Hmm, this was fun.
And I'm shallow. Check it out here hehe!
Monday, July 24
On parents and role-reversals...SWMUD style.
Timestamp: 1:40pm
DadDude <say> I need to borrow your car, what time are you going to the gym?
Aariye <say> 3'ish. 4'ish....
DadDude <say> Okay, I'll be back by 3...I've got a class to teach anyways.
<DadDude> grabs the car keys from Aariye and hustles AariMom out the door.
Tick. Tock. Do a fast-forward to 3pm.
Aariye <shout> Where the fuck's my car? Where the fuck's my lunch? Hungreeeeee!!
Fast forward to 3:30pm.
Aariye <say> *calls mom's handphone* Where're you?
AariMom <say> Passing Kerinchi. Coming home soon.
Aariye <say> *grunt* ...*hangs up*
10 seconds later, phone rings. It's mom.
AariMom <say> Dad says he forgot to buy you lunch. He'll buy some now, you want?
Aariye <say> Dowan, dowan DOWAN. Bring my car back. Nuneed. I feed myself.
AariMom <say> *splutter*
Aariye <say> *grunt* ...*hangs up*
10 minutes later, I hear the car pulling up the drive. They get into the house. Dad passes by my opened door.
Aariye <nag> Very funny ah, y'all...take my car, then don't buy me lunch, THEN probably use up all my fuel. No food, no fuel, some more late for your lesson...
DadDude <say> It was your mother's fault.
Aariye <say>: *gape*
DadDude <say> Yeah, she kept making me do stuff for her. *walks off to toilet*
End conversation.
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Laughed my fat ass off after that convo. I was just enacting this little fantasy on messenger, where I gave my parents a typical lecture on irresponsible teenaged behaviour. Yah... and then I go ahead and lecture like the naggy old woman I've become. Funny. Gotta appreciate the silly moments.
ESPECIALLY when your parent takes his licks like a chastened puppy. Lol! Was I ever that pathetic back in my school days? GOD, I HOPE NOT! Lol!!!
Ugh Squared
Can anything scare a wife more than these words, hastily sent via email?
~ "We had a blow out today after we finished running our job and they were cementing the well, the wheel started to flow so we had to abandon the rig...."
Bad enough I missed his call by a hair (alright, 20 damned minutes...) Worse still to have missed it the dumbest way. My phone's bluetooth was activated, dunno why. And get this. My bluetooth headset, which I had thought was missing, and all this while was actually in the pocket of my long-forgotten Mambo hoodie which was in close proximity of the phone AND turned on...picked up the call, so of course I NEVER HEARD THE PHONE RING!
I felt awful. Logic, naturally, kicked in. If he could email, it couldn't have been a desperate situation. But God! Did he make it back? I called his friend yesterday. Tried, anyways. The whole DAMNED day, starting at noon. They're 4 hours behind local time where he is. I finally got a hold of his friend at 9pm our time, and just checked to see if he'd gotten on-shore safely.
I didn't even ask to speak to him. After his friend told me he was back on-shore and fine, I hung up. I hope that keeps him guessing, suck-faced dork. He could so call me if he wanted to. After, all, I got through, didn't I?! :) Okay, if he reads this entry and sees me calling him a suck-faced dork, I'll be in big trouble :p Hehehe. But hey! At least he'd be alive to whup my butt!
BRING IT! *cackle*
Ta!
Thursday, July 20
Women Can Be Animals!
Okay, so I finally got a hold of hubby. Got pissy because (at the time) he didn't have a really good reason for not calling me, and he also tried to get me to cut our call short citing the fact that we were talking on his friend's mobile (I finally got him by calling his friend lah)...
Oh man, I was so pissed. And obviously, I assumed the worst. Cuz. I'm entitled. So there.
