Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Starbuck's 10th

We've first got the heads up about Starbuck's 2009 planner from 3-Seconder, which had us heading straight down to get ours. That accomplished we saw that they had a tumbler up for grabs at RM10 too.

Call us a sucker for Starbucks, but at nice Starbucks tumbler at RM10? We've bought their tumblers on occasions as birthday presents, and never had one for ourself. 'Course, considering that we did get some sorta thermos tumbler from them to use throughout our IMU days and we'd also got the Bodum cafetiere from them...

Only while the leather planner promo is for the entire December, the tumbler promo only goes on the 17th December. Because today, the 17th, is their 10th anniversary.

Ok so today it's really a shameless plug for Starbucks, and it's not as if we're getting any extra freebies asides from the free coffee that they're giving out today. But free coffee we did get, and since the coffee was free and we wanted the tumbler, we'd brought down our City Mug too to get a Hazelnut Black (which sadly can not compare to a Hazelnut Latte but given that we somehow gotten lactose intolerant since we came back from Glasgow...).

So now we got the tumbler, snagged ourselves yet another grande/venti-sized plastic cup, took their 4-cup tray (you know, the one that looks like an egg tray), hassled the cashier who forgot to give us our discount for bringing our own mug (who also might have neglected to charge us extra for the Hazelnut shot)...it's a good thing we had our colleague follow us, 'cos we couldn't have made it back to the office on our own.

Now more fodder to decorate the office with!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Stanford Storytelling

We've no time to really blog for now because rehearsals are on every day this week as LORD OF THE RINGS SYMPHONY PERFORMS THIS FRIDAY!!!!! Goodness it's almost time! We've still got to make sure our score has all the required notes like reminders to stand/sit at which bars, breathing points etc. So, for now we shall cut-paste material. What kind of material? Let's give you a sample.

Janvier: his hands running through hair and exposed skin on back
smooth fingers causing electric jolts and he finds g-spot after g-spot
simple, light touches
tongues on his nipples now
his breathes are short
the undie strap is adjusted slightly
to allow...


Yes. We shall cut-paste chats from our GTalk of when we were chatting with Stanford and somehow it reaches a point where we hijack the conversation into some daytime erotica. Now since Stanford swings for the other team, we had to skew our conversations to keep him interested. Now the chat is rather PG-rated in some ways, we don't just use the words you find in Mills And Boons or the likes.

Janvier: why bitchfight when can threesome
esp threesome at our table
then prolly the girls will have better luck getting his shirt off

Stanford: i don't wanna watch str8 porn
Janvier: edit out the girls lah
Stanford: ink on the white cloth
Janvier: just a drop hor?
hmm if we write the screenplay
let's see
threesome
they get his shirt off
heck cares the state of clothings on the girls
prolly one of the girl's straps are already undone
now his jeans are unbuttoned

Stanford: oh oh... there's this type of porn, whereby all the females are clothed and the guy is naked
Janvier: showing off that white undies he was wearing
Stanford: shit!
white wet undies

Janvier: it's slightly moist
Stanford: precum?
Janvier: near the strap
Stanford: outline of a hard rod?
Janvier: a finger travels from sternum to belly button...
don't think there's a treasure trail on that boy

Stanford: damn
strip him!

Janvier: now, a knee slowly treading the crotch
a tongue running down the side of his cheek
to just below the ear
down the side of the neck

Stanford: do u have to be explicit here.....
gosh

Janvier: another blows into the other ear
akakakakakkaa
our mental filters are still workign fine you know
your keyboard sticky lliao kah

Stanford: wet tongue on the neck
nolah.... it's just that i'm glad i'm not wearing jeans

Janvier: :s
why?

Stanford: i need space now
:P

Janvier: wakakakaka
ish

Stanford: ish? u write so explicit!
Janvier: so? pakai filter sikit lah! :D
you want us to continue?

Stanford: cannot! it's natural response!
i wanna have lunch already!
need some cooling down time

Janvier: so you see, threesome even got girls, you dah naik
Stanford: u r talking what's happening on the hot guy
Janvier: hmmm
after blowing into his ear
a nose breathes down the back of the neck
he arches slightly

Stanford: lalalalalallalalala
Janvier: his hands running through hair and exposed skin on back
smooth fingers causing electric jolts and he finds g-spot after g-spot
simple, light touches
tongues on his nipples now
his breathes are short
the undie strap is adjusted slightly
to allow...
ok tahap maksima dah
consider this 3-star material
cannot write too explicit about ppl's friends

Stanford: wakakakaka

Y'know, this cut-paste business isn't as easy as it looks as we have to search through hundreds of chat history just for the couple of stories!

Janvier: surely you've eaten choc off your bf's bod already
or was it the other way around?

Stanford: eyer
Janvier: apa eyer
Stanford: we eat from box one la
Janvier: chocolate sauce
Stanford: where got so unhygenic!
Janvier: warm from heating up
poured over your chest
a bit at a time, so that it doesn't harden
something warm enveloping you
well, your longkang between your pecs then
lol
then a moist tongue rolling upwards
up your neck
up your chin
chocolate facesuck


So happens today we were chatting with him again and so another story sorta pop up after we'd hijacked whatever he wanted to tell us (hijacked in a good way, of course).

Stanford: ~~~~~breathless laughters~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Janvier: so what happened?
Stanford: coz i never bothered about him at uni
then he appeared like twice in few months time

Janvier: appeared? in your dreams?
Stanford: yeah
kinda sexual

Janvier: c'mon...you can share the erotic details
you know, like how the two of you embarked on a journey of discovery...
his belt undone...the pants clasp open and his zip halfway down...
he was breathing hard and fast, after all, it's his first time 'blossoming'...

Stanford: that's your dream!
Janvier: you...you were already hard but going slow...
you didn't want to scare him...knowing how your first time it can be scary...
you trailed your finger down his chest

Stanford: 1st time is not scary la
it's fun!

Janvier: between his pecs...feeling his heaving chest
his shirt was unbuttoned and he was warm to touch

Stanford: u can be an erotic novel writer
hehehe

Janvier: down his flat, 6-pack visible but not overdefined for his lean tone...
Stanford: u know i got good imagination right?
Janvier: after your index finger slips past his belly button, you can feel the start of his bush trailing down
when you reached his boxers...he suddenly clasps both hands around both your arms just above the elbows
you can see he's panting heavily now...
so you lean over and whisper, "it's okay, let me take care of you...just close your eyes..."

Stanford: yummy
u should become a soft porn writer
or draw yaoi manga
:P

Janvier: your index finger hooks the zip and pulls it downwards slowly...
the tip of your index finger can feel his shaft
slowly hardening as you trail down the length

Stanford: ooooooooo
Janvier: the strength of which he holds your arms weaken slightly, his stance leans forwards and he rests his forehead on your shoulder...
when your hand heads back up to hook his boxers, you feel a slight wetness there
he is leaning heavily on you...
soon he's pinned you against the wall...you haven't pulled down his boxers yet...
but you're rubbing the wet area of the boxer gently...
he starts pushing his hips in a slow, rocking motion against you...

