It's been SO long since I've written something up here, but I don't have anything to write now, so I just thought I'd remind Emu to remind me about something I needed reminding about (what was it Emu??).
Oh, and WHERE IS EVERYONE?
Ishi, I think I might actually enjoy GOVT (WP), which is a bit of a surprise. Hmm... I have nothing else to say- this must be one of those rare occassions where I become speechless.
Argh! The mind is blank and Flynn is hungry, so it's salaams and g'bye until I think of something to write about.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Wheel of Life
What comes to mind when I think of how I spent my day?
Read and decipher, if you can...
"The pages of life are turning, burning.
Hurry, the wheels of time are turning!
Can't afford to think, scream, weep,
We've gone too far, delved too deep."
Read and decipher, if you can...
"The pages of life are turning, burning.
Hurry, the wheels of time are turning!
Can't afford to think, scream, weep,
We've gone too far, delved too deep."
Thursday, July 21, 2005
In Another Wonderland
READ THE PREVIOUS POST FIRST!
A short story, by Flynn (aka N.T.C.):
Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly. In and out...
She chanted it like a mantra, meditating away the hubbub of the other students on the bus until it became one low, rumbling hum. She had had this migraine for the last six hours, at least.
After waking up at 5 a.m. with the beginnings of hay fever, after finding out about the forgotten maths test next period, after realising that she’d left her CD in her locker, and running back up the stairs to get it, then running back down to catch her almost departed bus back home, Shelley was exhausted. She slowly breathed out a sigh, letting it run down her chin and past her neck, gently rolling over her burdened shoulders, letting her mind gently sway past the thought that her English assignment had gotten soaked to the point of no repair right before it was due. Shelley slugged her backpack off her shoulder and onto her lap, leaning her head on it to ease the pain she felt. The bus rocked none too gently, but it was all she needed to lull her into an exhausted slumber.
The crick in her neck only got worse when she tried to lift her head. “Where am I?” Shelley thought, then as realisation dawned, “Oh no.” Shelley was still on the bus, and she had missed her stop, but not by much. She would have to walk an extra ten minutes, but that was better than having to call home. Hoisting her weathered backpack onto her shoulders, she noticed the big, wet spot it had left on the front of her skirt. Something had leaked in her bag. She sprang from the sandpaper steps, and slowly trudged her way uphill and into the local library- she didn’t need to be home for another couple of hours, so she might as well try to lift her spirits in her place of sanctuary. She stepped inside and immediately felt comforted…
The library was much bigger than she remembered, and so much noisier. She could barely hear herself think above the din, tucked away as she was in her little corner. Her favourite book “Alice in Wonderland” lay open on her lap. She tried hard to block out the all the clamour, but it was hard. A gloved hand tapped on her shoulder. Shelley turned in time to see the most amazing sight. A white rabbit asked her in a rushed voice, “Look at the time. Oh my! I’m late! I’m late!” and he was off before Shelley could attempt to guess what had just occurred. Curiosity took the better of her and Shelley ran after the hasty rabbit, but stopped with a jolt at the sight that met her. No wonder there was so much bustle and noise inside.
As Shelley walked through the Non-fiction section, she heard snippets of Einstein’s lecture on relativity, and Neil Armstrong discuss his experiences on the moon, while at the adult fiction section, Count Dracula constantly shifted from bat to ghostly man. As she tried to pass through, Captain Ahab chased his elusive Moby Dick and nearly drowned her in the process. “Hey! This is dangerous!” Shelley tried to shout, but the sea’s roar was too loud. She quickly swam her way past and sought comfort in the Shakespeare shelf. Once there, she became privy to the prophecy of the three witches from MacBeth, but wanted to see no more, as the acrid stench from their cauldron twined its way into her nose. They turned suddenly, eyes glowing an iridescent green, so frightful that she almost bolted away, but managed to just slip away slowly.
Finally, Shelley made her way back to the children’s fiction section, thinking she would be safe from harm there. Almost instantly, she was pulled into a game of merry-go-round. She gently pulled away, giving her apologies to Cinderella, Humpty-Dumpty, Goldilocks and a variety of other characters. She had almost settled down again in her corner, when the librarian shouted that it was closing time. With a sigh of relief as well as slight disappointment, Shelley prepared to leave the library- she just needed to borrow that one book. “Hello,” she smiled at the librarian, “I’d like to get this book out please.”
“You’d like to do what?” the librarian began to laugh. Shelley thought that perhaps he was laughing at her soaked and dishevelled appearance.
“I’d like to borrow this book, please.” She repeated, gathering as much dignity in her stance as she could manage.
Another librarian appeared behind the counter, “What’s going on here?”
“It wants to borrow a book,” he chuckled.
“Oh dear, don’t laugh. This is a serious problem. Dr. Hayden warned us that sometimes the characters might contract Artificial Intelligence Memory Relapse. Help me get her inside, we need to give her the injection.”
Shelley had no clue as to what they were talking about, but she did start to sweat when they came towards her with something that looked like shackles. While one of them grabbed her arms and the other tried to tie them together, Shelley flailed and tried to kick, “Let go of me, you, you….”
“It’ll all be fine soon Alice.” All too late, Shelley realised who, or rather what, they thought she was.
