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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Well, I guess the wedding was quite OK. Although I was stuffed into a shirt, tie and pants, it wasn't too bad. Heck, it wasn't bad at all. As long as I don't wear a dress it's fine.
That reminds me, my friend insulted me. She said "Why can't you be normal and wear a dress?" I had to remind her that I was way more normal than her usual bimbotic self. And believe me, she can be very bimbotic when she wants too. I also reminded her that I had ten times the brains she had. Which is reasonably true...I think.
The food sucked, but what can you do about it? However, the venue rocked. See, my cousin's a policeman. She passed up on the 7th of May [when the German army surrendered in 1945, I may add] and rented SPOM [Senior Police Officers Mess] for the wedding. I tell you, its any history buff [me included]'s heaven. It's got antique cannons, swords, muskets, blunderbusses, you name it. It's a lovely place, and if they ever got tired of it they could make a museum outta it.
My cousin's dress, my parents commented, was absolutely fitting for the place. A very colonial dress. Very Englishy. Very nice. Her groom was wearing a black striped double brested [I think] suit and looked very posh.
Anyway, me and J had a lot of fun, I guess. 'Specially at the end where we concocted "Poison". J started it by adding rose petals to his glass of water. I contributed the most. I added sugar, wine, milk, prawn, fish, tissue, hair, cookie, yam, crumbs, chili, papaya, mango, pineapple, and lots of other stuff I forgot. Oh yeah, a ribbon. And we put a pineapple slice at the top, y'know, like a cocktail. We planned to offer it to the newlyweds for a joke but my dad talked us outta it. He said it was dangerous - they might have sportingly drunk it.
On a darker note, today Gen went emo. As in seriously psycho. I think it's a split personality thing.
We were doin' our dong nan ya wen hua zhan hai bao for SEA Culture project, when gen suddenly stood up and started hitting the wall and crying. They tried to restrain her but she was sobbing in chinese that she had to beat. When she calmed down they relaxed - only for her to start again. Finally they succeeded to drag her into a corner where she sat in the typical crying-girl position - legs drawn up, head buried with hands covering and cried her heart out. She sobbed that Haine was back , that she had worked so long to seal her in but she was back and she didn't want her to come out. And here Eme made a very lovely, typical American-heroicsm fight-to-the-death kinda little speech:
Then she won't. She's in you, it's your body, you can control it. And we're all here for you.
It may be a bit short, but it's really nice, is it not?
Well, I don't know what she did after that cos I was chased out for declaring it was a psychology problem, but later I heard she stopped crying after a while and started laughing immediately. Definitely schizophrenia if you ask me.
I guess it was a bit scary. My mom's suggested to take her to a psychaitrist. Only time will tell if she's alright.
~QUOTE OF THE DAY~
[this time it's to tie in with the speech Eme made]
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
--Winston Churchill, 1940
That reminds me, my friend insulted me. She said "Why can't you be normal and wear a dress?" I had to remind her that I was way more normal than her usual bimbotic self. And believe me, she can be very bimbotic when she wants too. I also reminded her that I had ten times the brains she had. Which is reasonably true...I think.
The food sucked, but what can you do about it? However, the venue rocked. See, my cousin's a policeman. She passed up on the 7th of May [when the German army surrendered in 1945, I may add] and rented SPOM [Senior Police Officers Mess] for the wedding. I tell you, its any history buff [me included]'s heaven. It's got antique cannons, swords, muskets, blunderbusses, you name it. It's a lovely place, and if they ever got tired of it they could make a museum outta it.
My cousin's dress, my parents commented, was absolutely fitting for the place. A very colonial dress. Very Englishy. Very nice. Her groom was wearing a black striped double brested [I think] suit and looked very posh.
Anyway, me and J had a lot of fun, I guess. 'Specially at the end where we concocted "Poison". J started it by adding rose petals to his glass of water. I contributed the most. I added sugar, wine, milk, prawn, fish, tissue, hair, cookie, yam, crumbs, chili, papaya, mango, pineapple, and lots of other stuff I forgot. Oh yeah, a ribbon. And we put a pineapple slice at the top, y'know, like a cocktail. We planned to offer it to the newlyweds for a joke but my dad talked us outta it. He said it was dangerous - they might have sportingly drunk it.
On a darker note, today Gen went emo. As in seriously psycho. I think it's a split personality thing.
We were doin' our dong nan ya wen hua zhan hai bao for SEA Culture project, when gen suddenly stood up and started hitting the wall and crying. They tried to restrain her but she was sobbing in chinese that she had to beat. When she calmed down they relaxed - only for her to start again. Finally they succeeded to drag her into a corner where she sat in the typical crying-girl position - legs drawn up, head buried with hands covering and cried her heart out. She sobbed that Haine was back , that she had worked so long to seal her in but she was back and she didn't want her to come out. And here Eme made a very lovely, typical American-heroicsm fight-to-the-death kinda little speech:
Then she won't. She's in you, it's your body, you can control it. And we're all here for you.
It may be a bit short, but it's really nice, is it not?
Well, I don't know what she did after that cos I was chased out for declaring it was a psychology problem, but later I heard she stopped crying after a while and started laughing immediately. Definitely schizophrenia if you ask me.
I guess it was a bit scary. My mom's suggested to take her to a psychaitrist. Only time will tell if she's alright.
~QUOTE OF THE DAY~
[this time it's to tie in with the speech Eme made]
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
--Winston Churchill, 1940
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