Stanford: then? :P
oh my :P~~~

Janvier: your other hand starts pulling up your own tee shirt...
but with his head still resting heavily on your shoulder, you can't take it off...
so you take one of his hands, slowly peel it off your arm and bring it towards your body...
bring his arm down to your waistline...and you guide it up underneath your t-shirt
he's exploring on his own now...
you can here him making slight "uh...uhhh..." noises

Stanford: heavenly
Janvier: you hand leaving his, you wet your fingers in your mouth...
the other hand stops rubbing his grinding wet boxers...
and pulls the boxer garters so his head can peek out
and you start rubbing your wet fingers all over his head where the foreskin is pulled back
he let's out a low cry
and gushes while he starts pushing his groin on yours
out of nowhere, he grabs your t-shirt collar with both hands and tears your tshirt apart!

Stanford: wah! ganas!
Janvier: then he bites your shoulders as he gushes out sticky fluids all over your fingers
he's pumping you hard and his muscles are twitching
you can feel your pants getting wet
from all his juice

Stanford: pumping as in?
Janvier: oh no he's not in
Stanford: ooo... frottage! nice
Janvier: pumping against your hand that you've gripped gently
made slippery with the fluids that's now a slippery lubricant

Stanford: aha... i know that feeling...
:P

Janvier: so
so so so
tell us your version now
habis kita hijack your weird dream dah XD

Stanford: hey! finsih the story!

Oh well seems that there weren't much of those kinda chats with Stanford. With the Chief now, that's different and not appearing here, heh.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Let It Snow

Christmas is around the corner, and of late we've been having thoughts of rearranging our stuff in the office because we've all of us been having iKea on the brain (click panorama and it enlarges!).

In the midst of it all we thought we'd spruce up the workspace with a bit of snow.

Now we're thinking of doing more in terms of candy canes, little stockings and holly. So long as we can find the stuff free, of course (well maybe except for the candy canes). Was thinking of our own personal wee Christmas tree, by getting a Starbucks plastic Venti-sized cup, getting some pine twigs (still leafy green), and maybe a wee bit of ornamentation. Something like what minishorts had three years back.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Legion Let Loose

Was leaving the office at near 9pm last night when we cracked.

Our gym subscription this year feels like a fucked-up waste what to do there were necessary rehearsals to attend especially when production is nearing and need to rehearse for Lord Of The Rings then of course Janvier will want to have Chief time so don't see how that factors in because he should already have set aside what days to paktor and what other days to go gym okay well maybe I don't manage my time that well happy now but right now I still want to go gym to just warm up a bit there's no need to join a cardio class not to mention that by the time i get there it's gonna be past 9.30pm what cardio class is there left your pasal you ownself wanted to leave late, can? Our finance is a fucked-up joke so tell me something new who asked him to keep spending like water we've been controlling our expenditures okay what you mean by not giving in and buying an iPhone or a new console you hardly touch your Wii already that's because they keep playing the DS speaking of spending I want to go by iKea to get some things you're always going iKea well that's 'cos I'm not satisfied with my shopping yeah and he's got to wait for his iKea Friends card to arrive first oh puhleaze not as if they'll be earning lots of points so how you want to go gym or go iKea can we not do both look at the bloody time! It'll be 9.30pm when you reach home and leave what time is there left?! Hmmm iKea closes at 10pm but the gym should close later right? Then? Eat late again? Today's supposed to be a laid back day! Oh don't forget we need to go to Mage Cafe to drop off the Descent set for 'Nic don't think you'll have time today by the time you finish going iKea and gym Mage Cafe should be closed it's a Tuesday hello dammit wanted to really get home early today there's so many things piling up now get on with it you know the Chief won't know how to layan this right more likely am gonna be snappish actually would have been nice if could do dinner with Chief tonight too like this? You're in no situation you'll likely vent off and cause damage which by the way we find that we're a fucked-up jerk as a boyfriend you know you're that lousy eh hey I try ok? Yeah. 'Try'. Hey can we finish up on a few things here? Christmas wrapping paper, office redecoration, car compartmentalization, a new chair for the house later! When the iKea Friends card arrive! How about books? Saw Nation although it's hardback there's no time to head to Borders! iKea Friends card is gonna take ages to arrive you know well we don't need it that urgently and wait for the paperback please hardbacks just for Tiffany Aching series only oh and you need to find that package where the hell is it anyway didn't he put it in that bag?

And went through the night. Till we tired out. And today we're tired and snappish and fractuous and fractious and keeping things to a minimum. Maybe we should have pocketed some Zyprexa when we had the chance, although it would have long expired by now.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Weekend Chillin'

Being all in one body means that regardless of how many activities we would like to be part of, we have to choose which one to attend (and we shall bitch bitterly on this later). And we do try to make time for all our activities, and at the end of the day we need a bit of cave time for ourself before we call it a night. Thus most days we end up bedding down late.

So come the weekends we take a bit of time-out to recharge our batteries. And given that it's been a lovely long weekend (that always go by so quickly!) how do we chill?

Take Sunday.

1. Sleep till 6pm.
Well we can't say that sleep was uninterrupted. It was considered good, deep sleep as we didn't hear a couple of messages beeping on our phone but we did get a call at 1pm asking us out to lunch. Once we hung up we were back in slumberland. Then the Chief called for dinner before rehearsal, and we were rather thankful for that, as we may well just have slept till it was time for rehearsal and miss out on both lunch and dinner.

2. Pan mee dinner.
The thing about missing out on meals earlier in the day (irregardless of the fact that we've been sleeping and thus, not exerting energy) is that, once we're hungry, we tend to see most food on a menu as appetizing and thus we may overorder. Even with the Chief around, this isn't necessarily good as the Chief would like to see us eat more.

Not that we're trying to watch our waistline or anything but we would like our body to maintain proper proportions and avoid looking pregnant.

But sharing between us a Pork Creations Pan Mee, Sarawak Mee In Black Soy & Chilli Sauce, Fried Fu Chok & Curry Dip, Fried Dumplings, ABC and chrysanthemum tea? Can lah.

3. Foot reflexology.
After rehearsal (day three of screaming Movement 6, go listen to 'The Fields Of Pelennor' on the Return Of The King soundtrack to know which one we're talking about) the Chief and us headed down to lad to see if the guys had anything going on for the night.



Poor lad had to work the entire long weekend but that didn't stop him from making time at night to hang out, so it was a rather spontaneous decision that ended up with the four of us (lad, 'Vin, Chief and us) at our nearby massage parlour for some foot-lovin' reflexology.

Initial positions was with lad hugging the pillow instead of using it as a backrest as intended, 'Vin reading a magazine, us reading blogs and the Chief on the DS playing Metal Slug 7 (which surprisingly we find no multiplayer option). After a while, though, everyone ended up eyes closed, slumped into seat, and enjoying the feet grind.

4. Music, popcorn and cards.
Ended the night by heading to 7-Eleven to get some booze before heading back to lad to wait for Esteban to show up. And to while the time, lad popped out some microwaveable popcorn and cards for chor dai di. No money involved, but sadly no alcohol involved too (hmm, single shot for losing, double shot if holding 10 - 12 cards, triple shot for full hand...but then again we'd no hard liquour).