“I’m not one of your characters! Please! You have to listen- my name is Shelley Hennessey, and I just came to relax for a while in the library. I’m just a regular kid from school. Look- look, my uniform”- Shelley looked down at her clothes. She knew she was wearing a checked navy skirt and a plain white shirt. But what she saw instead was a pale blue summer dress with a white collar.
“Think again girlie.”
“I’m not a character! I’m not Alice! I’m not!”
“Oh yeah- then what’s that on your hand?” The lady pointed to a barcode stamped on the back of both hands. “Come with us now.” They dragged her into the dark room.
“NOOOOOO…”
She jerked her head up despite her aching back and neck. Where was she? Shelley glanced this way and that, looking for the librarians, but there was nobody around. Shelley checked her hands- no barcodes. Whew! She looked down at herself. Shelley had never been so happy to see her stained shirt and wet skirt- she was herself, still the same old short redhead with freckles, braces and a pair of huge glasses. Oh no, her glasses, where were her glasses? She began searching through her bag when the librarian called out that it was closing time.
“Drat,” she cursed quietly, Mum would kill her for losing her glasses again. And as though conjured by though, Shelley’s mum appeared in the library, searching for her no doubt.
“Mum!” Shelley called out, “Thanks for coming, I’ve had a really rough day and the wildest dream…”
And what say you, the rest of my mateys??
A short story, by Flynn (aka N.T.C.):
Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly. In and out...
She chanted it like a mantra, meditating away the hubbub of the other students on the bus until it became one low, rumbling hum. She had had this migraine for the last six hours, at least.
After waking up at 5 a.m. with the beginnings of hay fever, after finding out about the forgotten maths test next period, after realising that she’d left her CD in her locker, and running back up the stairs to get it, then running back down to catch her almost departed bus back home, Shelley was exhausted. She slowly breathed out a sigh, letting it run down her chin and past her neck, gently rolling over her burdened shoulders, letting her mind gently sway past the thought that her English assignment had gotten soaked to the point of no repair right before it was due. Shelley slugged her backpack off her shoulder and onto her lap, leaning her head on it to ease the pain she felt. The bus rocked none too gently, but it was all she needed to lull her into an exhausted slumber.
The crick in her neck only got worse when she tried to lift her head. “Where am I?” Shelley thought, then as realisation dawned, “Oh no.” Shelley was still on the bus, and she had missed her stop, but not by much. She would have to walk an extra ten minutes, but that was better than having to call home. Hoisting her weathered backpack onto her shoulders, she noticed the big, wet spot it had left on the front of her skirt. Something had leaked in her bag. She sprang from the sandpaper steps, and slowly trudged her way uphill and into the local library- she didn’t need to be home for another couple of hours, so she might as well try to lift her spirits in her place of sanctuary. She stepped inside and immediately felt comforted…
The library was much bigger than she remembered, and so much noisier. She could barely hear herself think above the din, tucked away as she was in her little corner. Her favourite book “Alice in Wonderland” lay open on her lap. She tried hard to block out the all the clamour, but it was hard. A gloved hand tapped on her shoulder. Shelley turned in time to see the most amazing sight. A white rabbit asked her in a rushed voice, “Look at the time. Oh my! I’m late! I’m late!” and he was off before Shelley could attempt to guess what had just occurred. Curiosity took the better of her and Shelley ran after the hasty rabbit, but stopped with a jolt at the sight that met her. No wonder there was so much bustle and noise inside.
As Shelley walked through the Non-fiction section, she heard snippets of Einstein’s lecture on relativity, and Neil Armstrong discuss his experiences on the moon, while at the adult fiction section, Count Dracula constantly shifted from bat to ghostly man. As she tried to pass through, Captain Ahab chased his elusive Moby Dick and nearly drowned her in the process. “Hey! This is dangerous!” Shelley tried to shout, but the sea’s roar was too loud. She quickly swam her way past and sought comfort in the Shakespeare shelf. Once there, she became privy to the prophecy of the three witches from MacBeth, but wanted to see no more, as the acrid stench from their cauldron twined its way into her nose. They turned suddenly, eyes glowing an iridescent green, so frightful that she almost bolted away, but managed to just slip away slowly.
Finally, Shelley made her way back to the children’s fiction section, thinking she would be safe from harm there. Almost instantly, she was pulled into a game of merry-go-round. She gently pulled away, giving her apologies to Cinderella, Humpty-Dumpty, Goldilocks and a variety of other characters. She had almost settled down again in her corner, when the librarian shouted that it was closing time. With a sigh of relief as well as slight disappointment, Shelley prepared to leave the library- she just needed to borrow that one book. “Hello,” she smiled at the librarian, “I’d like to get this book out please.”
“You’d like to do what?” the librarian began to laugh. Shelley thought that perhaps he was laughing at her soaked and dishevelled appearance.
“I’d like to borrow this book, please.” She repeated, gathering as much dignity in her stance as she could manage.
Another librarian appeared behind the counter, “What’s going on here?”
“It wants to borrow a book,” he chuckled.
“Oh dear, don’t laugh. This is a serious problem. Dr. Hayden warned us that sometimes the characters might contract Artificial Intelligence Memory Relapse. Help me get her inside, we need to give her the injection.”
