Horrors!!!

OmFG!!!!

Finished up practice at MAB somewhat early (considering!!!), then had to wait 10 minutes for Suz to be interviewed by the documentary production crew. Locked up, then thought about grabbing a bite. So...hey, it's just after 10pm, and I want something really quick, yes? So I decide to drive through Burger King's.

Ponder the menu...lalala...well, mostly just stared at the drool-worthy pictures. I already know what I want...so I drive up to the counter and place in an order for the mushroom swiss double, _no_ cheese.

The girl goes: "That will be $7.87 ma'am."

"What?!"...shock! Disbelief! "Did you say _SEVEN_ dollars?"

"Yes, ma'am" the counter girl politely tells me.

I do a double-take...TRIPLE take...at the huge menu board in front of me. But for the life of me, I just can't see the stated price because the board, while big, is mostly dominated by the pictures, with tiny fonts for the menu proper. Had to take the girl at her word, and produced the requisite change, and grabbed the receipt to double check.

Nope. A mushroom swiss double (NO cheese) goes for $7.87, plus tax. I didn't hear it wrong. What the heck? And right in front of me is a sign proclaiming that a small-sized meal is going for $7.90. _Should_ of gotten the damned set after all.

I'm seriously shocked. Seriously. BK has no call raising their prices, when their burgers aren't any bigger. It's not like the mushroom swiss is Whopper sized. No. It's REGULAR sized. And a tad (and a half) dry to boot. And without the cheese taste to mask its faults, the burger is basically: Crap. C'mon...at least make a price deduction on the price of the two slices of cheese they DIDN'T put in my burger right? But no...Crap, I tell you.

I'd complain, but I think it's silly. No, I think I'll stick to a Whopper meal the next time, or avoid BK altogether. How disappointing.

My 6th Wedding Anniversary

Woke up feeling blah, cuz you know...6 years of marriage, and no hubby to celebrate with. Dragged myself out of bed with great difficulty (personally, I think it's just cuz I'm overweight. Nothing to do with depression :p) and had Da Doll carted off to school.

Called hubby right after I got back, gave him the anniversary greeting. Got even more depressed and stopped right after the "I love you"'s and got ready for La Goddess to pick me up. Didn't know where we were headed, much less why. Arrived in the back of beyond to pull some obscure item (singular!!) out of deep storage. Hahaha!!!

First joke: The owner of the storage facility is so skint, he cut off the electricity in the storage sheds. All well and good if you have a flashlight, or plenty of sunlight. So, the joke is: we had neither! Bwahahahaha!! Well, except for my little purple Solitaire. Hehehe.

Second joke: the place is SO dusty, I was right on the verge of a massive asthma attack with no ventolin inhaler on my person. Ye gods!!!! The CLOUDS of dust!!!!

Third joke: We stood around, poking around in the dark, trying to get the guys who worked there to start moving things around and open this one crate. Boy, did that take a while before someone responded. Genius. Sheer genius :) I find it both a source of irritation as well as amusement that people can stand around looking important, and not lift a finger to get things done. Well, that was the staff at the storage facility for you. No organization skills whatsover.

That being said, I guess I was a little short with them...(should I say: bossy?) cuz at the rate we were going, we'd have ended up not leaving for a whole hour. Silly, really. Especially since I was worried about not being able to pick Da Doll up in time. AND it wasn't my place to give orders (heck...I'm not the one whose company owns the junk...sorry Beebs!!).


Well, we made it out there in record time once things started moving, and even had time for lunch. Got back with plenty of time to spare to fetch Da Doll. La Goddess sent us both home, whereupon I fell on my bed in exhaustion (no clue why) and slept til half past three.

Called hubby before collecting Da Doll to go for a house visit. Was told by the receptionist that he'd taken a halfie. A halfie? Tried calling him repeatedly over the next two hours without any luck. Perma-busy signal. *sigh*. Around 6pm, finally got a reply from him saying he was at home.

And I was like "whose home?"


"I dunno. I'm looking at Queen of Sorcery", he says.