We agree with lad that the butter flavoured microwaveable popcorn tastes good. But it tasted so much better when we actually heated up a bit of lad's salted butter to dip the popcorn in!

When Esteban finally arrived he entertained us with songs from Guitar Hero...if you would consider that everytime he made a mistake, he would restart the song (over and over again) 'entertainment'. But then he needs to practise playing Guitar Hero on Hard, and we'd already four people for chor dai di.

Come to think of it, we should have done this on Monday night in preparation for Tuesday.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Toilet Troubles

Now, one particular thing that we hold near and dear to us when it comes to the workplace is the cleanliness of the available toilets. This has been something of a sticking point at times when nature calls and we have to, as how Ivan puts it, "Bomb Hiroshima and/or Nagasaki." Much is at stake!

See, we're not keen on squatting, although in dire times we do squat (somehow we're taken back to a memory of our primary school days and we did do a squat once and goodbye wallet. Memories of what happened after the wallet fell in was blotted out, there was no way we would have rescued it from the depths of a black hole. Thankfully, at that age there wasn't much in the wallet save the spare change from buying lunch at the canteen, and probably those cartoony personalized name cards that used to go around.

Of course, nowadays, with our IC, our credit cards, our driver's licence, money, various membership cards will mean we'll take good care our wallet does not suffer such a fate. No, we didn't list down the wallet itself as being good incentive to rescue because, unlike others, we stick to using wallets we've gotten over the years as presents first (so long as those wallets have a coin compartment - very important!).

So. During our housemanship none, none, NONE of the toilets were in acceptable conditions (it's a hospital, the public is bound to use it in all ways). You have either the smell or seats with footprints to deal with. Why are there footprints on a toilet seat??? Must you deploy from such a height?!?!?! We kept to staple hospital diet and regular bowel movements so we had no emergencies where we needed to 'go' in the hospital.

Then came Guardian. Thankfully we were working in 1 Utama, and the new wing had nice clean toilets and, failing that, we could always rush back home during our break. 'Course, we were in more than just 1 Utama over our time in Guardian and we were lucky that the Tun Perak branch had their own staff toilet.

Now...now that we work in Amcorp Mall, we must say that there is much that is lacking in terms of satisfactory toilets. The male toilets for the business towers of Amcorp on each floor that has three cubicles - two seats and one squat - and two urinals. There's the obligatory hose.

There's no toilet roll dispenser. You've to get all the toilet paper you need from the large dispenser outside by the sink before you head in. Please gauge your requirements correctly and do not go in ill-prepared. And the quality of toilet paper provided is...unfortunately, not satisfactory too. It falls apart too easily and sticks to wet surfaces, we don't want to imagine it falling apart while we are wiping.

Don't understand what we mean by falling apart? Take one of them KFC serviettes and use it to wipe your hands dry after washing. This is worse.

The state of the cubicles vary. On floors where there are less male employees, it's cleaner. Otherwise...we can probably understand the need for the cleaners to use the mop to clean the toilet seat every time they go in to clean. What we don't understand is how some people don't know how to flush once their done.

Then there's the taps - either the water pressure is miserable or, at a push, it gushes out and sprays everywhere. Wet pants time.

So we've been exploring the gent's of almost every floor on our tower, to see which one is most satisfactory. We don't use the one on our floor for a reason. See, when we flush we make sure that we open the cubicle door first (yes, we're a cubicle person). Then we flush and make our hasty exit. This turns out to be a good thing because...because....be...becuh...

Probably that's why the door had some water droplets and the floor is wet.

Instead, we now take the fire escape stairs and use the toilets one floor above for the small stuff. And either head to Fitness First Axis, the Midvalley Hotels, the Chief's place, or go home when it's otherwise.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Weekend Warehouses, Choir Camwhoring & Farming Fanatics

Interestingly ever since we've introduced Chief to shoppingnsales for updates, it seems as if there's been some warehouse sale to check out every week or so! So just last weekend it was DKSH's Warehouse Stock Clearance, and the Chief saw a few things of interest from the list of things on sale, one of them being a...Morgan DVD player that can record stuff (or so it says) going for RM100. No, we don't see anything that says it's Blu-Ray compatible or has HD output.

Seeing that the Chief needed to work on Saturday morning, we volunteered to go over in the morning, take a look at the stuff and probably try to hold onto a DVD player till the Chief arrives around noon. Well it'll mean that we would need a wake up call, but once we've a wake up call we'd be heading over to check out the warehouse sale too. Judging from the list of things out for clearance, we don't think we would be buying much for ourself. Not till we start becoming a homemaker.

Come Saturday morning and we get our wake up call, and made good time to DKSH. Found the stuff, picked up a Rubbermaid tupperware for Aidan and a icepack for drinks while browsing around, then decided to just buy the DVD player because we can't reserve it. You know how it is lah: don't buy, then later everyone else buys and no more stock. Buy, then next thing you know Chief says don't want.

We decided to make things easy with a third option: Buy, if Chief doesn't want (or by the time Chief comes to buy it there's no more stock), bundle as Christmas present.

So we got the stuff from DKSH, headed back to TTDI for breakfast, headed to pick the Chief up to go back to the DKSH warehouse sale so the Chief could check out what else was there, then after that it was to iKea to walk a bit, then we sent the Chief back to the workplace and we were off home. Needed to get ready for a gig the YKLS had at the JW Marriott.

The YKLS had a gig to perform for (if we're not wrong) the French Chamber of Commerce's annual dinner, and so some 26 of us were there to perform pieces from our Breakin' It Down performance. So there we were at Marriott by 5.30pm, only to rehearse at 7ish for our performance at 10.30pm. What did we do to while away the time?

See, while Yin2 was having her hair done, she wanted before and after pictures. So she got us to go grab her camera and start snapping away. Point-and-click digicam in hand and a roomful of camwhores, we got rather out of control...

Started off with taking a photo of Yin2 while having her hair done...

Then the camwhoring began after we started taking solo shots of everyone. When it came to Adrienz, it went on to photos by the door and corner photos...then everyone started getting into the picture, us included (hey we want our bit of fun too!).

Then we went on to product placement. With us photographing using Yin2's camera, and joeRY giving artistic direction to Adrienz the model holding Datin's Gucci bag.

Then there was more dynamic takes.

Sectional group shots. Here be tenors.

Then when we were thirsty, it was out to get some drinks (once all the French guests were in the dining hall). Even then there's photos.

Well at the end of the night we had a surprise celebration for our Music Director, S4 as it was her birthday that day. Was a bit of a job trying to convince her that the organizers wanted us waiting backstage first - members had to sing songs from past productions or something to keep her entertained. When a few of us got the champagne and cupcakes ready we heard someone give a starting key, and then we'd walked in with the cupcakes and everyone burst out into the birthday song - English, Malay, Mandarin and Cantonese, but no French because no one knew the lyrics.

