open-toed shoes after that.

I've had to deal with some grown-up issues in the last hour. I don't like them much. The apartment we are living in now, is to be sold (sob, sob). Anyway, our flatmate has requested that we sell her some of the furniture. So, I tell her, she can take whatever she wants and her $600 bond would cover it. She chose to take quite abit of things, heater and well, all the essentials. And I think, ok, it's all settled right? But no, she comes out and tells us that her Dad thinks all the things don't add up to that much (in actual fact, they do but oh well). So I'm left to take $200 off all the stuff she wants and be nice to her about it. I can't help but feel slightly on the losing end here. We rented the room to her at a song, fully furnished (she did not have to buy anything at all). Technically, we were supposed to charge her for the rental of the furniture but I thought that was too harsh. And now this, oh well. Money matters suck. Everyone wants a bargain and at the same time make something out of it.

I don't think she would have got away with so much if my brother was still the landlord. My brother, who lived here for the last 7 years, left me in charge at the beginning of this year, much to my helpless dismay. Anyway, he's an almost 6 ft tall, ex rugby player who looks like he could grind you into dust with his thumb, so anyone with half a brain would know not to mess with him. He is no doormat. In fact, neither is my other brother. What he doesn't have in height (as compared to Mark), he makes up for with sharp words and a look that would shut the most annoying person up. I apparently, possess the same ability to silence with a look. Unfortunately, I haven't learnt to use it that well yet. My brother has 9 years ahead of me on that one.

Well, Daniel says at least we're getting something out of the furniture. The hock shop (i.e. pawn shop, but I don't like saying it since it's homophonic partner is not something that should be uttered from a girl's mouth :), I'm being coy here..:) ) outside, would not buy it off us for very much so it's a lose-lose situation. Just a matter of how much I lose.

I'm glad I'm not going to be in the retail business. I'm not good at these selling things. Buying things, ah!... that's another matter. I'm pretty good at that. Some say too good, but I've mellowed, learnt the meaning of austerity ( I think that's the right word, I'm not sure that's the right spelling) and that saving is an essential part of life.

One day, I'll explain to you how I plan to live on $4.96 per week. I'll also explain how I got to that figure. I could buy a cup of Pearl Tea with that, although I hear that pearl tea in Singapore is not as yummy anymore. Someone once suggested I start my own chain and call it the Princess Cup. Daniel vetoed it as he said the name was just too " cheena pong piang" in Sharon's words.

I shall now go watch Saturday Night Live with Daniel. Sometimes it funny, most times I fall asleep. I'm good at that, falling asleep in front of the T.V. I think I get that from both my parents. Oh well..

Later now.

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Saturday Morning

It's Saturday morning, and we've had a late start, seeing that it's almost lunch-time. Well, that's what bumming time is about anyway. Wake up late because, there's nothing seriously important to do, and it's a great feeling. I know all you those out there that are working will probably stick your tongue out at me. But hey, I get to join the horrid working world, it'll be a luxury never to be had again. So I'm enjoying every moment of it now.

It will be a strange time when I have to resettle back in Singapore. For too long, everytime I go back to Singapore, I know it's for just abit (even if it's for the 3 month long summer holidays). This time, I know it's a one way ticket back and in some ways, it's scary. There are going to be so many changes. For one, I'm no longer a student. I'm a grown-up with responsibilities and by the end of next year, I'm going to have to pay taxes. I always say, the minute you start paying taxes, you're a grown up. And I've managed to hold it off this long and my parents think my entry into the working world is long overdue. So I guess I better start getting used to the idea. Another thing I'm going to have to get used to is that I have to live in a tiny apartment with my parents about 3 ft away. It's hard to sleep in (here I go again about the sleeping in thing) when my dad is slightly hearing impaired and speaks at a volume that HE can hear. So it gets slightly noisy in the mornings. My friend who's been here 4 years has just packed up his 92 kgs-accumulated over 4 years-nonsense and has headed home. He doesn't seem to happy. Sounds like he's misplaced and unsure of what he's supposed to do with his life. And this is a person who spent 4 years here yearning to go home to his family.

The good thing is I get to hang out with my autistic cat, Misha. She's a sweet cat, but I think she got abused as a kitten cos when I found her she had a broken leg. Anyway, she runs away from anyone who comes at her too agressively, but she responds to me when I call for her. She had a brother, Chandler, but he ran away when I came here to study. I still miss him. He was everything Misha wasn't. Animated, affectionate and he'd talk to you, plus my Dad liked him. Misha, not so much.

So, those are the things I go back to in a month. It makes me nervous thinking about it. Everything's different, even the weather. Even Daniel's different in Singapore. He's grouchy in Singapore as he get's all sweaty and there's no way to stay cool. In the words of Buffy, we just have to deal.

Well, nothing much on for today. I've got to go for ballet class in abit. I'm supposed to be doing a ballet performance in 3 weeks time, but this time, I'm not so keen. It's not just because my partner's got to lift me like a sack of potatoes around (that bruises my ribs), but also because I hate the 3pm Saturday rehersal times.It's in the middle of Saturday afternoon and my lazing around time. Okay, I admit, that sounds abit self-absorbed, but I have a reason. So, hear me out before you judge me.

