Monday, August 30, 2004
nothing much [update, i suppose]
there has been nothing to write in particular, which is partly the reason why i have not posted. the other part of the reason is that i have been busy, which has been posted in the previous post.
a couple friends and i realized that summer was ending soon--as well as our holidays--thus, we went out on a huge mission to go out every day. enjoyed a few plays, donated to a couple charity festivals, visited a few musuems, etc., etc., etc.--mission completed.
toronto keeps you busy--one way or another.
anyways, so i didn't write. usually i use to blog to rant about things or something that interests me, but i suppose i didn't have anything to complain about and logically [at least in my mind's eye], i didn't feel the need to post.
it's better to save your energy for sleep than to write. although, it can be a symptom of my laziness.
| lily* || 0 || 11:21 p.m. |
this will never end.
this is self-explanatory. to a few. and others: just look.
| lily* || 0 || 1:33 a.m. |
Sunday, August 29, 2004
the bitch
"O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the
possible."
-- Pindar, Pythian III
took a bitch just to look for that quote. and now i can't remember why i need it. anywho, at least here i can attempt to make some use of it.
been busy and too lazy to blog.
| lily* || 0 || 11:41 p.m. |
Friday, August 27, 2004
still around
i posted.
| lily* || 0 || 6:23 p.m. |
Saturday, August 21, 2004
wedding
wedding tomorrow. may i get drunk. hopefully, i'll be drunk enough to be able to tell off my fucking relatives without getting in shit.
wish me luck.
oh and it appears that i still have internet...for now.
| lily* || 0 || 1:53 a.m. |
Friday, August 20, 2004
sleep-less
i am never going to sleep. not tonight. instead i'm going to write e-mails and blogs to everyone and anyone i can think of. while chatting on msn.
and shit, i have an interview tomorrow morning. or this morning, depending on the way you look at it. i'm going to look like a raccoon.
at least i'll look like something.
| lily* || 0 || 3:41 a.m. |
dear blog
dear blog,
i will miss you. i'm sorry for this. but i think it's best that we have a "break". i'm not sure how long it will be and i never intended it to come to this, but there are other things in the world in control right now.
and i have to go fight them.
don't worry, i will i fight for you. [well, at least for the internet. i guess i'm not that far apart from being addicted to the internet as my brother.]
remember me.
sincerely [well somewhat],
lily*
| lily* || 0 || 2:37 a.m. |
and since i am dying...
blog, these are my last words to you before i leave. leave? in a moment you will see. perhaps i will leave a personal note to you.
as for now, i will write down whatever jibberish that is in my head.
[WARNING: it is going to be very random...more so random than others.]
dyan--the annoying one about the candy prom--is going out with an ugly white guy. it seems to me that dyan's are annoying. [asfia, this is where you point and laugh...or just laugh]
i saw meinez and monissa yesterday while rushing to the mexx interview. tried to find them afterwards, but couldn't. probably because the interview took a bitching long time [more or less 1 hr]--and still another one tomorrow. wish me luck. so hello if any could deliver this mesage to them. otherwise, i guess hello to you when i see again.
the ring is a good movie. go rent it. one of the best horror movies i've seen in a long while, which i didn't totally laugh over.
amy, please decide on a day soon. i will call you to find out instead. shit. i hate talking over the phone. i hate talking. i suppose it will help with my "communication skills".
and to go on with my "communication skills", i will have to call sadia to bug her about the crappy events while summer is still around. shit. phone again. the plan, sadia, the plan! outside forces are invading! and destroying our means of communication...well, one way. the main way. shitmonfuckdad.
i would pay for internet myself, but i've become a full-fledged cheapie and refuse to do so. so shitmonfuckdad again.
mark, if you discover this blog. happy birthday to you. it's 3 weeks early, i know, but happy birthday because i probably won't have a chance to say happy birthday. [how many times can i write happy birthday???] and how are you, while i'm at it. leave a note in my inbox if there is still room by the time you discover this.
