WoW-Booty Dance

While in the office, we bitch, we fume, we laugh, and we poke fun at each other — while Jason Ong (“or you can call me Jo,” he says in that We-are-R.E.M. fashion) courts death by making fun of the various supervisors. Does he not care about his lifespan? Seriously? Are we youths so fond of treading that line?

And after that “shrewd” twenty-one-year-old motherf***ing bitch vulturised in her shrill voice (they are always shrill — why are they never another adjective?) over my tiny little mistake, the both of us sighed over our trivial-but-made-into-something-big missteps while munching over my packet of Lays Original.

Anyway. I have two things left to say.

Angus/Dora — no.

Angus/Marigold — YES YES OH GOD SOMEBODY PLEASE MAKE SOMETHING HAPPEN

yam.

Make Something Good

Make Something Good
by Laura Veirs

I wanted to make something sweet
The blood inside maple tree
Sunlight trapped inside the wood
Make something good

I wanted to make something strong
An organ pipe in a cathedral
That stays until through a thousand blooms
Make something good

It’s gonna take a long long time
But we’re gonna make something so fine

I wanted to make something pure
Emerald field from steer manure
A wild-eyed child in a moonlit room
Make something good

I wanted to make something built to last
A bottled ship with a golden mast
And through the squall the course stays true
Make something good
Make something good

It’s gonna take a long long time
But we’re gonna make something so fine

*

The vocals, the constant piano and the background strings all combine and form something truly lush. If only somebody could change the lyric for the two-lined chorus.

Anyway my night yesterday was spent with a ton of drama alumni from my school, ACJC and HCJC. We talked, we discussed, we got in groups — and finally, I think, I just think — SOMETHING PLAUSIBLE IS GONNA HAPPEN

Probably the one thing I got really psyched up about was meeting with a bunch of writers who wanted to write. I never really got the chance during IB: mostly the !nk people wrote because it was time for the next issue, or they specialised in non-fiction rather than fiction. Abraham and Ping retired their pens for work. Mdm Runima wasn’t exactly the kind of teacher I wanted to advocate for my work, so am really really grateful for Mr Connor’s patience and anecdotal guidance.

I’m really looking forward to seeing Eleanor and Melissa at work. I’m tentative about going all PSYCHO COMBUSTO with Hannah. But everyone’s pushing for it, I think.

Today I attended church, and after that, spent an entire afternoon with my second and final round of CNY shopping, armed with my mother’s credit card and Derek’s company as we walked through the familiar corridors of crowded Ion Orchard.

I need promethazine. Stat.

yam.

Psalms 118:8

It is better to trust in the Lord
Than to put confidence in man.

Love/Trust

Turns out Grey’s Anatomy this week was full of Pyrrhic victories for most of the characters — or was it?

• Bailey lost the trust of a traumatised patient — but gets her own McGassy!
• Lexie loses Mark (that scene where she just cried in the elevator made me tear) — but will turn blonde next week!
• Meredith loses her mentor — but her husband is now the Chief!
• Hunt got tons of “caveman” sex — but loses Teddy further in the process
• Alex got yelled at by Arizona for berating a parent — but saves a kid nonetheless! (Alex/Arizona = Team A FTW! This professional pairing is like Alex/Addison, but without the eurgh sex and full of warm, happy feelings)
• Derek loses his friendship with Richard — but AmyWinehouse!Richard will go into rehab!
• Mark loses Lexie — but is allowed to sleep beside two hot lesbians!
• Cristina lost Teddy’s favour — and Sandra Oh turns in a performance that reminds me (ONCE AGAIN) of her Epic Godliness

Alex Karev, once the Bane of The Show’s Existence, is now one of my favourite characters. Eric Dane’s acting is a little wooden, while, in contrast, Chyler Leigh’s is steadily improving. Callie just cracks me up every week. And yay, April from Mercy West is back (she was the only Mercy Wester I liked).

Best quote of the episode?

CRISTINA: (to Lexie, in complete exasperation) Don’t cry on my ass.

yam.

“8-Gig, 16-Gig, And 32-Gig…”

So. Week one is over. I find it quite uncanny how the month of February is so perfectly aligned, with the 1st falling on a Monday and the 28th falling on a Sunday. There are exactly four weeks in total. Such symmetry in a year is quite hard to find.