Shelley had no clue as to what they were talking about, but she did start to sweat when they came towards her with something that looked like shackles. While one of them grabbed her arms and the other tried to tie them together, Shelley flailed and tried to kick, “Let go of me, you, you….”
“It’ll all be fine soon Alice.” All too late, Shelley realised who, or rather what, they thought she was.
“I’m not one of your characters! Please! You have to listen- my name is Shelley Hennessey, and I just came to relax for a while in the library. I’m just a regular kid from school. Look- look, my uniform”- Shelley looked down at her clothes. She knew she was wearing a checked navy skirt and a plain white shirt. But what she saw instead was a pale blue summer dress with a white collar.
“Think again girlie.”
“I’m not a character! I’m not Alice! I’m not!”
“Oh yeah- then what’s that on your hand?” The lady pointed to a barcode stamped on the back of both hands. “Come with us now.” They dragged her into the dark room.
“NOOOOOO…”
She jerked her head up despite her aching back and neck. Where was she? Shelley glanced this way and that, looking for the librarians, but there was nobody around. Shelley checked her hands- no barcodes. Whew! She looked down at herself. Shelley had never been so happy to see her stained shirt and wet skirt- she was herself, still the same old short redhead with freckles, braces and a pair of huge glasses. Oh no, her glasses, where were her glasses? She began searching through her bag when the librarian called out that it was closing time.
“Drat,” she cursed quietly, Mum would kill her for losing her glasses again. And as though conjured by though, Shelley’s mum appeared in the library, searching for her no doubt.
“Mum!” Shelley called out, “Thanks for coming, I’ve had a really rough day and the wildest dream…”
THE END
Recognise the story, Emu?
And what say you, the rest of my mateys??
Ashes In Agony
How many of you have been wondering at the absence of Ashes? Yes- most of you, as I had guessed. Well, let me give you the nitty-gritty, sometimes tedious and sometimes gross details of Ash in agony.
I can't quite remember how long ago it started... maybe 3/4 days ago?? Well anyway- let's say 3/4 days ago- Ash awoke complaining of a sore stomach. No biggie, right? Many things can cause a mild stomach ache. However, it soon became evident that this was not just a "mild" ache...
After a few hours of sitting/ lying around, Ash made a mad dash into the bathroom and up-chucked the contents of her shomach. Poor thing was retching violently for what seemed to me like forever (it was maybe 2 mins. in total). Anyway, so there I was, being shouted at to "Bring a glass of water!", and trying not to retch myself. Lordy, the worst thing when someone else is being sick is that I can't go to help them because I feel ill myself. Well anyway, I braved it, and fetched the much needed glass of water... all the while swallowing and trying not to hear the retching.
We all thought it was a one-off thing, but boy were we wrong. That night (or perhaps it was the night after), matters became much worse, when Ash apparently vomited blood- I don't know how much of that is true, I wasn't there to see it. So, the next morning, she was bundled up and rushed off to the doctors the next morning... only to come back with no medication. And the doctor's verdict? It's only a viral infection of some kind (note the sarcasm), and if it doesn't get better within the week, then she would be prescribed medication.
Meanwhile, Mum is trying to feed her & fatten 'er up, so that her hollowed cheeks and eyes can take on some flesh and semblance of life. Ash being Ash, is a very light & extremely picky eater, who can smell the difference between chicken cooked with chilli and chicken cooked without. So, she resists and definitely avoids eating (and even drinking) as much as possible.
What a predicament! How can one expect to get better with no food or water in their system?? She's already lost quite a lot of weight, but if this continues, I wonder if anything will remain of her. And Ash calls herself a scientist! She should know the benefits of food and water!!
This, mateys, is my perspective on Ash's debilitating condition... Lord only knows what she has to say about it.
I can't quite remember how long ago it started... maybe 3/4 days ago?? Well anyway- let's say 3/4 days ago- Ash awoke complaining of a sore stomach. No biggie, right? Many things can cause a mild stomach ache. However, it soon became evident that this was not just a "mild" ache...
After a few hours of sitting/ lying around, Ash made a mad dash into the bathroom and up-chucked the contents of her shomach. Poor thing was retching violently for what seemed to me like forever (it was maybe 2 mins. in total). Anyway, so there I was, being shouted at to "Bring a glass of water!", and trying not to retch myself. Lordy, the worst thing when someone else is being sick is that I can't go to help them because I feel ill myself. Well anyway, I braved it, and fetched the much needed glass of water... all the while swallowing and trying not to hear the retching.
We all thought it was a one-off thing, but boy were we wrong. That night (or perhaps it was the night after), matters became much worse, when Ash apparently vomited blood- I don't know how much of that is true, I wasn't there to see it. So, the next morning, she was bundled up and rushed off to the doctors the next morning... only to come back with no medication. And the doctor's verdict? It's only a viral infection of some kind (note the sarcasm), and if it doesn't get better within the week, then she would be prescribed medication.
Meanwhile, Mum is trying to feed her & fatten 'er up, so that her hollowed cheeks and eyes can take on some flesh and semblance of life. Ash being Ash, is a very light & extremely picky eater, who can smell the difference between chicken cooked with chilli and chicken cooked without. So, she resists and definitely avoids eating (and even drinking) as much as possible.