amna, if you know about this blog. HELLO!!!!! i'm not sure what else to say... except call me when you get back from that crazy place called pakistan. or maybe it's not crazy. i just thought i would add that in. hmmm...peppers. taste good.
hi to all others. i don't care so much about you...or maybe i can't think of you right now. whichever that pleases you the most.
the mexx job better pay well. otherwise, i'm going to bitch. and i won't even have a blog to bitch in. then, i'm going have to return to bitching at my room wall. and it won't look pretty. people are going to think i'm crazy again. especially when i was returning to "normal".
would a low profile be normal? nevermind, i would say so.
at least i'll get discounts. right? if not, all hell's going to break loose. and i won't know what to do with it. shit. i think i need this blog more than i think.
another thing is that i should quit swearing. where did i pick it up from? why do i keep on saying fuck every 3 words? [at least it's not every 2 words.]
and what am i talking about the pay and discounts at mexx? i haven't even got the job yet. shit, i better. i want clothing. and i want money.
heck [isn't that better?], we all want money. i need it for tuition. to be a penniless historian.
the irony in this world.
oh and i almost forgot to mention, world, you smell.
i wonder if any will get this.
| lily* || 0 || 2:13 a.m. |
my dad the pissy head
can't write any more blogs. my dad's being a bitch. canceling the internet. and i can't even blame henry for this.
fuccckkkkkk!!!!
how can i continue my plans--er, i mean, game--with sadia?
i suppose to look on the bright side, i no longer have to communicate with the morons that i keep on forgetting to block. or that i feel guilty blocking.
my inbox is going to a bitch. double fuck.
| lily* || 0 || 2:02 a.m. |
imaginary jealously?
ever seen your boyfriend talking to some ugly dumbfuck slut, who's just trying to lure him away? just standing and oozing with the uglies? just while you were out to grab a megazine or cigarettes? or picking up the dry cleaning or whatever you need to do.
momentarily. while your boyfriend was just waiting outside. across the street.
and then as you try to cross the street, you see your boyfriend talking to ms. dumbfuck,--as i shall name her--interested. and only interested because for some fucknut reason [that's he's male], he doesn't know what is happening.
you're just standing there glaring, hoping that somehow your eyes will beam lasers or something to shoot that dumbfuck down. your face and ears are going all tomato red with fury--and it's feeling awfully hot and red, too--when you realize there are no cars. you can cross the street and give that slut a good bitching. and maybe some good ass-kicking. but i don't think we need to go that far, considering by then it will be quite clear that she needs to do the world a favour and kill herself.
then it hits you.
he's not your boyfriend.
he's just some really good looking guy with an ugly slut.
of course, this didn't really happen to me. this was just what came into my mind randomly at the moment. perhaps because the guy looked familiar, and he was good looking. more so on the latter. or maybe it was balanced. i can't remember now. i just thought it was pretty funny how that whole scenario appeared in my head.
on another note, i've recently realized that i haven't seen sadia all week. nor have i had a normal conversation with her...not that our conversations are normal.
i think i've got used to her presence since the summer.
i guess there are some people in this world that i don't mind, after all.
| lily* || 0 || 1:43 a.m. |
Thursday, August 19, 2004
i guess, henry
finally, when i do feel like posting--blogger has to have some sort "500 internal server error". doesn't it piss you off?
well, it certainly pisses me off.
another thing that annoys me is how henry goes on the computer when i walk away to go to the washroom. such as now.
when
i'm on.
now, henry is banned from the computers [our household has more than one computer and he would use them all if he could]. you see, he's addicted to the computer--and everything that is related to it: games, internet, msn, surfing. mainly games and internet plus the occasional search for cheat codes.
thus, to prevent any further addiction, my father has banned my brother. i suppose, you can call it quitting cold turkey. although, it's somewhat forced upon henry.
nor do i think that it's totally effective.
for example, just a moment ago. my brother was on the computer. moreover, henry is likely to go on the computer at his friends' houses, at the library, at an internet cafe, or any other place that would present him the services and wonders of the internet.