And nooooo, I’m not going to wax lyrical about February, or talk about how obviously special it is to me. Go figure.

Strangely enough, my last few calls of the week ended up being my highlights. Not for the over-friendliness, the chattiness, the relaxed casualness and the “la”s and the “lor”s and the LOLs — but for the himbotic side that reveals itself once in a while, or maybe all the time, depending if you’re me or you’re you, or more specifically, Jason from work with the torn knee ligament and the proud arm strength and the obvious wish to die from my repeated stomach jabs.

Anyway, I shall amuse you with two convos.

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1. “Nick.”

DARYL: (picking up the call) Hello, welcome to M –
CUSTOMER: Okay-this-is-the-fifth-time-I’ve-been-transferred-and-I-just-want-to-say-this-once:-can-I-have-my-Internet-settings-on-my-Superpac-plan?
DARYL: … I see –
CUSTOMER WITH ANGER MANAGEMENT ISSUES: And-what-kind-of-a-lousy-service-is-this?
DARYL: I’m really sorry, Ma’am –
CUSTOMER WHO GAVE BIRTH WITH AN EPIDURAL: I-had-to-wait-for-fifteen-minutes!
DARYL: (thinking, and hoping he might actually say, “WOW MA’AM DO YOU KNOW THE MAIN LINE HAS A WAITING LIST OF 40 MINUTES WHY DON’T YOU TRY THAT EH”) Please hold.
[...]
DARYL: Ma’am?
CUSTOMER WHOSE MOTHER MIGHT HAVE BEEN SLAIN BY THE WHOLE OF M1, BUT WHO KNOWS: Yes?
DARYL: No.

CUSTOMER: (in a constantly shrill voice that necessitates the permanent use of italics and words never separated by a space) Anyway,-I-want-to-know-the-name-of-the-officer-who-first-talked-to-me.
DARYL: Well, Ma’am, according to the system, I know the name of the person who last transferred you.
CUSTOMER: That-is-good-enough.
DARYL: (reading from the screen) “Nick.”
CUSTOMER: (repeating after me, for she is a parrot) “Nick?”
DARYL: Was the first officer a male?
CUSTOMER: No,-a-girl.
DARYL: Oh, okay. It’s “Nick.”
CUSTOMER: “Nick.”
DARYL: “Nick.”

*

2. The Pursuit of Mr. Chew

DARYL: (calling back Mr. Chew, to follow-up) Hello, this is M1 speaking.
MR. CHEW: (in a surprisingly high, female voice) Ah — harlo?
DARYL: (not quite believing he said this) Are you Mr. Chew?
NOT MR. CHEW: Er — no?
DARYL: (not quite believing he’s insisting, but still) Mr. Chew Tee Choon?
OBVIOUSLY NOT MR. CHEW: No?
DARYL: Do you know anyone called Chew Tee Choon?
OBVIOUSLY NOT MR. CHEW: No?
DARYL: Oh, so sorry — goodbye.
OBVIOUSLY NOT MR. CHEW: (just as she was hanging up, voice in the distance) Wah, I can’t believe this guy sucks so mu –

DARYL: (calling the right number, definitely) Hello, Mr. Chew?
THE CORRECT MR. CHEW: Hello?
DARYL: This is M1 speaking –
PHONE LINE: dunh, dunh, dunh, dunh –
DARYL: (to the entire office, but mostly exasperating to himself) HE JUST HUNG UP ON ME

DARYL: (calling the right number, the second time, with half the office beside me) Hello, Mr. Chew?
THE CORRECT MR. CHEW: Ah, hello?
DARYL: This is M1 — please don’t hang up on me!
ENTIRE HALF OF OFFICE: (Mahesh makes a what-in-the-world-did-I-just-hear-that jaw-dropping I’m-so-shocked-face, Erni makes a oh-my-God-he-just-said-that finger-wagging expression to Mahesh, and Lauren starts a LOL-what-a-himbo kind of laughter, all three happening immediately and at the same time)

*

There are many things to catch up on over the weekend: there’re friends, there’s anime, there’s fanfiction, there’s manga, and there’s 150 pages left in A.H.W.O.S.G., all of which should be gone soon.

Obviously, there must be Grey’s tonight. How could I forget?

yam.