September 10, 2005

The little purplish-red dot on my nose

I've this little scab on my nose and I find my fingers scratching on it and tryin to pick it out, to no avail. It's quite annoying. But good modulation.

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As It Is In Heaven

Watched it with girl. Hey D, if you are reading this... I forgot to sms you right after I watched it. I would have smsed 'I beat you to watching it this time! yay!' Erm, assuming you didn't watch the 1+pm show, cos we watched the 4.20pm one.

I liked it. Like I told girl, it was quite a well-rounded show. Most details taken care of. Except the one she pointed out... about why were the children blond when both parents were not? But see, girl is a bit ASD-trait. So, can't blame her for first, paying attention to such details and second, asking such questions. But she was quite contented with the recessive gene answer that I speculated. So, let's just leave it at that.

I especially liked the role of the pastor's wife, Inger, and I thought her acting was good! I liked the girl playing the role of Lena too. I think she's quite pretty.

However, I still prefer the music of Les Choristes better. The music from Les Choristes left me thinking about it and wanting to get it and making numerous trips to the music store before I finally decided to make my buy. This one didn't.

Speaking of that, it's such a lovely weekend afternoon to just sleep in with the soundtrack playing in the background. I'd do that in awhile.

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The little braggarts of empty matter

I was seated to this man yesterday at a formal social dinner thingy. Suffice to say that I was there because I felt obliged to help a clan uncle in being a 'ticketing officer' there. The most meaningful thing I did last evening was to issue official receipts for people who paid for the dinner on the spot.

Anyway, back to this huge braggart of a little hare-brain. If it was an entirely acceptable polite thing to roll my eyes and shudder at his every offer of information about himself and boring line of query, I would have looked like one of those interactive dolls wired wrongly - rolling eyes instead of blinking ones and shudders instead of dance movements. It's impossible and would really bring back too much traumatic memories if I were to recount how my dinner was spent sitting beside him. But, a quintessential example of such trauma would be when he said he's not a honey-tongued man and so could not mingle well with the rest of the crowd (specifically the many tai tais who were also at the event). My new friend sitting on my right (a rather humble lady who plays chinese musical instrument very well) merely smiled. I offered something better. I smiled AND raised my eyebrow. In the way that hopefully conveys 'Damn right, you joker! Now, just shut up!'

I once saw this sign that says... are you always this stupid or are you trying very hard today?

I think I should get one of this and pin it on my super ugly blazer the next time I attend such events.

Alternatively, I can use one of the visuals we use in school - Quiet Mouth.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 15:42