*blink blink*

"Queen of Sorcery? [take about 2 minutes to process through the checklist of books in his room] Hey!!!! That's my room!! You're home?"

"Yah...when you coming home?" he goes.

And I'm like: "You're HOME and you didn't tell me???"

So there I was, in the middle of class, scolding the poor man who'd tried so hard to be home for our anniversary. He'd driven (ridden??) the bike all the way down the highway. Went too fast and had to push the bike partway to the nearest Shell station cuz he'd run out of fuel. Hahahaha! Hilarious!!!

Tried really hard not to cut the lesson short right there to dash home. But the minute I was out of class, I sped home. And promptly spent about one hour trying to decide between the two of us, where the best place to celebrate would be.

"Victoria's?"

"No...too boring.."

"Gimme a clue what you feel like eating?"

"umm...could go mamak. Chili's. CPK...?"

"Aiya. No. This is special. Some hotel someplace?"

*glance at the clock, which reads 8:30pm*

"Uh...lotsa places gonna close by the time we get there. Where to go ah?"

"Uh...I dunno. You tell me?"

"Uh...can't decide...You tell me?"


And on and on. You get the picture ;) Finally, hit on going to Cafe Cafe down by Dewan Pustaka. Remembered I desperately wanted to try the desserts, since I didn't get to the last time I was there.

I'd go on about my beautiful dinner. But I need to go swim. Suffice to say, it was absolutely perfect. We sat at a table next to a French couple. They were a lot sappier than we were, and didn't spare the time to laugh at our tacky surfie shirts-and-scruffy-pants combos, unlike the other well-dressed patrons. Frankly, I didn't care. We're paying customers, right? So okay, we bypassed the winelist and settled for juice. So what? I've sworn off alcohol. So we didn't have any meaningful and witty dinner-time conversation, and yet managed to enjoy ourselves. I'll bet I had more fun scarfing down my meal, than the girl two tables away with her rich boyfriend, who pecked at her food because she had to watch her figure :)

Hehehe. Yes, I'm evil.

Hubby left early this morning. Six am, to be exact. And I find it just SO romantic, that he surprised me by dashing home for just a few hours, to take me to a lovely dinner. Well, lovely because of the whole idea, really. That he'd make the effort. So sweet! *swoon* Here's hoping we make it another 60 years together. But no more dashing down the highway at 200km per hour. It's just not safe. Maybe take the plane next time? Heck, maybe next year it would be my turn to make The Grand Romantic Gesture. But for now...I've really got to get to work on my swimming. I'm so tubby, I'd need about 10 minutes to squeeze into my suit :)


~Aari

MemeRennapage

My alter-ego is an ebil biyatch *nod* :)

Harry Potter Meme of All Memes by Osaku
Name/Username
Age
Gender
House	Slytherin
Wand	Birch, 10", Dragon Heartstring
Best Course	History of Magic
Worst Course	Ancient Runes
Pet	Barred Owl
Patronus	Bear
Quidditch Job	Keeper
Wizard Candy	Ton-Tongue Toffee
Profession After School	Death Eater
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But I really am -not- ;)

Harry Potter Meme of All Memes by Osaku
Name/Username
Age
Gender
House	Gryffindor
Wand	Ebony, 10", Unicorn Hair
Best Course	Charms
Worst Course	Herbology
Pet	Spotted Owl
Patronus	Serpent
Quidditch Job	Chaser
Wizard Candy	Cockroach Cluster
Profession After School	Professional Quidditch Player
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Dahahaha! Obviously, I can't post this anywhere but here cuz. Wotta funny memegen :)

Unrelated

So...I'm sitting in my room, on my dalmatian-spotted (and furred!!!) pouffe-stool thingy, facing my white iMac G4, with a pair of Oakley Twenties (Fire-lenses, polarized...can see color one!!) protecting my ultra-sensitive, ultra-baggy eyes. Oh me, oh me!

The accumulated dust of six months is on just about everything (except my clothes, which get cycled/chucked/tossed/used everyday), and half my books. Well, the half that I pick up and read anyway.