Come Sunday the Chief had other appointments so we decided to do lunch at Mages and meet up with members of the Agricola Association. Ever since we had our orientation meeting courtesy of psike and Ryan the Sunday before, we knew we would need to attend a few more meetings to understand the Agricola culture. Ryan told us that we were likely to lose focus halfway through Agricola, which may be quite true (unless we have time to memorize all the phases, Minor Improvements, Major Improvements, Occupations whatnot).

Our initial thoughts after our first time? It's Farming Caylus.

With three people the flow is different. Then later on Uncle Tan, Wong and his friend KeeSeong (we think) joined psike and us for one more round. And oh goodness farming was so much more difficult. Different options to take and resources were so scarce! Still needed to make food to feed the family, expand the hut for more rooms, rear sheep and other livestock, sow grain and vegetables, sprog more family members...

We'll be back for more next time we suppose!

Sunday ended with a dinner meeting at Treats Cafe before heading to 'Vin's for DVD Nite. Beer and Wanted. Farfetched but fun.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Oh See The...Album Artwork

When Cover Flow was first introduced on iTunes, we were already on our way to collect album art for our collection of music. 'Course we knew that it's not something we would be able to complete that quickly, since we don't really have the time to sit down and hunt for album art all night (admittedly when we do sit down to search for album art we'll be at it till past 3am).

We're rather happy that, in our case, a rough glance on Cover Flow on our iPod Touch shows that album art there is nearly complete save a number of songs.

The thing about album art, and how Apple made it more prominent...it makes ya notice things you lack. So of course we'll notice missing album art whenever we're playing our music, or when we have iTunes on and the list shows a song with no album details etc. Never did we need to bother about these details in the past!

Thankfully, we don't need lyrics for all our songs.

Now, when we do get to sit down and check Amazon UK for album art, it's not always that easy too. The easiest is when we rip off a CD we own, all the details are there (most of the time). If we rip off some lesser-heard of CD like the Death Note soundtrack, or say Tracy's and Ian's He Says/She Says album, we can scan in the artwork (or try and search for it online). Then there's the mainstream music too, those are easy to get album art. We like using the album art where the song first appeared in most of the time.

Trouble begins slightly when we look for album art for the genre oldies/evergreen. Some are so old that they don't have album art. Some are one hit wonders that disappeared. Some will be so popular that we're spoilt for choice deciding which album art to use. We have 'Best of...', 'The Definite Collection of...', '...Gold', 'The Essential Collection of...' and lots more. If we have a few songs, then we've to check to see if the album we're referring to has all the songs rather than use two or three different albums.

Tough ones are the classicals. Since there be some we've gotten from elsewhere, the details of those songs aren't always complete. Which orchestra performed this variation of Canon in D? Who sang that version of Nessun Dorma? And even if we do have the details, it doesn't mean that we know which album it came from.

And then we come to the few Chinese songs we have (we think there's five, excluding our Teresa Tengs). There's one song by Richie Ren (or is it Jen?) and three by Sammi Cheng that we have no idea what the title is. As far as we know it the mp3 file is called 'SAMMI CHENG - Some Catchy Song'. Yes well the Chief could probably tell us the song names and all but we'll solve that when we get to it next time.

We thinks we ought to follow Amiable Aix's suggestion of making our own album art for songs we don't have details for!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

CLEAN ME

We have to admit that it's been quite a long while since we've given Aidan a bath. We're talking months here. The last time he had anything close to a shower (and not by rainfall) was the two times we had to park him under the trees in Taman Tun when we went for choir rehearsal. Seriously, that stretch of parking along Burhanuddin Helmi is not one place you'd want to park at in the evening, as the birds continuously squawk their warning cries that no car will be left untouched.

So well even with that knowledge on hand we were forced to park there one time and thus, after choir we rushed back home (thank goodness the handles were still clean!) and had Aidan hosed down. The Chief assisted by driving Aidan around so we could effectively hose both sides of the car and clear off the still-wet droppings.

Still, that was only a hosing, not a proper bath that Aidan deserves. And Aidan knows this, and he makes it known to us.

Not that he can talk like Kit from Knight Rider or act up like Bumblebee, but rather we get the vibes. Dusty doors and hood become rather obvious. We keep getting mental notes to get the car washed. Any longer and Aidan will up the vibe to the point where some stranger will write CLEAN ME on his rear window or something like that.

Usually, we've always some excuse to miss out on getting him clean. We're home late la, or busy with practises la, or why is there is no car wash around the Curve/Cineleisure/Ikano la, forgot la...

We guess Aidan decided enough was enough and made sure we did something about getting him clean - throughout the day Aidan left dusty streak marks on our grey Dockers. While the dust streaks didn't read CLEAN ME NOW we definitely got the message.

So when we got home past 11pm from work, after a quick break we got Aidan his much-needed bath. Imagine: start by hosing him thoroughly, then we started applying the wash & wax solution, the moment we immerse the brush back in the pail the water turned pitch-black. In the end we washed him twice.

Now, he's clean and shiny once more!

Except...

Based on our past experiece when giving Aidan a bath, we can expect it to rain later on in the wee hours of the morning...

Monday, November 24, 2008

Video Games Of Our Lives: Populous

LIFE:\blog:

Just recently Populous DS was released for the, duh, Nintendo DS, and being the nostalgic feller that we are, we tried out the game to see how the portable version fared.

BLOG:\cd POPULOUS
BLOG:\POPULOUS>pop.exe


First time we ever played Populous we were only really interested in one aspect of the game. No, not winning the stage. Rather, we wanted to use all our godly powers available and watch our enemies' followers perish.

See, Populous is a game that belongs in the 'god game' genre. Be a god, nourish your followers to gain mana to smite others, sending your followers to raze enemy lands and finally bring about Armageddon. Gameplay is rather simple - you mainly go about landscaping, creating flat terrain for your followers to settle and populate. The more they populate the more mana you'll generate from their faith.

Back then we were satisfied to just play about long enough to gain enough mana, look for the most populated piece of enemy land and cast whatever natural disaster we had at our disposal, whether it be an earthquake or swamps or even a volcano. Never really had the patience long enough to win a game.

The game pretty much ran on 2 diskettes. And we remember discovering that POpulous Disk 2 actually had different themes, so rather than watching blue/red-robed men walking about some monotonous landscape, you could have lego characters walking about some lego landscape!

BLOG:\POPULOUS>cd..
BLOG:\cd POP2
BLOG:\POP2>pop2.exe




Then came the sequel - Populous II. Vast improvment from the first, this time the story being that you're one of Zeus' offspring, and you're fighting for a place as one of the gods on Mount Olympus. This time there were more spells, leaders could become Heroes, and of course, the graphics improved immensely.

There was a Greek theme to the game, men and women ambled along, fights were shown as a large cloud that resulted in either the Good follower uppercutting the Bad follower to the heavens, or with the Bad feller bopping the Good into the depths of the earth. No more Lego followers, tho'.

What we enjoyed about Populous 2 was the numerous spells there were. Now there were thunderstorms to fry people.

And rain of fire.

And volcanoes. And tidal waves. And plague. And summoning Helen Of Troy to drown enemies. And earthquakes. And Achilles to burn everyone. And once we have the upper hand, bring about Armageddon.

Hooo joy.