This whole year has been a huge committment to one thing or another. I've had to put my heart and soul into my thesis year. Although I must admit, what I've reaped from that was beyond expectation. Anyway, that's taken alot out of me and so are the years to come. What with getting a job next year and embarking on a Phd at the same time. I guess I just want this time in between to be as flighty and as carefree as possible because of what is to come. See it, if you will as a time for recharging. And the ballet thing just doesn't fit into those plans. I love ballet, don't get me wrong. For the last few years, my life has been ballet and uni (sometimes more ballet than uni much to the consternation of everyone else). And I'll still try to keep it in next year, but I want it to be something that I do for enjoyment, and not be obliged to do it. Like this performance.

Well, I should get the day started. Plus I'm hungry again. I am ALWAYS hungry and when my jeans get tight, I get upset. Oh! One good thing about going home, the heat and the humidity causes one to be less hungry, therefore eat less, therefore not complain too much about tight jeans. Plus, it's too hot to wear jeans. That's another good thing. :) Warped logic. Hee.

Later.

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Friday, November 23, 2001

Part 3- Rainbows in the Sky

've just tried using Live Journal to keep this page but it just seems to complicated for me to understand. Not when I've just about figured out how to do this one and even then I'm not too sure yet.

I'm being anti-social at the moment. I have friends here, but I guess this is going to be my little obsession for abit. Until the novelty wears off anyway. They're watching Jerry Maguire outside and I think there are ice cream cones in the freezer. But the ice cream can wait and Jerry Maguire, well, I think it's a painful movie to watch, well bits of it anyway. "SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!!" Yup.

I've been told by at least 2 people today that they can't be bothered to read this online journal thingy cos it isn't about them. Ok... I don't know what else to say but that this journal is about what I did and thought about today. Not about a particular other person. Those of you who complain only Daniel features in it, well, Daniel and I share the same house. So there.

If you recall from my first entry about the weather being all muggy; well, the heavens decided to open up this evening. I was out in the city with Dan and some friends. And we had to hang around because the friend who drove, Kevin, insisted that the car was parked very far away and he didn't want to get wet. Well, yeah. Sharon, his girlfriend had a problem with the rain as her shoes had a big slit at the bottom so her socks were getting wet (It's time to get a new pair of shoes, Sharon) :). Anyway, when we finally got home, the weather had cleared and it was a really pretty sight.

The sky had cleared and was orange because of the sunset and there were not one but TWO rainbows in the sky. One on top of the other. It was a sight to behold. The arcs were really clear, so you could actually see from start to finish of it. Of course, you couldn't see the end bits as that would have meant there were pots of gold to be found (which would have been very useful, but I guess not). The one at the bottome was very much clearer than the one on top of it. It almost seemed like the one on top was just a spectre of the other. Very awesome.

It got us into a debate, while starring opened mouth at it (drizzling raindrops ending up in our mouths), about how rainbows are formed. As none of us could remember any Secondary School physics, the debate was short and no conclusion came out of it.

It just made me think what I'm going to miss when I leave and go back to Singapore. It's hard to find a street empty enough in Singapore to stand in the middle of it, face upturned in awe to the heavens, marvelling at its wonder. Sigh. I guess we can't all have our druthers (It's a line Daniel always uses. Apparently, it means we can't have everything we want and I'm taking his word).

Ok, I think it's time for the ice cream.
Later

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've just tried using Live Journal to keep this page but it just seems to complicated for me to understand. Not when I've just about figured out how to do this one and even then I'm not too sure yet.

I'm being anti-social at the moment. I have friends here, but I guess this is going to be my little obsession for abit. Until the novelty wears off anyway. They're watching Jerry Maguire outside and I think there are ice cream cones in the freezer. But the ice cream can wait and Jerry Maguire, well, I think it's a painful movie to watch, well bits of it anyway. "SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!!" Yup.

I've been told by at least 2 people today that they can't be bothered to read this online journal thingy cos it isn't about them. Ok... I don't know what else to say but that this journal is about what I did and thought about today. Not about a particular other person. Those of you who complain only Daniel features in it, well, Daniel and I share the same house. So there.

If you recall from my first entry about the weather being all muggy; well, the heavens decided to open up this evening. I was out in the city with Dan and some friends. And we had to hang around because the friend who drove, Kevin, insisted that the car was parked very far away and he didn't want to get wet. Well, yeah. Sharon, his girlfriend had a problem with the rain as her shoes had a big slit at the bottom so her socks were getting wet (It's time to get a new pair of shoes, Sharon) :). Anyway, when we finally got home, the weather had cleared and it was a really pretty sight.

The sky had cleared and was orange because of the sunset and there were not one but TWO rainbows in the sky. One on top of the other. It was a sight to behold. The arcs were really clear, so you could actually see from start to finish of it. Of course, you couldn't see the end bits as that would have meant there were pots of gold to be found (which would have been very useful, but I guess not). The one at the bottome was very much clearer than the one on top of it. It almost seemed like the one on top was just a spectre of the other. Very awesome.