The Darned Cat (tm) has, over the months, torn a good-sized hole in my mosquito screen, which of COURSE allows the mosquitoes to come in and have a good meal on me...Which I find rather defeats the purpose of having a bloody mosquito screen in the first place, yes?

So here I am, the freak in the floral blue-on-blue night shorts, Esprit tank (colored dung-brown), and my trusty shades...trying to type, and whap mosquitoes at the same time. It's a chore to be me, I can tell you. Fashion disaster, mosquito hater, Macintosh User (I hear that's quite a freaky feat on its own in these 'ere parts, Jacobias!!).

I'm probably not quite in touch with my feminine side. You know, the one that craves cleanliness and order. And if you think I'm implying that males are pigs, you're probably right. Of late however, I've discovered a certain fascination for that fantastic creation called the Lipstick. It comes in all sorts of colors (although I favor the ice blue and shimmery green), and tastes funny when you eat it off. But not to fear! For a lump sum, there's more where that came from. So you just re-apply that gunk, let your lips dry up, then eat it off again. Cool.

Where was I?

It's so easy to get side-tracked when you don't actually have a point to make.

Anyway, the mosquito is dead, the fan's blowing in the wrong direction (I've found that a standing fan blowing at top speed generally keeps the mozzies off me, which is why I have two running at the same time to combat the invasion that swoop through the hole in my screen), my shades are giving me a headache (I think), and I'm hungry!

Hunger = bad. Simply, in this case, because I had a lot to eat at 5pm.

I'm done babbling. It's so cathartic to not make sense when you don't want to. Really. I recommend it :)

Making Excuses?

Old age. That's the best one I can think of. Laziness would be the next best thing I can come up with.

I mean: I know I like "mindlessly bobbing" around to loud music. I know I enjoy good company, good friends and don't need alcohol to have fun. So...why didn't I join the gals tonight?

Simple. I can't...won't...enter That Place ever again. Ever. First time there? Fell asleep on one of the couches in the lounge upstairs. Second time there? Ended up NOT getting a chance to dance, had a friend spew his ever-loving guts all over the floor (and over my shoes), then had to cut the party short to take him home. Third time there, played bodyguard to the ladies. Ended up not having much fun, and sitting the night out by the outdoor fountain. Fourth time there? Ended up by the fountain again, spent half the night there and couldn't even enjoy the music. No thanks. Really.

No offense intended.

I've decided that if a place affects me so negatively, I'd be wiser not going. Instead of plunking down my $35 to get a drink I don't want, to sit in a place I can't stand, to listen to music I don't like, spun by a DJ I can't NOT want to punch the living daylights out of...

Am I bitching? No. I think the lack is in me. Everyone else has fun, but I can't seem to. I think I feel a lot more ancient these days. There's a word for people like me. Party Pooper. Killjoy. I'm really sorry, to all my friends out there. It's not your company that I don't enjoy. I guess it's the fact that I myself don't know what makes me happy anymore.

I guess I'd like to sit down one day, and just talk about the universe. And let the conversation build from there. I love a nice heated argument. On the hows, the whys...I love speculating on things. Myth, Logic, Wild Theories. Give me a nice open-ended argument. I could really sink my teeth into something like that.

Maybe it's because I feel that if I can justify a point, I can justify just about -anything- to myself. Call me silly. But I really enjoyed those conversations I had in the park at night, with friends. We'd smoke a pack each, watch the moon rise and set, bring up everything and anything, fight over it...move on, and feel invincible and self-righteous. All those years ago. Young, stupid, arrogant. But happy! I can't ever forget that I was happy!

I love quiet group times. When people get together and talk about themselves. About hopes, dreams. Listening to other people's inner desires really makes me feel so...content. It's like: I feel more energized..ready to take on the world even, when I understand a little bit more about what drives the people around me. How their hearts and heads conflict, and how they resolve, or deal with it. It's so...inspiring!

I've always loved the role of observer. You listen. And listen. And then the brain just starts running off, trying to think up solutions. Imagining scenarios. I like that. I like thinking of solutions. I like getting pissed off when people don't see what I see. I like yelling solutions out at the top of my lungs. It's so satisfying. Nevermind if the solution is not the correct one. So what? Using your brain to skip a few steps ahead can be really enervating.