BLOG:\POP2>life:
LIFE:\life.exe

Friday, November 21, 2008

Lazyman's Wrapping 107

When all we have at hand was just a paperbag, some craft kit and no wrapping paper, we've to make do with what's at hand.

Requires:
Paperbag (we used our Starbucks paperbag)
Ribbon

Simply put the present in, fold down the bag, punch hole and tie ribbon.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

A Wedding Dinner In Paris

On Saturday we managed to make it for the Tosh's and Tropicanan's wedding dinner. Even that was pretty much touch-go because initially when the Tosh called to invite us, we'd told him that we may be having rehearsals (based on a projection of our rehearsal schedule then) and could only attend for a while.

And here's us telling him that we could make it again after all.

In case you're wondering how we have to put rehearsals before our friend's weddings, it's because we'd to sign a contract in order to perform for the Lord Of The Rings Symphony. Must attend 90% rehearsals, must perform in all shows, et cetera. So given that there were other occasions where we would have been missing rehearsals already, there was only so many rehearsals we could miss.

Then so happened that on Saturday the rehearsal was still on, but from 10am - 4pm. So we could attend after all!

There was a bit of a hiccup when we arrived (late, of course). Seeing that we told the Tosh that we would only show up a while, we were taken off the guest list. Of course, by the time we arrived, the couple was going through their second dress change and everyone, ushers included, were already inside. So we thought to just go in and say hi to everyone and hope to catch the couple before leaving.

Turns out that there was a place for us to sit after all, because someone else was missing. So that landed us on the table 'Paris'. Every table was named after a country or city we thinks, with the couple's table being Glasgow.

Coursemate group pic, with the Tosh's brother inadvertently drawn in as well.

Should be a sort of warning that there's gonna be a trip down Memory Lane of our uni years then. Then again the two did get together then, during the final year thesis.

Didn't recognize Lil' Nicky (our ex-roommate) because he was in a suit. The poor bugger - throughout the whole time he emceed, no one realized that his mike wasn't tuned clearly. It was only when the Tosh took his mike to give his speech that the sound technicians finally fixed it.

As usual, once dressed up sometimes it may be difficult to identify some people, especially the girls. The emcees, for one. Ms Check-In we didn't recognize at first - 'cause we only had a glimpse of her as she snatched Lil' Nicky up on stage for some speech some time just after our arrival. That, plus her clear Mandarin accent made us thought she was a family friend initially. Only once she sat back down and we had a closer scrutiny did we recognize her.

As for Tropicanan, she looked very different. No glasses and we still think she somehow opened her eyes bigger. The Tosh still looked like he's never aged a day.

One thing we found a tad...disrespectful about the entire thing was that, regardless of whether the groom is giving a speech or something else going on, cries of YAAAAAAAAAAMSEEEEENG!!! could be heard continually at the back of the hall. And this, we gather, would probably be the friends of the couple's parents who'd come for the drinks. And this before the couple even gone around to drink with each table.

And well speaking of yamsengs - our alcohol tolerance has been on the decline, that after a few drinks we were tipsy and when we received a thank you text from the Tosh for making it for the wedding dinner, we'd replied (and we totally forgot about this text until we checked our Sent Messages folder, it's still there) "Congrats ya [Tosh] :) Morphine". No. We don't understand either.

And congratulations once more to the Tosh and Tropicanan. Here's to more memories down the road.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Singing Can Be Tiring

So for the past two days it was getting back into the swing of rehearsals, this time more towards brushing up for the Lord Of The Rings Symphony (which we were informed is now sold out! On all three days!) that's coming up in December. Only, instead of our usual place at the YCA, the lot of us were to rehearse 'at the MPO' as we were told.

Did that mean we were gonna be rehearsing with the orchestra? Or on stage? We'd no idea but what we did know was that we'd have rehearsals from 10am till 4pm, Saturday and Sunday.

While that sounds fine at first, it does mean that we've to be there early. There goes the opportunity for sleeping in the weekend (or staying up late as well!). But at least it finishes at 4pm, and being around KLCC meant we could always go walking about before anything else. And the weekend did see quite a fair bit of things happening.

On Saturday after rehearsals we somehow managed to make our way about to find Amiable Aix's place to have a threesome. That and to get some of his songs (hurrah more of Einaudi's music for us!). Then there was dinner, before we headed off for our ex-coursemates' wedding. Met up with uni coursemates, had a bit of alcohol only - we gather that our tolerance has dropped a lot, because after a few glasses we were already more than tipsy.

Then again it's been a tiring day. After the wedding dinner, it was off to lad's place for some Guitar Hero and catching up, but in our state we didn't last long. Next thing we knew, lad was waking us up from the sofa, wondering if we were gonna sleep over or go home. Good thing he did, if he'd let us sleep in we were in no way going to be able to wake up in time for rehearsal the following day.

So Sunday came in too soon, and after a wake-up call and our alarm going off, we were off to have breakfast with the Chief before heading for rehearsal (lesson learned after Saturday's heading for rehearsal without breakfast!). Headed to Kinokuniya after our lunch break, saw Gaiman's Graveyard Book paperback at 20% but ended up we'd walked away empty-handed because we thought of getting both Graveyard Book and Pratchett's Nation at the same time if possible. And after rehearsal we ended up mooching about in Marks & Sparks before walking away with this bit of what the Chief calls 'Indulgence'.

Honey Roasted Wiltshire Ham Flavoured Crisps. Oh goodness it was so good - crisps were thick enough not to fragilely crumble upon holding, each one of them bursting with flavour. Made us think of Walker's Sensations and Tesco Temptations. It certainly help pass the time while we made our way to Pavilion for the Epicentre's Mac + iPod Discovery Week at the concourse area.

Now if only we were rich enough to off-handedly just buy a Mac. And get whatever freebies that comes with it. But no, we weren't rich, and there weren't any discounts for Macs or iPods. But we still went away with a couple of these.

Breakaway earphone jack protectors. Because we tend to have our earphones yanked from the iPod's jack sometimes. Spent a fair bit of time there but couldn't find anything else that we would get on impulse. So we left for Madam Kwan's for dinner before heading back. It's been a long time since we ever eaten there and we'd forgotten that their sambal has quite a kick. Even our curry laksa wasn't an easy affair to finish. Thankfully, their cendol comes generously in a large bowl - we'd no qualms about pouring the entire small jug of gula melaka in - and eased the spiciness.

By the time we got home we were asleep the moment we were in bed. Gods it's been a tiring weekend!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Back-To-Back(breaking) Classes

Last week we'd promised Strawberry Swee that we'd attend her Pump class on the following Monday.

And last week, after months of having to forgo Monday's Jam with Riyo due to rehearsals, we returned to Jam only to find out that it's her second last class as she's not going to teach BodyJam any more. Imagine, the main thing we look forwards to every Monday, gone forever. Welcome home, Monday Blues.

So just last Monday we had to attend Riyo's final BodyJam class ever, and then Pump after that. We'd asked otousan to come along for Pump, only for him to ask us to join Combat before that. Now Fitness First Curve's Monday timetable goes as follows: Jam > Combat > Pump.