It got us into a debate, while starring opened mouth at it (drizzling raindrops ending up in our mouths), about how rainbows are formed. As none of us could remember any Secondary School physics, the debate was short and no conclusion came out of it.

It just made me think what I'm going to miss when I leave and go back to Singapore. It's hard to find a street empty enough in Singapore to stand in the middle of it, face upturned in awe to the heavens, marvelling at its wonder. Sigh. I guess we can't all have our druthers (It's a line Daniel always uses. Apparently, it means we can't have everything we want and I'm taking his word).

Ok, I think it's time for the ice cream.
Later

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Part 2

Ok, it's after lunch now, and I'm feeling slightly more focussed and less in a frenzy. I don't know why, but there's something about computers that just make me go ARGH!!!! Perhaps, it's the many times it's crashed on me during important thesis writing moments.

Anyway, I've sent out this web address to some of my friends and some claim that they'll only read about it if I were writing about them. But then if I wrote only about them, then wouldn't this web page be entitled " the world according to (fill in your own name)" ? Nah...If you happen to affect my thoughts that day, then maybe you'll get a cameo appearance in this page. If you don't, TOUGH.

Anyway, lunch was last night's left over fried rice. And for those who don't know it yet, I ALWAYS eat in front of the TV. For the last 6 months, the dining table was just a dining table by name. In actual fact, it was a computer work station for Dan and myself. We had many reasons for doing this. First, instead of having 2 computers in two rooms and therefore using two sets of lights, we decided on a communal area and the dining table was large enough for that purpose. Second, Melbourne weather is more unpredictable than my moods (which is saying quite alot) :) and most of the time, it's chilly, bordering on cold. So, since the big gas heater is in the dining area, it made sense, seeing that we spend long periods of time in front of the computer and if we didn't have the heater, we'd have frost bitten fingers. Third, it was close to the kitchen. Fourth, it allowed the both of us to work and have someone to talk to at the same time. It was funny, we'd be writing *clack, clack, clack* (erm, that's the sound of the keys tapping) and then suddenly Dan would go "What do you think of Buffy, the Musical? " or something like that. Something out of the blue and seriously out of context.

Anyway, I digress, I was talking about lunch in front of the TV. Well, we have all our meals there, except when we have grown up guests around, which is not often. So anyway, we watched Buffy for lunch (we have Seasons 1 to 3 on DVD) and it's alot more interesting to watch without ads. If you haven't figured it out by now, we're huge Buffy fans. Dan's written his thesis on Buffy and I spend alot of my time reading scripts, especially the Season 6 ones. So I can tell you what's going to happen next season. Dan says I cheat. Ah well.

As I write this, Dan's once again looking at these computer parts price lists. Every other week, he prints off computer price lists and calculates how much it's going to cost him to set up his dream computer. I've pointed out that his one computer could sponsor lots of my shopping, to which he points out, his computer would last him 3 years, whereas my clothes last me till my next shopping trip. Well, I don't shop here alot. Sportsgirl has become too expensive and I have yet to shop at Witchery although it resembles Mango (my house of worship). Soon soon.

I'm off to see if this works and perhaps, I'll try to put some pictures up.
Later.

Oh, I've tried to do a pictures page, but it just takes too long to upload one picture. So I don't think this is going to happen until maybe Dan gets that cable connection he's been wanting. Anyway, all of you know what I look like so I don't think it'll be too big a loss. :)

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The Virgin Post

Well, this is my first entry and let me just say, it's more tedious than it looks. Hats off to those people who are dedicated to their homepages. It looks like really hard work. Anyway, I think these additional pages availabe for homepages were created for kids. Beneath this, I have the option of making a smiley face that reflects my mood today. How do you reflect "fidgety and impatient at slow connection" on a smiley's face? You tell me. And beneath that, is a cartoony thing about what today's weather is like. I don't think any of the icons do any justice to the weather right now. Muggy, with a hint of rain in the afternoon and absoultely dreary with no sun. Now, how do you put that into a cartoony icon?

As you can see, I have no patience for these inane things. Maybe I need lunch. I've been hungry since yesterday, despite the desperate attempts of Dan to keep me full. I had toast and a bowl of fruit for breakfast after pilates ( I'll talk about that some other time), I had lunch at 11 am (some 2 hours after breakfast), which was a bowl of noodles. An hour later, I had instant cup-a-rice (which is not very tasty and very un-oriental, despite what the packaging said). I took a nap to stop wanting to eat and woke up to the tremendous need to eat somemore. So it was a huge wok of fried rice between the two of us (note:don't put too much garlic in fried rice) for dinner and it's the next morning and I'm still hungry. Argh... My life revolves around food.

Ok, there's much more to say, but I'm going to save it and upload this to see if I can actually get this doing. Complex issues about the brain I seem to understand. Building web pages, on the other hand, seems beyond me.

Wish me luck!

Ondine tossed this thought in at 11:17

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" Far in the stillness, a cat languishes loudly"