Saturday, April 07, 2007



Chun Teck - "That wasn't as fun as Gaga"
Daryl - "Linus doesn't scream much"
Me - "It was so sensual, why scream. More please"
Chun Teck, Daryl - O.o' [Climbs off]
Me - [Whispers to Gaga] "A good way to avoid it is to pretend you like it."

In case you're wondering what is this oh-very-sensual thing, it's a Spartan-Call-Induced playful attack/gangrape by the two-men team of Chun Teck, Daryl and Hansen. This supposed-attack-turned-vicious-gangrape involves a tackle, followed by repeated ass-slappings and several attempts at CPR ( Crushing People's Ribs )

It is not wholly enjoyable.

CO Meeting in the morning was...well, typical. Not very organized, despite the established agenda and other stuff, due to the Comm's ability to inevitably and irreversibly digress. I envy Benjamin Lin; his Minuting can be organized because the meetings actually follow a structure. Our meetings suffer from the short-attentions-spans of various committee members.

Nevertheless, we managed to complete the agenda. Except for the CO CIP thingy. Which I don't know why Yang En made me write it down. Since he later told me that it was "pointless to discuss". So there is now an(other) ugly patch in the minuting book, made uglier by my very ugly handwriting. And I accidentally brought back the Minutes books. Both.

During the June holidays, I think I'm going to:
1) Open up OpenOffice
2) Select 10 of my most-liked fonts, including a casual and a flashy font
3) Print out the alphabet of each font, inclusive of punctuation where available ( This means 10 X 26 at least )
4) Practise writing the fonts.
5) Giggle gleefully at the sheer patheticness that is my life

Alphonsus should join me. For he is alfontsus. And his twin, alfontso.

The planning and testing of the games were quite fun. Body Parts, despite the debatable name, was quite tame, mostly because dear Ooi Khay Hoe Vincent was the facilitator ( actually no one wanted to partner him ) I ended up partnering Yang En, after my many attempts to partner Emersius was rejected. Today I discovered Yang En's ankle is very ticklish. Why that is useful, I don't know. I'm not tickling his ankle, I'm going to poke my fingers into his too-obvious rib-cage and fire away until he screams mercy.

Alphonsus' Lucky Card game was interesting. VSCOLTC would be a nice time to use it. And a lot of the other games actually

Shoe Up was fun enough. Although Yang En's overwhelming enthusiasm in ripping off my shirt as a forfeit was quite unnerving. I have not a six-pack. Maybe a six-in-one pack.

And the two games of Concentration were the best. Won the first round, and then lost the second because of my wonderful "advance thinking"

ELDDS Drama SYF rehearsal after that. Went MOS Burger for lunch with Miss Koh, Li Zhi and Choon Hian ( Who dutifully waited in the Auditorium AV room for 5 hours ). $10 taken from Dad went byebye. On the way back, Li Zhi got a bit freaked out when I told him about my "separate thinking. Meaning that I let my subconsciousness handle something incredibly automatic and mundane. like walking home from the bus stop , allowing the conscious portion to think of something else. "

Some men might think it impossible
Women know what multi-tasking is.

The play has improved. Scene 6 was irrefutably good today, as unanimously declared. I actually felt some emotion from the damn thing. Unlike like...well, ever, since I have never felt anything from the play. The script yes, the script is powerful enough to touch me. But script-to-screen, I expect something more, and I felt nothing. It might be the pseudo-Botox'd faces of several actors ( not Guaka ) and the overall lack of emotion. And some parts are still very very weird. Like reacting halfway through the line, and having your face freeze Botox-style for like a good 3 seconds. 3 seconds is EONS in drama.

I mean, in real life, you don't like smile, freeze, move, freeze blah freeze blah freeze blah blah freeze freeze. No, you move. Your face moves, for it fluctuates based on the situation. It does not solidify and liquify ( I took ages to spell that word, then googled it; kept thinking that was a 'D" ), does it. NO! It moves, dammit.

Also, if someone asks you to be "Their mummy", you need to react. Happiness, surprise, shock, even erotic pleasure, I don't really care. Just react instead of standing there like Plaster of Paris was injected into your face and is now hardening.

No offence to the actor concerned ( If you read this blog at all ) , but as the main actor, your job is to carry the play. You are the pivotal character of the play, this play revolves around you. Like it or not, you need to be damn good. DAMN good. And right now, sorry, you are not.



Anyway, church tomorrow, after a long ardous faith-testing 3 whole months. It shall be good to be back in the holy house of God and sing His hymns and His praises. Oh, I missed that. Found myself humming Lord I Lift Your Name On High several times today, along with snatchets of other Christian songs. Like Power Of Your Love, the song that inspired me to be a Christian. Well, brought me back to be more precise.

And there's still that whole Christian VS Catholic issue.

And it's Easter Sunday tomorrow. Combined service, 10 to 12. Hallelujah. I always felt I was waking up too early on a Sunday ( 8 a.m for me ) Lazy bag of bones, me.