When we arrived, we were already late for Jam. Got in at track 4, danced the class away, then joined Combat with Peggy till track 5 before heading out a while to check on phone calls. Got back in after Muay Thai, stayed till the end, then prepped for Pump. So, well, technically we'd only did about one and a half classes in total so far.

It's been many many months since we last been in a Pump class. Thankfully we still remember which weights we'd use and what each track is about, and still thickskinned enough to ignore otousan's chiding look when we just lunked on the wee 1.0 weights for biceps/triceps. The killer tracks this time turned out to be lunges and shoulders. We think the squats track song was the same one as when we first experienced hell on squats (only, after that first time, we knew what to expect), "Bottom half! 8 times!"

With that much adrenaline rush on Monday, we didnt' feel the tiredness that came with having a long weekend.

It was only on Tuesday that hell hit in.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

We Live On Avenue Q

Now when it comes to musicals there are a couple of ways to approach it.

Go with knowledge of the songs, storyline and/or other details. So that you'd be able to sing along and pay attention to other details like the acting, stage setup, stuff you don't get from just listening to the soundtrack alone. Like appreciating the 'rotating platform' in Les Miserables. Or the differences between the cartoon version and the musical version of Beauty And The Beast.

Did we mention singing along? You'll also be able to tell when parts are sung differently from what you've been listening to on the soundtrack.

Then there is the 'surprise us' method - watching a musical with no idea as to how the songs and/or synopsis go, or having only a rough idea of it. Sort of like going for a YKLS performance. Such an approach always brings back 3-Seconder's comment when she, NJAPF and friends went to watch Les Miserables - she couldn't follow the story (and lyrics) and so just enjoyed the scenes and singing (then again, Les Mis was never easy to follow especially if you can't make out what they are singing).

But well, imagine the surprise you'd get if you'd gone for a musical you'd no idea what it was about, only to have one of the characters sing, "Fuck! It sucks to be me!"

Yep, we went for Avenue Q over the weekend.

Took the early 6am Aeroline bus down to Sporeland, walked about Vivo City until noon, then we checked into Grand Park Plaza Hotel. A quick walk around Bugis, lunch at Ma Maison (French take on Japanese food), then it was back to the hotel to sleep a while before the performance.

Reaching Esplanade we were surprised to see some folks dressed in familiar clothes - and it turns out that New Urban Male were in charge of t-shirt sales. Um, it's still a NUM shirt and not the original tees tho'. So we settled for the CD (SGD25) and the programme (a donation of any amount).



How was it? Spectacular. There's bits that'll remind you of Sesame Street indeed, asides from the characters. The telly on the side of the stage will show clips, like suddenly counting from 1 till 20, and while everyone wonders and follows, it reaches 20 and states, "20 minute intermission!" Or how the word Schadenfreude appears on the telly, along with a pronunciation guide.

Bits to remember:
Carla Guevara-Laforteza's pouty lips and hip-swinging as Lucy The Slut.
Intermission count ("1! 2! 3! 4! 5!...")
The shocking intensity in which Felix Rivera uses Princeton to plow Kate Monster.
5 nightstands.
The vertical bed and five disco balls in 'Fantasies Come True'.
Lucy The Slut and Carla being knocked unconscious, and her ECG meter boob readings.
'The Money Song' being cut short.

Pic taken from Our Awesome Planet
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Truth be told, we were expecting an angmoh cast, heh. When we heard that it was a Filipino cast we were a tad apprehensive, but the cast did a spectactular job. Expressions were spot-on, the muppeteers did a great job acting different roles, and there was never a dull moment. Oh yes and the muppets and muppeteers were cute.

After the performance we'd dinner before heading to Equinox. Spent a while there taking photos, had some slightly-drunk angmoh lady hug the beads deco where the lifts were and saying how nice they felt and encouraging us to do the same, then we head back.

Next morning Chief brought us to Redhill for breakfast, where we had this wonderful porridge with raw fish in sesame oil, sliced ginger and lime. Utterly delish. Then it was back for a swim before packing up to check out.

Shopped a bit along Orchard before meeting sis and her housemate for dinner, where we had the Sporeland version of bahkutteh - in white pepper soup. Different, and well, it ain't herbal bahkutteh and will never replace it. Then it was the long journey.

We've always complained about Sporeland being hot. Without fail, within a couple of minutes of stepping out into the open air we would be sweating already, and the Chief knows this. That we had to lug our knapsacks from City Hall to Tanjung Pagar...well, all we could think of was reaching our destination and to stop sweating. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

The Chief took our silence and concentration to be being bloody pissed for having to go the distance. The poor dear.

By the time we got on board the overnight train back to KL we were dead tired, but not before a quick bout of camwhoring. See? We are angelic.

How was the overnight train? Our first time, and the bunk was actually quite comfy and relatively clean (read: to tired to nitpick). Our only warning sign was to use the toilets before boarding, and thankfully we managed to use the Woodlands Immigration checkpoint toilets...the toilet on our coach looked like something out of a horror movie - you know, the kind that you find in old, abandoned derelict houses with no sense of hygiene...

Even with a kid on the bunk above us hacking phelgm like he was choking on it, sniffling and crying at the same time, we soon fell asleep and wouldn't have woke up at KL Sentral if the Chief didn't wake us up. Then it was back home for a bath then onwards to work!

And to think that after a long weekend we'd take Monday off to recuperate? No...we'll tell more later.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Organized Chaos

Now just recently we'd gone and upload photos on Facebook. And one of these photo albums include scans of all the ambigrams we'd ever did.

Until sis messaged us asking, "where's mine? why you no showcase?"

When we gave sis her Christmas present last year, we'd not only made three pages to start her off, but we also did manage to do her a neat ambigram too! Only, due to rushing to get the present ready, we never did scan that particular ambigram into our pc.

And like how we stored our earlier sketched ambigrams, they all went into the book we were currently reading at that time. It was only sometime later on that we started storing certain sketches and ambigrams in a particular place (within a pack of graph papers). So when sis messaged us, our first thought was that her ambigram was filed somewhere in there.

Until we looked in, and failed to find it. Then we realized oshit it's somewhere in one of these books we don't know which. So the hunt began with the books that were stacked on our table first. If it wasn't there then it's probably in one of the books in the bookshelf. If it's not there, goodness knows where it is.

Our only clue was that, this was done by Christmas last year, it should be in one of the books we bought before 2008. Still not an easy task, since we'd no effing idea which book it can be in, and we'll have to sift through numerous bookmarks to find it too.

The process was a sort of walk down memory lane.

In our hardback Thud!, we thought we'd read it quite recently yet the bookmarks in there show that it's not been touch in quite a long while.
The Wit & Wisdom Of Discworld, that followed us to Sporeland last Christmas, when we had our first alcoholic eggnog and risked going through customs with three bottles of Baileys.
Cash rebate vouchers for Equatorial Cameron Highlands, expired since September 2007. We found ourself thinking that it was unused because we haven't anyone to go with (plus there were those terrible terms and conditions as to when the vouchers were valid etc).
Train Man, the book we brought along when we first met up with Sam, Adrien, Bunny and the rest of the bloggers.
Guns, Germs And Steel, that we bought from the Borders Book Sale held in Curve's concourse, together with Alex and Jin before heading for chocolate fondue.

