I'm BAAAACKK! (Pwah!) Here's what happened on Saturday (sorry lah, must be teenage-girl sometimes lah huh. Bear with it!):
Kekkaishi 265 is out. It's late D: 266 is supposed to be here already! Ah, well. It'll come out sooner or later...I hope. Anyway, it's getting so twisted! Finally I understand what's happening (or at least, I think I know what's happening--I read it in Chinese, so...) and it's awful. D: I don't believe it--they screwed up big-time. As in, wemightaswellliedownanddiebecausewescrewedupsobadlywe'llneverwinthisstupidthing kind of screwed up. It's OVER D: Well, of course it isn't. Yoshimori will find a way with his weird musou thing. But that will only solve the fight. The battle will have to solved with brains...which is where Masamori is supposed to come in, but considering the way he's done things so far, he's maybe not the best candidate. Then again, no one else has as much political power, so he's the best they've got. :/ In the meantime, SOMEONE DO SOMETHING USEFUL.
Naruto and Bleach don't need to say lah huh. You go and read yourself. Naruto is okay--moving forward...but Bleach is, as usual, long-winded beyond all imagination. At least it's getting somewhere in the fight, though. Long time no see, weird people whose names have temporarily escaped me (:
Went for KC CIP this week. Completely outnumbered by kids (ahem, Maddie--FREELOADER!). Pei Yu was particularly loll-lish this week (loll-lish as in, she likes to loll around people. Not LOL). I went to fetch her in the mini-van and she put her arms around my neck and she hauled herself up and from that moment onwards she refused to let go of me. She wouldn't go into the room when we got there so I had to carry her in, and even then she insisted on sitting on my lap when I finally got my butt on a chair. She wandered off after a while (ah...the relief. She doesn't weigh much but I have very low tolerance for weight on my thighs. Try me. No, wait, don't.) but came back only to loll around some more. After tuition the kids ran out to the playground for some fun and I brought her out, too. She wanted to get on the swing so I put her in, and another older kid started pushing her. But he pushed too high. By the middle of the fourth swing Pei Yu began to cry. I made the kid stop and I carried her out of the swing and she hung on for dear life for the next half hour. She wouldn't even let go of my neck so I had awful muscle aches afterward. She was alright after some pacification from Linus and Mousey, but then this OTHER kid went BOO! in her face and she got scared again, so she had another cry. By this time I was ready to slap anyone who made her cry so that kid got lucky, 'cause he ran away before I could stand up and...
I'm telling this story not because I want to complain about how stiff I was after three hours of carrying a baby monkey around (well, I was, but that's not the point). I'm telling it because for some reason, it left a really large impact on me. I've never had such a small kid hang on to me before (Marcus is an exception. He hangs on for fun. Pei Yu hung on like her life depended on it). It felt somewhat pressurizing, knowing that a small, vulnerable child is in your care and that you are responsible for her safety. On the other hand, it makes you feel as though you're worth something, as though you want to protect her, as though someone trusts you enough to seek your protection. Pei Yu basically hangs on to anybody half a head taller than her, but yesterday she was particularly attached to me and Linus. KC again, two weeks later--I'm looking forward to seeing her again, and everyone else. (: Glad I didn't stop going to KC after NYAA.
Had lunch with Clara at J8--she'd decided to go for dance, after all. (: (Now all we need to do is drag Stella along...) Dance this week was really fun. I like the warm-up dance--I suppose it fits me better. Girlish hip-hop isn't really my thing. I like the angry, pissed-off, really let-go kind of hip-hop (hello? This is Jennifer we're talking about). The main dance is to Ice Box, by Omerion (or is it Omarion? I never found out). It's more of lyrical hip-hop, I suppose (so good timing, Clara!). I LOVE IT. I'm a weird person. I like old-school hip-hop, but I like the emotion that comes from lyrical hip-hop, too. Looking forward to learning the rest of the dance. (: Glad I made the decision to take Saturday afternoons off to relax a bit.
THEN I went for a xiangsheng performance at the Singapore Chinese Conference Something (enlighten me. What's it called again?). I've just realized that it takes a LOT of brains to come up with a xiangshen script. It's not like English stand-up comedy. You get a lot of profanities in those, and then you realize that it's partly because the comedian f---s so much that what he says is funny. Xiangsheng is...I don't know. It's more cultured, more civilized. No profanities allowed whatsoever. It's a lighthearted intepretation of the typical humdrum of everyday life, written from the perspective of an observant, introspective individual who opens his eyes a little wider, listens a little harder. It's hilarious, but when you think about it, there's so much truth to what you're laughing at. Glad I watched the performance--good way to spend the evening, laughing at jokes and feeling slightly relieved at the fact that you CAN follow the script...which is in Chinese.
In other words, I'm glad Saturday happened.
You don't get many days like that.
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