Fortissimo

So I was having fun with Graham's new notebook, from which I'm blogging now, and wanted to have some humour website to pass my time while Shanghaiman rambled on. So Graham recommended Engrish.com, and well check this out...

And for those of you who noticed my nick about dolphins and hands was also taken from a horribly translated warning sign.

I still can't get the hang of my Magic deck. I've drastically altered the deck already, took out all the greens to make it a red/black deck. I'm gonna die later if my mana fails to serve me again...

On Friday I attended my brother's Hwa Chong Drama Club production of Army Daze, where he played Johari, the fat idiot who thinks he's got muscles and looks like a rock star. And compared to all the other skinnies on stage he really did look fat. But what affected me more was the atmosphere. It was a first in the history of their Drama Club. A totally sold out event, because the idiots (see la study until no common sense) sold more tickets than there were seats in the auditorium. As a result audience who came late, parents kids and students, all had to sit on the floors and on the aisle steps. It was impressive la actually, to see the auditorium totally packed.

So anyway. When the pre-play video was run... each character introduction was received by whooping cheers and screams which immediately reminded me of my secondary school days, a long, long, time ago...

Ok ok it was only two years. But it's a long time ok.

Suddenly all the VSELDDS productions came rushing back to me, all the preparations, all the rehearsals, teachers making us to the exact freaking opposite of what we wanted so that all our lines were, to us, so retardedly fake. The great feeling we had in our hearts when a full house gave a thunderous applause. And the audience. The only time we ever appreciated a rowdy audience.

Memories... all alone in the moonlight... I can smile at the old days... I was beautiful thennnnnn........

Ha. Ha.

I miss secondary school already. Certainly not the academic part though.

Sunday, I went to my aunt's house for lunch after church. Well it was a late lunch, eating at 2+, so you could imagine we were quite ready to devour anything on the table, which we didn't really have to worry about since my aunt (and her mom) was a fabulous cook. We had butter-fried potatoes (plain compared to other forms of cooking potatoes, but strangely good shit), Korean vermicelli, fried bee hoon, and ngor hiang. Ooooo drool......

Meanwhile, my aunt had guests in her house. She had engaged herself in Amway products, those home-selling stuff that you demo to others in your own home and hope to hell that they buy it from you. Even though my friend, who was being housed by my auntie while he had his education here, had nothing much on his computer, I tried as much to stay in his room, because I didn't want to sit through the demonstrations. Uncles and aunties aren't exactly dynamic.