What a predicament! How can one expect to get better with no food or water in their system?? She's already lost quite a lot of weight, but if this continues, I wonder if anything will remain of her. And Ash calls herself a scientist! She should know the benefits of food and water!!
This, mateys, is my perspective on Ash's debilitating condition... Lord only knows what she has to say about it.
Friday, July 15, 2005
The Reunion & the Royal Mail
Thursday was the day... that day- the day I'd been waiting for. I don't know what happened- perhaps it was too much exictement?- but I slept in. Oops. Being late for a hang-out with a few mates is no biggie... normally, but considering that I had to catch one of Howard's unreliable trains and almost 2 hrs. to get where I wanted to go... well, then it's clearly a problem. Not to worry, though- I made it... late. Now, you may be wondering- what exactly have I made it to?
...The Reunion of course!
Just under 20 girls dragged themselves from whatever corner of Sydney, to Rab'z place with food, gifts and expectations of the time of our lives. I walked in, and straight away saw before me a display of colours, makeup and jewellery... well, what did I expect? Where there's a gathering of girls, there's a gathering of all forms of clothes, hair, makeup... you name it- they had it. Poor Ifafa Apu wasn't expecting a display of their peacock feathers, so it may have been a slight shock for her, but I came well shielded- after all, these were the friends I'd spent a good part of my developing period with. However, I did discover that I have a new-found phobia: CONTACTS. That one comes after my phobia of bees and pink. I shudder wehn I recall the pain with which poor Princess was attempting to lodge foreign material into her eyes. I blame Ishi for starting this craze- I could handle a first glance at her new grey eyes, but she sure did scare me with her big-eyed stares. The results were stunning, of course... beauty queens left, right and centre.
In any case, by the time all hair and makeup was done up to satisfaction, stomachs were rumbling. So, without further ado, lunch was served. Mmmm... Nihari and Biryani
and loads of food... it was nothing short of food mania!
Time was running away from us, so we moved onto the main events of the day. We played a couple of games- Princess went home with a little gift, and our gracious host got lucky as well. Everyone else was satisfied with the "thankyou for coming" gifts. Personally, I learnt a few surprising little tidbits about these friends of mine. Apparently, Rabz has a secret obsession (well, it was secret)... barbie dolls! Did I hear correctly? Did she really confess to having an obsession with barbies? And a newish friend of mine apparently once gave a speech on toes. What the??!! Help me out here, girls... what else did we learn about our friends??
It was great catching up with Nahid. Lordy, that girl hasn't changed a bit (thankfully)! Do you know what was the funniest? Her convo. with M. Apu on the phone. HAHAHA! Obviously M. Apu was feeling left out and saddened because she hadnt come to the reunion, so she called up to chat with a few of us. Straight away they became ol' bumchums, though they'd never actually met face-to-face. How about you recall the very interesting convo for us, M. Apu?
What else happened? Oh yeah... the video. We took like 3hrs worth of footage during our last week or so at school, and Ishi cut it down to about 15 mins of hularity and embarassment and nostalgic moments. Then there was the little play-acting thing... the funiest was the "Hidden Romance" scene- all about the inseperable Upi & Ship. Oh, and how could I forget our Victorian-age royalty, Emu... and Anika- the very epitome of Bangali bimbo-ness.
What, oh what, would I have done without these friends of mine??
Well, the day ended nicely with a "horror"movie- The Ring 2. Let me tell you- these girls would be scared by a cute little kitty if it bared its claws. The movie was so not scary that I nearly fell asleep- it was morelike a nice little bedtime story. Ishi, Ifafa Apu, Emu and Princess were huddled together up in front, rabz , Hasnat and her Mum sat on one side, I was on another and Upi, Omi and Nahid were seated on the sofa at the back. It was during this one scene (do you remember which Ishi?) that the three girls sitting on the sofa screamed bloody murder... in sync. Lordy what a racket. And Hasnat- the cutey of the day- saw his opportunity to blab... the movie became even more tedious as Hasnat had already told everyone what was goign to happen (even though Rabz was practically stuffing her fist into his mouth). He's such a cutey!
So, having finished the movie (of which only the last scene was any good), Princess, Ifafa Apu, Emu & I realised that we were the only ones left. Hauling our behinds off those comfy seats, we made our way to Emu's place, where Princess, Ifafa Pu and I were to spend the night. All four of us were drained, totally... yet we managed to stay up late. Ifafa Apu was first to go, followed by princess, who was planning to leave at the godforsaken hour of 8:00 AM or thereabouts. I finally dropped off at 3AM, and I don't think Emu slept at all. What a night...
Anyway, the next day, Ifafa Apu and I were homeward bound (with Ishi tagging along) at 12-ish (PM), having devoured more yummy food, chatting, and waiting for Ishi's arrival. A very exhausted and haggard Flynn reached homeat 2PM, only to find a nice little surprise waiting for her...
Royal Mail! That's what it has stamped on the front. And what, you may ask, is this royal mail?It was our invitation to Mr&Mrs. C's wedding (Mrs. C is my cousing, so I suppose I shall have to start calling Mr. C dulabhai or sum such foreign title, right?) Oh, and to my surprise, the "C" in Mr. and Mrs. C represents the same last name as mine- spelt exactly the same way... I was a bit surprised. Flynn would love to go, but their country of residence is the one and only Ice Palace Land, and the timing is not good for me- smack bang in the middle of Uni season. (*sigh*) There's bound to be a lot of hype... if only I could have been there. PS- I expect some photos, Mad Cow.