i do agree that my brother should go on less often. henry needs to understand there is more to this world aside from the internet and computer games.
there are people OUT in this world. sure, most of them are morons, but nevertheless most people are forced to socialize with them--somehow. otherwise...well, i'm not sure otherwise.
forget about the people, that's depressing. think about the nature. okay, nevermind. natural surroundings does not seem to be one of the city's stronger assets.
i think what i'm trying to say is: life sucks. get used to it or do something about it. the internet will not numb anything.
as one can see, i jump around a lot. i'm easily distracted. i distract myself.
look, a cow!
| lily* || 0 || 11:07 p.m. |
i'm sorry
blog, i apologize.
i have not written lately; nor have i given you much notice [if any] that i have been avoiding you. you mustn't mistake, it was not intentional. i've been busy lately. i guess everyone says that.
but, this is my apology. and i am sorry because i do value the relationship we have [i think...].
please accept.
| lily* || 0 || 9:15 p.m. |
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
spider-man...
this is for sadia:
Bava, enfin -: Spider-Man 2
another "boo" for spiderman...ironically, i still root for him. and i think i do it for the sake of it.
| lily* || 0 || 1:20 p.m. |
hello blog
hello blog! how are you today? i'm visiting to say hello and give you a quick update. [notice i've allowed the little ad bar.]
well, i better get going.
| lily* || 0 || 12:59 p.m. |
Saturday, August 14, 2004
tired
tired.
today, i reminded how exhausting i can be. to others and myself. will talk about it later.
maybe. if i feel like it.
for now, i need my rest.
it's going to be a bitching day tomorrow.
| lily* || 0 || 11:32 p.m. |
club monaco, continued...and others
nothing new today. needed to replace the old picture. so i did. mainly in protest against club monaco (and i suppose, other corporations while i'm at it). thus, all the club monaco pictures.
seriously, indirectly and directly, these retail corporations are trying--and doing very well--to mould their consumers and customers into their product image. so, you too would sell and advertise for them.
freely. willingly. ignorantly.
of course, this is just common sense. but is it so much common sense if people that realize this do nothing? and join into this "fad". wait, i can't even say "fad" if it is here to stay. we can stop this though. the "fad", that is. stop wearing the labels.
but who's going to do that?
i can't say that i have. however, i don't shop for any label in particular. i merely buy what is the cheapest possible that is of fairly decent quality. in addition, i aim to shop canadian.
thus, i propose that people should follow the "buy nothing day". self-explanatory. Please find out more at
Adbusters "Buy Nothing Day":
http://www.adbusters.org/metas/eco/bnd/
the point is--as probably everyone knows yet i would like to reiterate once more--when you shop at such retail corporations like club monaco you are not only purchasing and supporting their "image", but also
conforming into their label and image. all merely for the
"bottom line". (Please refer to True Cost Economics:
http://adbusters.org/metas/eco/truecosteconomics/
you have become one of them.
--------------------
on another note,
sadia's blogsite has been updated again. with a new look. and i might add, a rather sleek and appealing look.
kudos to you,
sadia!
| lily* || 0 || 12:06 a.m. |
Friday, August 13, 2004
club monaco
a few days ago, i went to eaton centre shopping for a new fall jacket. i didn't necessarily need one, but i merely wanted one.
as i walked passed by club monaco, the sight shocked me. and i still can't quite put it into words. [i tried yesterday nite trying to describe it to my sister.] the mannequins were all organized in such a systematic manner that i couldn't help but notice it resembled a lot like an female army of mannequins. they had no identity. each one of them were the same. there was no individuality. sure, each one had a different outfit, but if these mannequins could talk, they would be the same.
i suggest you to walk by eaton centre before somebody tells them how horrible the sight is.
i managed to find a picture--resembling the one i found at eaton centre--though:
creepy.
| lily* || 0 || 3:47 p.m. |
Thursday, August 12, 2004
"ignorance"
i am ignorant. i realize i am being quite vague here, but i suppose it makes sense considering my "ignorance." it's often quoted that "ignorance is bliss". well, i keep on hearing it from one of my friends, anyways. yet, i'm not blissful.