Goodness knows how many other ambigrams and sketches we found in the books. It was in Guns, Germs And Steel where we found sis' ambigrams. Which was interesting. We bought the book last year because Rob recommended it back then, and when we found it in the Border's Sale we snapped it up. Just that, it being a more...factual nonfiction book, we never got started on it (we're still stuck on God Delusion!). So imagine our wonder when we found the ambigrams there. The general feeling was, "We never read you. We'd yet to pick you up, bring you about to read. What's this doing in here?"

Well, finally scanned it in, Photoshopped it, and posted it up.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Shoes Everlasting

The thing about this year's YKLS performance was that there was more showmanship compared to the one we watched last year. Michael's choreography had us moving lots especially for In The Mood and Mack The Knife. But choreography wasn't the only thing - there was the attire to take into account.

Now while we understand the importance of attire (and uniformity of everybody's attire), it was a bit of a sticking point where we needed to buy new pants and shoes. Would have thought that we would be able to find something that would match whatever criteria in our wardrobe, but when we were told white pants and light-coloured shoes...

We've only one pair of white pants, a linen pair from Giordano that we wear for casual use (and thankfully it was suitable enough) but knowing that it might not be able to withstand five sweaty performances we knew we had to get a spare pair of white pants. And as for our shoes, well, we were told that our Reebok cross-trainers were too dark (due to plenty of black areas).

OK, so our shoe collection is rather limited. One pair Crocs, two pairs of leathers, our Reebok cross-trainers, these be all we own and wear. Yes yes our gym shoes also be our casual shoes. Thankfully for all that we sweat we don't suffer sweaty feet and so our shoes never give us any problems. The main reason we've never bought any more shoes?

The shoe cupboards were all full. Serious. Oh well there weren't any nice cheap shoes that caught our eye as a 'must get' too.

Still. For the sake of the production, we'd to get new togs. And for getting new togs to match the production attire, comes the question: do we get something cheap that will do just for the production, or do we pay more for something that we would wear even after the production? You know how it is.

So we began searching at The Curve. Manage to get ourselves a pair of white pants from Orlando after walking around Curve, Cineleisure and Ikano about three times. The pants were comfortable and suitable for work or casual wear. The cheap, single-use alternative? A pair of white jeans we saw in FOS, which looked suitable until we tried them on. Low rise, skinny jeans are not us.

Shoes, however, weren't so easy. Seeing that we needed light-coloured shoes, we decided to go canvas. And asides from Bata and Crocs, all we ever found within those three malls were sports shoes. We were seriously contemplating the Bata school shoes at one point. But then we were suggested to try Sungei Wang for shoes, as some other members were also getting their shoes there.

We were a tad apprehensive. Sungei Wang is okay so long as we hide in the arcades or stay for a short while just to search for video games. But over four hours, having to hunt for shoes? Luckily we think all the lalas and ahbengs either have left to haunt Times Square, or maybe we were too concentrated on finding that perfect pair of canvas shoes, but we didn't have too much of an overdose of lalabengness. Mild rash maybe, no anaphylaxis.

And we found our shoes. Yay us.

Oh well there was that bit of undecisiveness between this pair and another slightly cheaper Converse ones (which didn't have the size for the colour we found suitable), and the Chief had to tolerate our running back and forth between the two different stores while we decide. And the Chief already knows us well enough that, from the first time we set our eyes on the Everlasts those will be the shoes we were getting. The rest of the day spent walking to different shoe shops was just filler.

Amazing that the Chief, accurate on the prediction, could still be so patient as to follow us as we browsed shop after shop for hours. Then again, we're talking about someone who made 56 missed calls in order to wake us up (shy and still dare bring up this topic). Don't think that would ever happen again tho', that amount of missed calls.

So anyways, now we'll have to make sure that new pants and shoes see a fair bit of use now that the production is done!

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Ambiguous Ambigrams 15

Right, it's been some time now since we've done much on our ambigrams, and like we've said, we needed inspiration before we can come up with an idea of how to draw the ambigrams. The interesting thing this time is that all three are scribbled with a graph paper as the background (to help with gridlines), and we only did half of the ambigram, and we tried using Photoshop to overlay the other half.

Onwards to the story behind each ambigrams featured this time.

This one was requested, and suggested that as repayment for making the ambigram she'd draw us something. So we left that in our KIV list. Then we figured out how the S-N works, and scribbled it out.

Then we lost that piece of scribble, although we remember how it was suppose to go (thankfully!). We still think a little bit of refining is required, and probably will get to it one day. Oh, and we won't collect any form of repayment back yet. Not till we have something to request.

This one, we thinks was requested because she saw some of our other ambigram sketches during a meeting. Because out of the blue, she asks us to make an ambigram for her so she can make a tattoo of it. So this is considered MkI, because we still would like to make some adjustments (and see if we can make some musical motif with the thing too).

Finally, this one was really sort of spur-of-the-moment. Starts out with us thinking what could be done with the name, then suddenly we've our pen out and we're scribbling all over the KLM sick bag, much to the amusement of Netherland Noah beside us.

The only problem we face with this font is the ink pen we use - the edges aren't smooth enough unless we draw it bigger, which we're too lazy to. But maybe one day we will work on it again. This one also happens to be the only ambigram here not requested by anyone!

Gotta love Photoshop for making it much more easier to make symmetrical ambigrams and cutting half our work!

Monday, November 03, 2008

And That Is Jazz

And over the weekend, we did five shows.

Previous choir performances that we took part in during our uni days were the traditional kind, where we walked in, lined up, sing, walk off. Oh, there was that plainsong canty bit we did where there was singing during our procession in and out of the churches where we performed too. This time, it's singing, moving, dancing and even a wee skit.

From Thursday night's performance we learned a few things.

There's showers in the dressing rooms.
Which is a very good thing. Our sweat glands have taken a turn for the worse, especially now that the weather has been getting warmer with no rain. That the moment we step out of our front door and make our way to the car our back's slick with sweat is not a good sign, whatmore prior to performance where we would have more rehearsals. Stepping out on stage only to look all sweaty from the start is a big no-no.

We don't scan the crowds.
Or rather, we can't. On the first night we had our contacts on and we still couldn't make out faces in the crowd. Plus after the first night our eyes were so dry we'd to do without the following nights. That would help when it comes to performing because we won't be distracted and made to laugh. Only one bit nearly broke us down was on our last performance, where just as we were beginning 'Yesterday', we heard a girl gave a moan of ecstasy. Almost cracked, we did.

It's bloody sweaty work.
For us. After each show, photo-taking is terrible as we seem to be the only one with a sweat-stained shirt showing in the photos. And we've to send our clothes to the laundry every single day. We rather envy those who could easily reuse their clothes for the following performance.

Mealtimes are haywire.
Because you'll have call time in at 5pm, rehearsals till 7ish, then you've gotta be ready by 8pm for performance, there's only a short span of time for us to mooch down our food. Otherwise dinner begins at 11pm onwards. The poor dim sum store that had to drag some 6 tables together to accomodate the lot of us never looked more harried.