Here I shall end... my fingers hurt from the typing... and good luck to you all- this is perhaps the longest of my posts.
...The Reunion of course!
Just under 20 girls dragged themselves from whatever corner of Sydney, to Rab'z place with food, gifts and expectations of the time of our lives. I walked in, and straight away saw before me a display of colours, makeup and jewellery... well, what did I expect? Where there's a gathering of girls, there's a gathering of all forms of clothes, hair, makeup... you name it- they had it. Poor Ifafa Apu wasn't expecting a display of their peacock feathers, so it may have been a slight shock for her, but I came well shielded- after all, these were the friends I'd spent a good part of my developing period with. However, I did discover that I have a new-found phobia: CONTACTS. That one comes after my phobia of bees and pink. I shudder wehn I recall the pain with which poor Princess was attempting to lodge foreign material into her eyes. I blame Ishi for starting this craze- I could handle a first glance at her new grey eyes, but she sure did scare me with her big-eyed stares. The results were stunning, of course... beauty queens left, right and centre.
In any case, by the time all hair and makeup was done up to satisfaction, stomachs were rumbling. So, without further ado, lunch was served. Mmmm... Nihari and Biryani
and loads of food... it was nothing short of food mania!
Time was running away from us, so we moved onto the main events of the day. We played a couple of games- Princess went home with a little gift, and our gracious host got lucky as well. Everyone else was satisfied with the "thankyou for coming" gifts. Personally, I learnt a few surprising little tidbits about these friends of mine. Apparently, Rabz has a secret obsession (well, it was secret)... barbie dolls! Did I hear correctly? Did she really confess to having an obsession with barbies? And a newish friend of mine apparently once gave a speech on toes. What the??!! Help me out here, girls... what else did we learn about our friends??
It was great catching up with Nahid. Lordy, that girl hasn't changed a bit (thankfully)! Do you know what was the funniest? Her convo. with M. Apu on the phone. HAHAHA! Obviously M. Apu was feeling left out and saddened because she hadnt come to the reunion, so she called up to chat with a few of us. Straight away they became ol' bumchums, though they'd never actually met face-to-face. How about you recall the very interesting convo for us, M. Apu?
What else happened? Oh yeah... the video. We took like 3hrs worth of footage during our last week or so at school, and Ishi cut it down to about 15 mins of hularity and embarassment and nostalgic moments. Then there was the little play-acting thing... the funiest was the "Hidden Romance" scene- all about the inseperable Upi & Ship. Oh, and how could I forget our Victorian-age royalty, Emu... and Anika- the very epitome of Bangali bimbo-ness.
What, oh what, would I have done without these friends of mine??
Well, the day ended nicely with a "horror"movie- The Ring 2. Let me tell you- these girls would be scared by a cute little kitty if it bared its claws. The movie was so not scary that I nearly fell asleep- it was morelike a nice little bedtime story. Ishi, Ifafa Apu, Emu and Princess were huddled together up in front, rabz , Hasnat and her Mum sat on one side, I was on another and Upi, Omi and Nahid were seated on the sofa at the back. It was during this one scene (do you remember which Ishi?) that the three girls sitting on the sofa screamed bloody murder... in sync. Lordy what a racket. And Hasnat- the cutey of the day- saw his opportunity to blab... the movie became even more tedious as Hasnat had already told everyone what was goign to happen (even though Rabz was practically stuffing her fist into his mouth). He's such a cutey!
So, having finished the movie (of which only the last scene was any good), Princess, Ifafa Apu, Emu & I realised that we were the only ones left. Hauling our behinds off those comfy seats, we made our way to Emu's place, where Princess, Ifafa Pu and I were to spend the night. All four of us were drained, totally... yet we managed to stay up late. Ifafa Apu was first to go, followed by princess, who was planning to leave at the godforsaken hour of 8:00 AM or thereabouts. I finally dropped off at 3AM, and I don't think Emu slept at all. What a night...
Anyway, the next day, Ifafa Apu and I were homeward bound (with Ishi tagging along) at 12-ish (PM), having devoured more yummy food, chatting, and waiting for Ishi's arrival. A very exhausted and haggard Flynn reached homeat 2PM, only to find a nice little surprise waiting for her...
Royal Mail! That's what it has stamped on the front. And what, you may ask, is this royal mail?It was our invitation to Mr&Mrs. C's wedding (Mrs. C is my cousing, so I suppose I shall have to start calling Mr. C dulabhai or sum such foreign title, right?) Oh, and to my surprise, the "C" in Mr. and Mrs. C represents the same last name as mine- spelt exactly the same way... I was a bit surprised. Flynn would love to go, but their country of residence is the one and only Ice Palace Land, and the timing is not good for me- smack bang in the middle of Uni season. (*sigh*) There's bound to be a lot of hype... if only I could have been there. PS- I expect some photos, Mad Cow.