oblivious, yes. blissful, no.
more often than not, i think i enjoy being oblivious. it sets me apart from the "truth", or whatever that may depress/pain me. i suppose one could conclude this is avoidance. inability to confront. i guess so. however, to paraphrase nietzsche, a little ignorance creates a little happiness.
yet, something biting remains. how much happiness could there be when one realizes the ignorance of one's life? then, is the ignorance still there? and if one denies it, would it be alright to feign happiness? or would it be called "happiness"?
another question: what if one were to admit to being ignorant and yet continue to do avoid being "aware"? would one be still considered "ignorant"?
or would it be "napping"?
| lily* || 0 || 12:13 p.m. |
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
materialistic destiny
home at last.
thank god. well, i could have been home earlier since my priorities were completed by three or four. feeling depressed [due to some unfortunate forecasts], i decided that i would walk around. exercise my eyes a little. my eyes had not any window shopping exercises for a long period of time. however, after a few hours of the "workout"--as i shall call it--i decided there was nothing for me. god had not made any arrangements for me.
and here i was, thinking i would be destined to meet the fabulous shoes of my life.
nope. nada. zip. nothing. zero.
on the other hand, if i were to think on it, perhaps god did plan this. god had decided to delay my destiny until i was prepared. of course, by prepared, i mean having some extra cash.
as for now, i suppose i'll let fate to guide me to some hot beautiful guy.
| lily* || 0 || 8:28 p.m. |
fuck....
i should get dressed. i should eat. my hair is still wavy although flattened. i don't know if i like it quite yet.
it's almost one and i'm not even ready to go out. in fact, i don't feel like going out today. well, maybe not. i just don't feel like going out right now. maybe later on tonite, but not now for sure. i feel like shit.
and i get the feeling i'm going to be in one of those moods where i have to force myself to talk. fuck, i hate it when i'm in those moods. i just babble. and i don't give two shits about what i say.
or maybe i should pull the silent move. let the other person babble. then i just secretly laugh at the other in my head. until they ask me what's wrong or whatnot. nothing's wrong. i just don't feel like talking.
i want to sleep.
| lily* || 0 || 12:56 p.m. |
summerworks theatre festival
excusing family, long-time close friends, and perhaps a few others--which, again have known me since my childhood silent years--most people don't know that i'm interested into this shit. well, i shouldn't call it shit. especially if i enjoy it. i like art. i like the theatre. i like reading [a lot]. i like history.
i suppose one never strays too far from what we love. you see, when i was younger, i used to draw a lot. in fact, i had art lessons every week. i suppose you could say i had a talent for art. but for some odd reason, my family disapproved. well, i shouldn't say for some odd reason. basically, they feared that i would become a penniless van gogh whom nobody would care or know about.
as i said, that was then. i suppose still is. especially since i want to be a penniless historian. i suppose one could place history somewhat in relation to the arts. if my grammama were still mentally active, she would probably lecture and scream at me. she would probably be also heartbroken. her granddaughter as a bum with an useless brain. there's a nagging feeling behind the back of my head--and it's not a migraine this time--which i think may possibly be guilt. maybe.
my mother thinks i'm wasting my life away. i'm not bright enough for her. arguably, i say it's merely because i tend to think things through and slowly. i like to contemplate on things for a good period of time before i do anything. one could say i'm calculative. and again, arguably, that should be good--especially since i'm taking after her traits in a sense.
my father. well, i don't he cares too much. as long as i'm happy. but i suppose he worries that i'll be a bum, too. back in china, they had lived and grew up through some horrendous times. however, i'm not so sure for that on my mother's side. i suppose that's why they worry so much for my well-being.
especially since i'm the only fruit who doesn't mind being penniless.
anywho, after much blabbing about myself [this is MY blog, so i should get some selfish time], i present to you. the summerworks theatre festival. go to it. it's pretty good. there are only five days left. check it out @
summerworks theatre festival:
http://www.summerworks.ca
i don't care if you're penniless, just go. i am.