Anyway, yeah. 12 hours + later, he calls. I'm supposed to catch a concert @ KLPAC, but I was feeling listless and unhappy. I didn't feel sociable, and I just wanted to buy something. Anything. Even if it was paper soap from Watsons. *sigh*
I got me another pair of the same shoes, after extensive consultation with my fashionista pals. Got the green light about it being okay to own variations of the same damned shoes I like (PLUS they were on sale!!!)...Damn. Cheaper than the first pair I'd bought, too.
Wasn't sure my card had any credit left, but in my state of mind, was willing to blow my cash on it and go hungry the rest of the month. Luckily, that didn't happen.
I got lucky because MJ MV had my size. And while waiting for the sales clerk to bring me my shoes, I noticed that the entire shoe/bag department looked like a bomb had dropped in the middle of it, scattering stuff all over. Women were EVERYWHERE, most just single-mindedly forced their way through cashier lines...all intent on the "Goal"...or "prize..!"
Rude, grabby, messy, insane. That was the preview sale.
Anyway, hubby called when I was on my way to DP to buy the linen blend slacks I'd been eye-balling. But since he rang while I was rummaging, I didn't actually get a chance to pick anything up. Gave him a (nice) shelling, and proceeded to tell him he'd interrupted me while I was in the middle of my retail therapy.
He laughed, apologized a few times, laughed sheepishly...and then I told him he was going to PAY for my credit card bill because he'd pissed me off in the first place. He laughed some more, told me (quite truthfully) that he's paying my bills anyways (now, since I'm jobless), and I told him I'd run up my charges quite a bit this month.
Well, there was the Finale Songwriter I purchased online. Both sisters celebrated their birthdays this month (a day apart from each other), he wanted me to send some stuff over with a friend who was in town for a few days...so I purchased his wish-list with the card. My obligatory book quota was in the bill, too. My shoes!! And a nice halter dress which will do for parties and the MPO...
Yeah. So, no worries. And the insurance claims came through, yay! FULL amount, no shit! Intel Core Duo MacBookPro, HERE I COME!!! :D
Okay, back to the story. Walked out of DP without buying anything, as well as to give myself time to think about the white linen pants. Had dinner with Clare @ McD's...went back to DP's after dinner with the full intention of buying something. Picked up an office-wear type blouse as well as afore-mentioned black halter dress. Stopped by Axcess and got a pair of earrings.
And headed home. To upload silly photos. And hubby called again! Whee! So yeah, now I'm tired. And I want to sleep. But I can't. Think I'll watch a DVD or summin' ....
Wednesday, July 19
Mostly for Hagge
Buncha jumbled-up piccies.
Taken in the car...dunno how to excuse this one...
Parkview from the upper levels of the KL Convention Centre.
Very James Bond'ish spy method of picture taking. Snapped on the fly,
in mid-drive harhar. Amazing how the cam focused on the two black
water tanks at the top.
A souvenir from China...AJ brought it back and distributed during rehearsals.
Sungei Wang on the left, Parkroyal on the right.
I'm just amazed at the size of that HARMONICA!
A typical monorail station, and the equally sluggish flow of traffic below it...
KL Convention Center...and the park outside.
Snapped this right after leaving the banquet dinner opening ceremony thing.
Posting this up for a friend:
Hey y'all. Wanna catch these guys? I know some of them from my ICOM days, and they're even better now. Anyway, I'll be going. I love Starbucks + jazz, call it dumb or shallow, or pseudo-yuppie-wannabe'ism. Let me know if you wanna carpool or sum'in.
Tuesday, July 18
Fucky Tuesday
I am getting increasingly edgy, and my energy levels are fluctuating like a sumbitch....
Reason? Well, a major part of it is that while I may have taken the unorthodox route to marriage, I love my husband deeply. And when I haven't heard from him for 8 days (goin' on 9), I tend to get restless. Part of it is worry. Part of it is fear. Yet another part of it is anger, that he would cause me to feel so displaced.
Damned man. What if he is in trouble this time? Okay, I'm not going there, not yet.