Here I shall end... my fingers hurt from the typing... and good luck to you all- this is perhaps the longest of my posts.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Episode 2
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate shopping? I'm sure that Ifafa Apu would agree with me that shopping has to be the worst way to pass time! Argh! The head aches, the legs feel weak from so much walking and eyes begin to sting while vision gradually deteriorates. Eventually, the colours just mesh into one very psychadelic and very 60's/70's scene before my eyes. Righto, time to explain my aversion to the dreaded shopping.
Episode two of the Tale of Two Cities began on Sunday, when I, along with the rest of my family, headed down to the region of the Emus residing on the Plains. Princess was expecting a full house, and we were one of the first to arrive, bright and early. Well, anyway, to cut a long story short- we ate a royal feast for lunch (provided by the Princess herself), chitchat for a while until it was time to leave. Meanwhile, we dragged Ifafa Apu along with us, and brought her down to our city. (I have just thought of an interesting name for her..."She of the perfect teeth"- lol... what do you reckon, my mateys?).
The plan was that a bunch of us would meet up for lunch, since we hadn't seen each other in a long time... but circumtances and fate were against us, so lunch was cancelled. Poor Ash, she tried so hard to make it work. Well, with lunch out of the way, Ifafa Apu and I found ourselves with time enough on our hands to do some shopping (not for fun, mind you... it was all necessary business). Down we went with our list and our budget and our time limit (2hrs wasn't it?). Boy, oh boy... who knew shopping for a few measly items for a few little kids could take so much time and drain us of so much energy? But- we set out with a goal, and accomplish it we did. Thank god for that... I can't imagine going shopping again!
I don't want to give you all the impression that I had it tough. Poor Ifafa Apu was worse off. Apparently, she had to go home... before dark. No matter how much we tried, she was a stubborn little thing, and refused to remain a night longer (with the feeble excuse that she had to work... or was it a dental appointment?). Stubborn or not, we shall kidnap you soon enough... only this time, your sisters shall be kidnapped with you!
Right after she left, I began to feel lightheaded and slightly disoriented... signs of another clod/ flu/ viral infection. If you're thinking "uh-oh", you'd be thinking along the right lines. Tomorrow is to be a busy, and undoubtedly fun-filled day, what with the reunion and the staying over at Emu's. Now, Emu herself is sick... so I reckon we won't make a bad pair, the two of us... we shall just have to put her poor Mum through the torture of two sick brats.
My illness becomes more and more cumbersome... when I think about the tiring work ahead of me on Saturday, I fear that I might ot survive the onslaught of people. My main concern, at the moment, is not my fever nor my sore throat, but that I might have to take pills. Ugh! Medication... down my throat... someone save me from the horror!
Episode two of the Tale of Two Cities began on Sunday, when I, along with the rest of my family, headed down to the region of the Emus residing on the Plains. Princess was expecting a full house, and we were one of the first to arrive, bright and early. Well, anyway, to cut a long story short- we ate a royal feast for lunch (provided by the Princess herself), chitchat for a while until it was time to leave. Meanwhile, we dragged Ifafa Apu along with us, and brought her down to our city. (I have just thought of an interesting name for her..."She of the perfect teeth"- lol... what do you reckon, my mateys?).
The plan was that a bunch of us would meet up for lunch, since we hadn't seen each other in a long time... but circumtances and fate were against us, so lunch was cancelled. Poor Ash, she tried so hard to make it work. Well, with lunch out of the way, Ifafa Apu and I found ourselves with time enough on our hands to do some shopping (not for fun, mind you... it was all necessary business). Down we went with our list and our budget and our time limit (2hrs wasn't it?). Boy, oh boy... who knew shopping for a few measly items for a few little kids could take so much time and drain us of so much energy? But- we set out with a goal, and accomplish it we did. Thank god for that... I can't imagine going shopping again!
I don't want to give you all the impression that I had it tough. Poor Ifafa Apu was worse off. Apparently, she had to go home... before dark. No matter how much we tried, she was a stubborn little thing, and refused to remain a night longer (with the feeble excuse that she had to work... or was it a dental appointment?). Stubborn or not, we shall kidnap you soon enough... only this time, your sisters shall be kidnapped with you!
Right after she left, I began to feel lightheaded and slightly disoriented... signs of another clod/ flu/ viral infection. If you're thinking "uh-oh", you'd be thinking along the right lines. Tomorrow is to be a busy, and undoubtedly fun-filled day, what with the reunion and the staying over at Emu's. Now, Emu herself is sick... so I reckon we won't make a bad pair, the two of us... we shall just have to put her poor Mum through the torture of two sick brats.
My illness becomes more and more cumbersome... when I think about the tiring work ahead of me on Saturday, I fear that I might ot survive the onslaught of people. My main concern, at the moment, is not my fever nor my sore throat, but that I might have to take pills. Ugh! Medication... down my throat... someone save me from the horror!
Friday, July 08, 2005
History Must not Remain a Mystery!
'Tis a shame that I could not have lived throgh the past century, as a simple Watcher- absorbing the sights, the human follies, foibles and fantastic achievements... and yes, I would be willing to bear witness to the death, desecration and madness as well. You may all call it another one of Flynn's fantasies... you would be right in doing so.