| lily* || 0 || 12:31 p.m. |
Monday, August 09, 2004
just here.
yesterday, i freaked out. well, i wouldn't call it freaked out. freaking out is different for me. freaking out for me is like a mix of a cat fight with a bunch of off-key canaries who are singing and maybe a couple blind monkeys. well, rather, yesterday, i guess you could say i was a bit frazzled.
fortunately, i am safe. temporarily. i suppose i will continue my "low profile". and honestly, i think i rather enjoy it. i don't like the loud lily. i like the quiet lily. quiet lily keeps me honest to myself. moreover, it's less of a hassle. i don't say anything stupid (well, as much).
also, i think it brings an advantage for myself. those who do not know me can assume that i am a fool for all that i care. people talk too much. and when people talk, it gives away a certain characteristics about yourself. weaknesses. strengths. also, the body language is easier to read when someone talks. quiet people are much harder to read. thus, nothing is lost--unless some fool decides to assume certain things.
unfortunately, i keep a blog. that gives away a lot more than i should write. it kills my "low profile". defies the point of attempting to have one. oh well. i don't mind. i don't think i care.
not that i care much anymore.
or perhaps this is the calm after the rush. the rush of adrenline that you feel after telling everyone to fuck off. when you fall from the sky. after pretending you were god. and then some jackass had to push you. off the cliff. pretty. calming. it's a long fall. i don't think i make sense. it doesn't matter. i hope that jackass rots. along with all the other fucktards.
i wonder if i'm having a migraine again.
| lily* || 0 || 11:27 p.m. |
w. c. fields
W. C. Fields
Posted by Hello
Credits to AllPosters.com
check out quote (just click on my quiet day image). self-explanatory.
| lily* || 0 || 2:52 p.m. |
bush blog
after much hassle, i have finally logged in. it's not that i forgot my password--although i do occassionally--but for some odd reason, i couldn't seem to log into my blog. i assume it was the
blogger's fault. and all i wanted to do was quickly post this message: george bush has a blog.
please click on the picture below:
"CIA asks Bush to discontinue blog"
Posted by Hello
or go to this link:
"CIA asks Bush to discontinue blog" http://www.onion.com/news/index.php?issue=4031
| lily* || 0 || 1:39 p.m. |
Sunday, August 08, 2004
piano stripper
fuck everything i just said. please click on picture.
this you won't regret.
Posted by Hello
or go to this link:
"piano stripper" http://www.eastwest.nu/pianoman.html
most definately amusing.
| lily* || 0 || 11:18 p.m. |
shut up
fuck i can't stop blogging right now. what can i say? i'm a hypocrite--in a sense. i just said that i don't say much and now, here i am just blabbing my life away. fuck. probably because here i feel like i'm just talking to a wall. only it's a fucking screen. and i don't have to talk.
i think i'll start over with a new blog entry.
| lily* || 0 || 11:13 p.m. |
big blog
leila and mom are bitching right beside me right now. i would say something, but i don't feel like it. i'm not much a talker. although some others would argue differently. so i won't say anymore. for now.
| lily* || 0 || 11:05 p.m. |
penniless writer [Moulin Rouge]
i like to read. i guess you can say that i read a lot. maybe that's why i wear glasses. and usually people that read a lot are fairly decent writers. for some odd reason, i can't write. well, i know i don't write
poorly. i just don't write great. or maybe i'm just too ambitious. but i'm not. and i know i'm not. but i need to find a suitable style for myself. i need to find a voice. yet, i cannot find that freaking damn voice. where the hell are you!??!?!
shit, how can i be a penniless writer if i can't even write well enough?
| lily* || 0 || 10:58 p.m. |
Saturday, August 07, 2004
MEDICARE PROTECTION PLEDGE
Posted by Hello
self-
explanatory.
healthcare is nor should it be made into a private profit-
making corporation.