Then there was our Saturday performances, where after the matinee show and director's notes, a lot of us rushed like mad starving people to stampede the nearby bahkutteh store for dinner. The car wasn't even parked when the rest of us actually flew out of the car and ordered while the driver parked. Midway through the meal the bill was called for, and once we were all done, the stampede left the store to head back to KLPac.

Once on stage, it's all good.
Just gotta get out there and then everything falls into place. Have fun, sing out, move about and try to please the crowd. And each show can only get better.

And it seems that we'll be staying on, to see how next year goes!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

We're Breakin' It Down

Yesterday night we had a full dress run-through, and the director had our performance recorded so we could see just what we were doing and all. Must say that asides from showing us bits that need correcting, it was rather motivating for us to be able to see our choreography as well as the lighting etc!

Today's the big day!

Time to get the clothes all ready on hangars, break out the new pants and shoes we'd to buy for this production (and taking on the tack that, since we've to buy new clothes, we might as well get good clothes that we'll wear regularly rather than just for a one-shot use only), and release them butterflies from our stomach.

Checklist!

Clothes and shoes
Hangars
Tickets for those we'd bought for
Shower kit to bath after show
Contact lens
iXus
Minor medication for just-in-case measures

OK. Off we go!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

One Day More

Right. After ten month spent in rehearsals, we've finally come to the bit where rehearsals are done at the venue, and KLPac is a very nice place indeed, we would have our own place look something like that if only the cost of such a renovation wouldn't bankrupt us.

There's been scores to memorize (thank goodness for Noteworthy, we've been able to make midis out of the scores to listen too), there'd been choreography to work on where our work shirt was drenched after the first try (and subsequently we never showed up straight after work any more), there'd been extra rehearsals, there'd been extra extra rehearsals (this, coupled with the Lord Of The Rings Symphony rehearsals, meant that we'd rehearsals 4 - 5 times a week), there'd been weeks of staying for rehearsals till near midnight.

We've also noticed a drop in our other social activities because of this. While this year we'd expect a shift of social time allocation, what we didn't factor in was that 'extra rehearsals' would become 'extra extra rehearsals'. So from 'YKLS on Monday nights' and 'LotRS on Saturday nights' soon became 'YKLS Sunday/Monday/Tuesday nights' and LotRS Friday/Saturday nights'. And we'd to sign a contract for singing for the LotR Symphony, which meant we'd to make sure to attend rehearsals.

So lets recap, we've missed quite a fair bit of DotA sessions, there's been only one or two boardgaming sessions this year, we'd missed (and still will be missing) out a fair few birthday parties. We're hoping too that the performance makes it all worth while (admittedly, we still enjoy our time in the choir).

So tomorrow begins the Young KL Singer's Breakin' It Down performance, and it still haven't sorta hit us yet that tomorrow's the big day. We guess some people would have already been going, "Ohmygawdohmygawd it's almost the day it's almost the day I haven't memorized my script I still haven't gotten the pitch correct I still move like I got two left feet!" but it's still yet to hit us that it's TOMORROW.

Maybe when the super trouper lights find us. Then will die on stage.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Amsterdam Adventures

Now on our way back from Barcelona we had to transit at Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam (we took the KLM). On our flight there we barely had time to spare on our 1 hour transit as we were finding our way from one end to another, not to mention we'd to get past a immigration counter.

This turns out to be something we'll have to remember everytime we stop at Schiphol.

See, on our way back our flight plan was as follows:
1730 - Arrival at Schiphol.
2100 - Departure from Schiphol.

This means we had roughly 3 hours of spare time in Amsterdam. Yep, we purposely chose for this flight, as we had one purpose for such a long transit: try space cakes.

Not that it's our first time trying out cannabis - the last time we were in Amsterdam we smoked some Smelly Skunk. Just headed into the smoking cafe as recommended by otousan, was greeted, brought to a dark billboard lighted up by UV, and asked what we would like. Got ourselves a packet, and then proceeded to ask the barman how do we go about smoking it.

Barman gets a regular who's smoking to show us how. Regular opens up a normal cigarrette, mixes the Skunk in with the tobacco, rolls it up again with paper provided for this purpose and there we go!

Our first joint was rather good. We'd that buzz akin to getting high from smoking or drinking, nothing extreme. After that, we were pretty much on our own to roll our own joints and all. Thankfully the Regular was nice enough to leave us a couple of cigarettes to mix as well.

Project roll own joint - FAIL. We didn't get any of that buzz after that. And since we were leaving Amsterdam to head to Paris the following day, the rest of our Skunk went to waste (no, we didn't dare bring it out of Netherlands!).

Lessons learned: how to roll own joint (needs practise), don't buy loose Skunk but buy ready-made joints.

This time tho', we almost didn't end up going into Amsterdam. During our flight over, we asked our fellow passanger sitting next to us (who put us in mind of a cross between Steve Jobs and Noah Bennet aka The Man With The Horn-Rimmed Glasses) how long it would take to get to Amsterdam Centraal from Schiphol. Turns out that it took no more than 20 minutes. Still, once in Schiphol we started calculating how long it'll take to travel back and forth etc, we got rather discouraged and thought to just take things easy and stay put happily in Starbucks.

In the midst of taking photos within the airport (and risk looking rather suaku), we happen to bump into a member of Team William - Bio Boy. Turns out Bio Boy was also on the same flight as us, so the two of us decided to hang out together until it was time. Seems that he, too, had the idea of making a quick stop to Amsterdam to take photos.

It could be that there was courage in numbers. Or having a partner in crime. Or also the fact that we passed by a luggage locker.

Because in the spur of the moment, we dumped our luggage in a locker and headed out to buy tickets to Amsterdam Centraal. Time was on our side as we a train was ready to leave when we boarded. And three stops later, we were in Amsterdam. Space cakes, here we come.

Lessons learned: don't forget to bring along passport and boarding ticket when leaving the airport while midtransit. Hell if we know how to get back in if we didn't.

The short of what we did in Amsterdam: walk through a couple of streets, take a few photographs, Bio Boy bought postcards, we bought a space cake, took pictures at landmarks we've yet to identify (we only know that they're near Madame Tussauds), ran back to Centraal in the rain.

The train back to Schiphol was at 2030. Which meant we would be cutting it real fine in making it back in time to catch our plane. Honestly, we really do wonder what would we have done if we had missed our flight.

It was hectic when we finally arrived back at Schiphol.

Imagine Schiphol's Departure and Lounges layout to look like a 'T'. Our departure gate was located on the left side of the horizontal line of the 'T' (Lounge 3). Our bags were in the right side of said horizontal line (Lounge 1). And we entered from the bottom of the vertical line of the 'T'.

Getting past an immigration counter where our passports were checked, turning into Lounge 1, past another immigration counter, finding the luggage locker, getting our bags and dump onto a trolley, out another immigration counter, into Lounge 3.

It was only then when we were heading towards our gate while in Lounge 3 that Bio Boy actually stopped to look at the announcement boards, and saw that our flight was delayed till 2200.

And no, that delay wasn't caused by us.