I guess I'd really just like to take my life down some different bend. Just...I don't know. Retrace my steps, find out what fulfills me. Don't get me wrong. I've cherished each and every moment I've had with the friends I have. But people move on. And not everyone travels in the same direction. And not for long, either. I guess my direction's so wonky right now. I just want to go back to a time when I knew what was in my heart. And then I'd be able to move forward again.

Can't move forward now. I'm so stuck.

Isn't that a good thing to do though? I've always channeled myself towards the music. I've passed, failed, excelled in my exams. The Good, the Bad, the Ugly. *shrug* I'm not even very good at what I do, because I'm lazy. Although being lazy has its benefits. In a roundabout way, I find that it's helped my sight reading, and it's fantastic for improvising ;) Seriously though. I'm not happy with my music. I'm happy performing. But simply practicing isn't doing it for me. I have no drive, no ambition whatsoever in that direction. It's galling to think I've channeled myself in so futile a direction.

And that's why I need to head backwards. Backtrack. Take a deep breath, and face the fact that I've got no skill, no talent, no aptitude in what I'm currently doing. And then find out what I -CAN- do. I've been looking at it all wrong, haven't I? Yes, I think I have.

Anyway, this started out as an explanation to why I'm such a boring old stick. And degenerated to some lame sob story. Boo-hoo. Poor me. Pat, pat. There there. Bah. Lame. I'm going to GET UP. AND FIGURE IT OUT. In the meantime, I'm still apologizing for being a party pooper. Y'all know who I'm apologizing to. If you don't, then you're not the one I've wronged, are you :p

Night :)

For The Goddess

An offering most humble, yer Divinityship!!!

You Should Date An Australian! You're a down to earth, outdoorsy kind of girl And you need a guy who can keep up with your adventures A rugged Austrailian guy is just your style Better start learning how to surf! Which Foreign Guy Should You Date? Take This Quiz :-)

Here's a thought: Take the quiz...could help you narrow down your choices? Too bad my One And Only isn't anywhere near Aussie ;) Much less a native!!! But hey, I'm weird...go for it :)

Enlightened

Not really, no. Well, somewhat. I can't change the comments' title too much, as it's a perma-templated thingy. (Did I say that right?) But I'm holding off on Haloscan for the moment because I'd prefer to only allow registered users to comment on my blog. Sorry!!! :D

Anyway, I've left my Livejournal open, because, as The Goddess puts it, there's ~HISTORY~ in there. Of course, I could transfer the whole thing here in chunks. But my god!!! What a CHUNK!!! So, there it stays. Anyway, it's got all these important references. You know..like when it's time to start dragging out the pregnancy kit and stuff....

ONLY KIDDING!!! :)

So there. On to IMPORTANT things!!


You are a GRYFFINDOR!

As a Gryffindor and as an SFP, you are adventurous,
impulsive, and value heroic deeds. You enjoy
moving from one challenge to the next, and are
risk-taking, adaptable, and pragmatic. Since
you value freedom and spontaneity, you dislike
structure and may bend rules that you feel are
too stifling. When faced with a practical
problem, you approach it with courage,
flexibility, and resourcefulness. You are
warm, friendly, easy-going, and tactful, and
you are tolerant of other people.


Hogwarts Sorting Hat: Based on Myers-Briggs Personality Typing
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Interesting way of doing a quiz, by the way. The usual ones have some fairly random (and bizarre) questions/answers. Fun though :) Thanks to Exchequer for paving the way :)

Anyway, SO done here. Gotta figure out what other funny things I wanna add to my blog :D

What in heck was I thinking???

One moment, I was reading my email. The next, I'd made the (rash?) decision to hop on the bandwagon. and get me a blogger account! Way to go, me!!! :)

But really...my other journal is pretty dead. Soooo...here I am! Ta-dah!!! [insert blaring fanfare here, please]

Anyway, I'm messing around with this thing. Phew!! It's not for dummies, that's for sure. I'm fairly sure I'm falling into the dummy category, but I shall persevere! Wheeee! :)