healthcare should be on a simple basis of "need not greed" without the "
i want more money fee", "
who gives a fuck about you fee", "
i just want your money fee", "
please have cash ready fee", "
or we take visa,
mastercard,
amex,
or cheque fee".
and did i mention the "
come back again sick,
so we screw over you some more fee"? (
i think i went a little overboard,
but you get the point...ironically,
i'
m sick,
so i can be excused)
spread the word and sign the pledge today @
Medicare Protection Pledge: http://www.petitiononline.com/pledge4/petition.html
| lily* || 0 || 5:59 p.m. |
Friday, August 06, 2004
head still hurts
head hurts. fuck. and i had to get to work anyways. fuck. and a bunch of e-mail to read. fuck.
i hate being sick. fuck.
| lily* || 0 || 12:43 a.m. |
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
my head hurts
my head hurts. after sleeping for the whole bloody fucking day. i refuse to go to sleep. but i must because i have a fucking migraine. what is this? some kind of fucking sign that an invisible someone is tapping on head every fucking two to three seconds. by saying tapping, i'm being really generous. it's more like someone's got a sledgehammer and trying to jam it into my head--only that for some odd reason, my head's still in tact.
crap, just break apart.
and give me peace.
| lily* || 0 || 11:45 p.m. |
confusion
perhaps i am just too fried to my brain. (did that even make sense?...oh heck, who cares?) but what contest? i had a contest with sadia? or maybe she's just trying to fool me into doing something. hmmmm... but for some odd reason, it appears to me that whenever sadia mentions an event. i seem to forget. and my memory is usually not so poor. even when i am blubbering sick. (did that make sense again?) or twitchy, as i am right now. twitchy dead.
anywho, as i was saying, i seem to forget the things that sadia mentions. i usually a detailed person. or maybe it's not me. it's just that when sadia mentions something, it's just so vague that i have no clue. but now, that sounds like i'm just pushing blame. and sadly, i think i know i am. (i say i think because my mind is quite blurry right now.) i may be clueless and oblivious to...well, basically most things in life, but i can usually get a hint.
so why can't i now?
to quickly sum it--and that i think of it, why didn't i just get to this point earlier?--i would like to ask sadia, what contest are you refering to? but yes, i will continue the contest, whatever it may be. i'm usually agreeable...i think.
quite confused. naturally and by "contest".
| lily* || 0 || 10:57 p.m. |
ill
not much to write. taken ill. stomach flu, i think. again. poor immune system. stayed home and slept all day.
excusing all the bathroom breaks, of course.
| lily* || 0 || 10:26 p.m. |
my dad the romantic
my dad likes to romantize his memories, more often than not. perhaps it sweetens his life, but as for me, it's quite annoying. forgive me if i sound a tad bit selfish. a person should have their right to believe whatever he or she wills him-or-herself to believe. such as "my many siblings and i never argued or fought", "we were poor, but we were always knew to share", "my brothers and sisters and myself always helped each other...without having to beg each other to do so!...nowadays, i have to beg you people [meaning the prostitute leila, drug-dealer henry, or bitter lily] just to do anything...even get up!", etc., etc., etc. somehow his "memories" with his siblings ties in with the current situation in question. especially how dad "begs" us to do something:
[leila and lily are in the computer area near the living room, dad is in the kitchen beside the area with wall blocking]
dad: leila, let's go.
leila: what?
dad: i'm going to teach you how to drive now. otherwise, i don't have the time.
leila: go where?
lily: he's teaching you how to drive
leila: i don't want to go today
lily: just go
dad: i have to beg you to go do something for you
leila: how's that begging? where was the begging?
lily: i dunno. just go.
leila: fine. just lemme get changed. [leila gets up and goes to room to change, lily still on computer]
dad: ARE YOU GOING?
leila: yes, just wait.
dad: WHY AREN'T YOU READY?
lily: she's getting changed
leila: just WAIT!
dad: DO YOU WANT THIS OR NOT? WHY DO I HAVE TO BEG EVERYTIME?