I cannot explain what has brought on this need for me make tangible part of the history of humanity- the part that I have within my reach. That is, I have an idea. Actually, I've had this idea for a long time, but events have deemed it almost impossible for me to play with and pick at this idea of mine. What, you all ask, is this brilliant idea of mine?? Now, bevore I digress and divulge, let me ask you all to ponder upon certain points.
Is it not a part of human nature for us all to find somewhere- that unique niche- where we all "fit in", where we belong (to use the cliche terms)? And what is the most important factor that influences, or rather, moulds this niche? It is, of course, our family. Would you not agree that we should all, at the very least, be aware of our roots, our ancestry?
To be sure, it is unlike Flynn to be thinking of roots and niches and fitting in. Normally Flynn is too absorbed in... well- other things. However, one thing Flynn loves to do is write (well, that and talk). As for this brilliant idea of mine- it is this:
I would like to attempt to write down the history of my family... that is- not just my siblings and my parents, but beyond that. I would like to write, using pen and paper (or Microsoft Word), the antics of my Mum's and Dad's siblings, and their families- who they were/are, what they were/are like (from my parents' perspectives, of course), what they have/ had done and everything in between. I tell you, this is no simple matter, especially since my Mum's family alone consists of a total of 8 siblings (not including her), my Dad's family is a mystery to me- for the most part; and I have not seen most of my relatives for ten years (or maybe more).
However, this project of mine is bound to be rife with problems. My first and most cumbersome problem... my parents refuse to co-operate.
So... how to jump over this impossibly high hurdle??
I cannot explain what has brought on this need for me make tangible part of the history of humanity- the part that I have within my reach. That is, I have an idea. Actually, I've had this idea for a long time, but events have deemed it almost impossible for me to play with and pick at this idea of mine. What, you all ask, is this brilliant idea of mine?? Now, bevore I digress and divulge, let me ask you all to ponder upon certain points.
Is it not a part of human nature for us all to find somewhere- that unique niche- where we all "fit in", where we belong (to use the cliche terms)? And what is the most important factor that influences, or rather, moulds this niche? It is, of course, our family. Would you not agree that we should all, at the very least, be aware of our roots, our ancestry?
To be sure, it is unlike Flynn to be thinking of roots and niches and fitting in. Normally Flynn is too absorbed in... well- other things. However, one thing Flynn loves to do is write (well, that and talk). As for this brilliant idea of mine- it is this:
I would like to attempt to write down the history of my family... that is- not just my siblings and my parents, but beyond that. I would like to write, using pen and paper (or Microsoft Word), the antics of my Mum's and Dad's siblings, and their families- who they were/are, what they were/are like (from my parents' perspectives, of course), what they have/ had done and everything in between. I tell you, this is no simple matter, especially since my Mum's family alone consists of a total of 8 siblings (not including her), my Dad's family is a mystery to me- for the most part; and I have not seen most of my relatives for ten years (or maybe more).
However, this project of mine is bound to be rife with problems. My first and most cumbersome problem... my parents refuse to co-operate.
So... how to jump over this impossibly high hurdle??
Saturday, July 02, 2005
A Tale Of Two Cities
Here begins the tale of two cities... one being the City of Caterbury, and the other being the City of Penrith... and both within the city of Sydney! (Confused, are we??)
So many highlights, yet so little time and space. Right-o, let's try to imbue some sense of normalcy here, shall we?
Friday morning greeted Flynn with no rain!! Fantastic! After a week of those detestable, but much needed, downpours, the rain finally relented... and just in time for my trip to the other end of the universe (almost). It was to be a long and possibly arduous journey to the house of my mateys, but I am not one to begrudge a fun day out (or in) with friends, so there I was, at the ridiculous hour of 8:30 AM, waiting for my train to arrive. And arrive it did, but 10 mins late (typical of CityRail and the Howard government). At any rate, my first train ride was simply a bore, but the life and times of Flynn took a turn for the better when I met up with Ishi and Emu at Liverpool station. To my utter surpirse, Emu pulled out her knitting gear... and began knit-knitting away. Not to worry mateys, it was all for a good cause... she was knitting a scarf (fluffy, red and warm) for little Radia. Typical Emu...
Well, we arrived at the house of M. Apu, Ifafa Apu, Uknowwho Apu, and Radia right on schedule... and in time for a gruelling hour of tennis, but not before the missing person arrived. 12 PM hailed tennis hour, and luckily, our Princess arrived (but was clueless about tennis).
The mad rush and digging through closets for suitable attire was quite a sight... but we got ready in time, and headed out. Fun, fun fun... right? Thank all lollies, gollies and mollies that there were no spectators, else I may have had to cover my head with a paper bag for the rest of my days. We played so atrociously that in the end, we all gave up and invented our own "rules". The volleying and serving (if you can call it that) was so bad that poor Radia frequently dashed outside the high-fenced court to retrieve tennis balls Flynn had hit with a tad too much enthusiasm. What a sight, oh what a sight! Racquets and arms flailing about, balls flying up, down, left, right and centre... Flynn nearly started and intercourt match as well! All in all, it was an amazing display of how inept we are with a racquet and a ball.