Anyway, work made waking up early a necessity. I had breakie, and still feeling listless (yet fidgety, if you can believe it), I decided to take to my bed. Bed = haven. When you sleep, you put aside conflicting emotions. Rest is therapeutic, after all...also, Streamyx was having some problems, and I didn't actually have anything else I wanted to do that could take my mind off 8 days of no contact.
I came out of my morning nap into straightforward anger. I think I had some disturbing dreams, which were somehow related to the people I know who are musically inclined. I don't know why I was feeling anger. Probably some left over vibes from my rant on the recent Opening Ceremony of this convention I was sent to write up on.
No, I will not elaborate :)
Really, I was all set on not going because I was so angry. It's doubly hard to let go of anger, when there's no specific target to direct it at. Just my 2 cents. But dress I did. And pack my gym bag, I did. And talk like Yoda, I do. Not. Haha!!
I made the lunch show, was duly impressed by the high school chorale standards overseas. Attempted to attend a workshop and a paper presentation. The former, we walked out of early... me and Dr. Mimi. I can't remember why we walked out...I think it was prolly cuz it was boring. The latter, well. Lets just say the presentation was to be held by a local gent, and in typical (to this occassion that I've seen) fashion, did not turn up. At all. It's starting to be a trend, and believe me. People are NOT stupid. When you have professors, higher-education educators and doctorate students in attendance, you can bet the bank they're not in the least bit stupid. I shudder to think of the impression we may be giving to the world.
I managed to squeeze in a quick shopping trip at the expo, as well as catch a harmonica trio. It was pretty...amazing :) I have pictures, and I'm not afraid to post it! Later...! :) Anyway, Music Sales UK had a booth up, so I picked up a Barbershop Quartet songbook, and 2 other songs in looseleaf.
Anyway, I'd overbooked my night, cleared one, decided to ditch the other, and ended up at Laundry to cheer on my sis, Fancy Poultry, meet Juliet, and eyeball a real-life WordUp meet :) Saw a lot of people. Incredibubble!!!! :) Had fun, despite the fact that I was tired and wilting around the edges.
Met an old friend! We did the obligatory lets-slap-our-lives-together-in-5-minutes-and-hope-for-the-best routine :) Note to self: Send said friend's regards to other friend who recently got married on the sly.
Bwahahaha.
Okay, I'm really tired now. And I have another long day tomorrow. Heck, it's gonna be a long week, and as long as stupid darned hubby don't call, I'm gonna be a bitch on wheels til he does. Dammit all to HECK!
:p
Shites inna fricking BRICK!
I can't sleep! I'm up reading blogs. And that's just wrong. I need to get some rest so I can be at KLCC tomorrow. I have a class at 9:00pm. My alarm's set for 8am. _EIGHT_...that's sick, AND wrong. SICK'n'WRONG!!!
I think the top of my head's flying off. I heard the WHOOSH...I did!
....I'm not even coherent :(
P/S: You'll be glad to know, I think the thrill of using a gawd-darned dozen or so colors per entry is wearing off. Yeah, no more color. Isn't that the story of my life? I have the attention span of a flea.
Monday, July 17
Sunday, July 16
More photos uploaded and other shtuff
Okay, this is really late, but here are pictures of the KS crew and some cammie-hammie photos :) There were a LOT of photos, and they're not edited or anything. So yeah, no dissing the zits, fank j00 :D Oh, also. The point of clarifying: I didn't get all the photos in there.
I am going to catch the opening of ISME tomorrow. I have no idea why I agreed when Pang asked. 1) I think he must've been stoned out of his mind to even ask me to write about something like ISME KL 2006, and 2) I must've been stoned out of my mind when I said yes.
I am a lazy writer. Facts bore me. Reasons are all meaningless babble. Fantasy is my genre! BRING IT!
That being said, I've already said yes, and I don't want to repeat the experience of hearing about Pang's Penang Experience. Really. I'm fricking married and not getting any! I don't need my lack of luckiness rubbed into my face, fank j00! :)
No lah, I'm not that sore. But I am that deprived, so shush. Now.
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