[disclaimer: this conversation was in chinese on my dad's part, english in everything else, merely approximations]
furthermore, rather oddly, his "memories" contradict with the current situation. like the run-ins with our uncle and his wife and his gay kid and his bratty children. mom's complaints about aunt's house. how dad very nearly well damns his eldest brother (for reasons that i
can sympathize on)
but the point is, that we are not dad's siblings. moreover, it's a different time period. and he should really get some patience. dad's never been very patient in his life. i'm surprised that he was able to quit smoking. but then again, it could be argued that dad found something else. even
"blank"'s so and so says dad's "twitchy". and twitchy was those exact words. as for the blank part, well, i promised i would keep his/her/it's annoymity.
yawn. it's not like anything can be done. or perhaps i'm merely a some sort of crazy "family pacifist". the sort that never argues back or says anything no matter what's going on as long as there is no yelling or raising of voices. keep calm. hell, take some drugs for i care. just don't yell. maybe it's because i'm sensitive to loud or sudden noises. i dunno. yawn. even i think i sound boring.
nite.
| lily* || 0 || 12:21 a.m. |
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
my foot
i say my foot, as opposed to my feet, is because--well--my right foot seems particularly lazy these days. all it does is just lay there...and then eventually falls asleep. perhaps it is bored. i'm not too sure. but these frequent naps has to come to a halt. it's not very convenient when you want to get up and go to the kitchen for food and your right foot is asleep. it's like trying lug a bag of potatoes down the street. not very fun in particular. so shame on my foot.
on the other hand, my other foot--the left foot, that is--seems quite active. it's been swinging around and knocking over things on the coffee table, especially when i'm on the couch. perhaps it's trying to tell me to get up and go out.
i should take a hint.
| lily* || 0 || 12:12 p.m. |
Monday, August 02, 2004
speaking of urinetown...
i guess i am still not out. out of words that is. now, here's a thought that was passed onto me from my good brother, henry.
when squeezing through a crowded theatre/cinema/movie aisle, do you face the screen (butt flash) or the projection port (crotch flash)? why? what if someone were to hit/pinch/slap/bite your butt/crotch? what then, i ask? what then?
i'll shut up now.
| lily* || 0 || 10:38 p.m. |
urinetown was good
feeling wordy today. just a note.
urinetown was good. for ten bucks! and plus we got a free toilet cleaner! i loved that! ....yes, yes, of course, the musical. the musical was good as well. particularly brilliant (although probably typical, but i continute to believe brilliant) was their memory lanes. oh, the eerie green lighting and the spray of...hairspray? that was defininately brillant.
....
but enough already. my wordiness has run out. i don't feel like writing anymore. too bad for you.
| lily* || 0 || 10:08 p.m. |
decisions
after much work and hassle, sadia and i have come to the few important decisions in life. the decision that asfia is an fairly easy-going person and is probably not mad at us. however, the fact is. the nagging in the back of our minds is like a nail being tacked into our brains....i suppose it's bound to be noticeable. thus, we sent her an e-mail. an e-mail of e-mails. for diplomats and friends, too, of our kind. i say our kind, because we do not speak to any other. and i say any other, because any other would be equivalent to what i remember sadia labelling as a "fucktard". (credits to
sadia.)
of course, i had said decisions. the other decision would be to go or to not go see
the village. or instead
harold and kumar go to white castle. after much discussion and debate, it has been decided that
the village would preside over tomorrow's events. it shall be located at scarborough town centre as opposed to the other finalists, which were the beaches and the paramount. we thank the finalists and the champion medalist of "tomorrow's events" for their participation and help. and we would also like to thank our sponsors, asfia for one of our decisions and
blogger for including this.
on a final note, we welcome any further contributions to "tomorrow's events". thank you.
| lily* || 0 || 9:44 p.m. |
don't feel like posting
i haven't had the urge to post anything these past couple of days. i still don't. but i feel obliged. so this is it.
the end. (for real?)
| lily* || 0 || 9:16 p.m. |