Sadly, Ishi had other plans for the night, so she and Emu left in a mad rush only an hour after tennis... Princess followed suite shortly thereafter. Unfortunately for M. Apu and her sisters (not to metion their poor Mum), Flynn was to linger on for a while longer. Snowman was to pay them a visit that night... Radia and Snowman being mates and all... so, Snowman requsted that I stay with her. Little did I know that one night would turn into two and two into three... how they put up with me is unfathomable! But, Flynn thanks ye lot muchly for yer hospitality (and so do Snowman and me folks, of course)!
So, Flynn spent a luxurious 3 days with nothing to do but relax and eat the delicacies served by her excellent and numerous hosts. There was never a lack of words to say or things to do... hence our late nights: 2:30 AM was bedtime the first night and 1:40 AM the second night. So, it's no great wonder that Flynn has become somewhat more absent minded now. I should give you all a glimpse of how I whiled away my 3 days, but I can't seem to recall much of anything right at this moment...
Snowman and Radia picked 40... that's right 40- yellow, ripe lemons from their lemon tree. Hours of fun, according to Snoman and Radia, but don't ask me why. My only question is, what on earth are you lot going to do with all those lemons, M. Apu?? We watched Madagascar and Garfield (the movie)... both entertaining, but not my cuppa tea. I guess the 2 little squrts enjoyed it, so it's all worth it, right? So many things happened in such a short time! You can't blame me for forgetting all the little details. Help me out here, M. Apu... relate some little incidents I have neglected to mention.
For now, I believe this blog is suffieciently lengthy to bore you all, so I shall end here, but only until I can remember further details of my stay in the City of Penrith. So, here ends yet another episode of Flynn's rants... "Cheers and Peace!" to all my blogger-mateys (and some visitors in between).
So many highlights, yet so little time and space. Right-o, let's try to imbue some sense of normalcy here, shall we?
Friday morning greeted Flynn with no rain!! Fantastic! After a week of those detestable, but much needed, downpours, the rain finally relented... and just in time for my trip to the other end of the universe (almost). It was to be a long and possibly arduous journey to the house of my mateys, but I am not one to begrudge a fun day out (or in) with friends, so there I was, at the ridiculous hour of 8:30 AM, waiting for my train to arrive. And arrive it did, but 10 mins late (typical of CityRail and the Howard government). At any rate, my first train ride was simply a bore, but the life and times of Flynn took a turn for the better when I met up with Ishi and Emu at Liverpool station. To my utter surpirse, Emu pulled out her knitting gear... and began knit-knitting away. Not to worry mateys, it was all for a good cause... she was knitting a scarf (fluffy, red and warm) for little Radia. Typical Emu...
Well, we arrived at the house of M. Apu, Ifafa Apu, Uknowwho Apu, and Radia right on schedule... and in time for a gruelling hour of tennis, but not before the missing person arrived. 12 PM hailed tennis hour, and luckily, our Princess arrived (but was clueless about tennis).
The mad rush and digging through closets for suitable attire was quite a sight... but we got ready in time, and headed out. Fun, fun fun... right? Thank all lollies, gollies and mollies that there were no spectators, else I may have had to cover my head with a paper bag for the rest of my days. We played so atrociously that in the end, we all gave up and invented our own "rules". The volleying and serving (if you can call it that) was so bad that poor Radia frequently dashed outside the high-fenced court to retrieve tennis balls Flynn had hit with a tad too much enthusiasm. What a sight, oh what a sight! Racquets and arms flailing about, balls flying up, down, left, right and centre... Flynn nearly started and intercourt match as well! All in all, it was an amazing display of how inept we are with a racquet and a ball.
Sadly, Ishi had other plans for the night, so she and Emu left in a mad rush only an hour after tennis... Princess followed suite shortly thereafter. Unfortunately for M. Apu and her sisters (not to metion their poor Mum), Flynn was to linger on for a while longer. Snowman was to pay them a visit that night... Radia and Snowman being mates and all... so, Snowman requsted that I stay with her. Little did I know that one night would turn into two and two into three... how they put up with me is unfathomable! But, Flynn thanks ye lot muchly for yer hospitality (and so do Snowman and me folks, of course)!
So, Flynn spent a luxurious 3 days with nothing to do but relax and eat the delicacies served by her excellent and numerous hosts. There was never a lack of words to say or things to do... hence our late nights: 2:30 AM was bedtime the first night and 1:40 AM the second night. So, it's no great wonder that Flynn has become somewhat more absent minded now. I should give you all a glimpse of how I whiled away my 3 days, but I can't seem to recall much of anything right at this moment...
Snowman and Radia picked 40... that's right 40- yellow, ripe lemons from their lemon tree. Hours of fun, according to Snoman and Radia, but don't ask me why. My only question is, what on earth are you lot going to do with all those lemons, M. Apu?? We watched Madagascar and Garfield (the movie)... both entertaining, but not my cuppa tea. I guess the 2 little squrts enjoyed it, so it's all worth it, right? So many things happened in such a short time! You can't blame me for forgetting all the little details. Help me out here, M. Apu... relate some little incidents I have neglected to mention.
For now, I believe this blog is suffieciently lengthy to bore you all, so I shall end here, but only until I can remember further details of my stay in the City of Penrith. So, here ends yet another episode of Flynn's rants... "Cheers and Peace!" to all my blogger-mateys (and some visitors in between).
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