Saturday, October 30
2:36 am
antici-pation
it would be, quite possibly, the understatement of the year to say that I'M REALLY EXCITED ABOUT HALLOWEEN! not only does the annual Halloween Blowout beckon, i've also got the most rockin' costume in bloody years! exclamation marks for everyone!
let me give you some backstory on halloween and me (i'll try to spare you the desultory gushing in lieu of actual coherence). it's the best friggin' non-holiday ever! i'm going as columbia from rocky horror! sequins for everyone! (okay, i did say try, not succeed.)
speaking of, this is the first year in many in which i'm doing a solo costume. a breakdown: the scope for tandem deals is limited, but oh-so-much more entertaining. if nothing, tandem costumes make for much easier identification. for the ubiquitous man in uniform, having a jeannie around makes good the protestations of creativity. for every not-quite-there gypsy, a lurching quasimodo by the side clears things up right quick. in contrast, solo costumers really have to go all out to be identified (i.e. definitely no "daughter from american gothic" this year).
this is probably also the tenth or so time i've tried to persuade my flavour of the month to accompany me as dr. frank-n-furter to a party and failed. i just don't get it. men! be less afraid of bondagewear and pearls! or, in the alternative - i won't tell anyone you own a garter!
an aside: ahh.. i have quite the mad on for tim curry. still waiting for the day my tim curry themed Halloween Blowout idea is made manifest by The Powers That Be. think about it. no, seriously. it's a fantastic idea. the man has played/voiced, amongst other things, king arthur, satan, gomez addams, ebenezer scrooge, a(n awesome) butler (in an awesome show), william shakespeare, captain hook, pennywise the incredifreakyshit clown, and a sweet trans-vestite from transsex-ual transylvani-a (i was totally singing that, i know you know, and i don't really care). tim curry occupies a great part of that hollow space where my heart should be and i have much transferrable love for anyone who'll dress up like him and sing for me.
anyhow. columbia the groupie am i, sans love, lover, and nifty solo tap dancing introduction sequence (although one or more of the above may cease sans status by the end of the night as a result of excessive martini chuggage).
in case you're not already salivating in envy, let me just cap all this off with a mention of how actively involved i was in the movie, music and munchies committee this time round - and blow me billy if the selections don't rock the scary pants right off of ya. everything looks set - it's gonna be a night of great, campy fun, of a thousand grace notes (some of them screams) and it's going to be fanfrikkintastic! candy for everyone!
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Wednesday, October 20
1:08 am
debbie don't-give-a-damn
okay, so i might possibly owe some people an explanation.
as more careful readers may have already been able to discern, i've been having what may euphemistically be termed "relationship woes" (don't make me bust out the uncensored version). and even as my longtime friends mutter quietly, "so what's new?" i must clarify that the longer and by far more boring version of this tale ends with me residing in an entirely new area, heartache-wise, so i'll do just fine without the flippancy, thank you.
for the slower ones amongst you, this translates to fewer updates. why? because i have no intention of boring you silly with bitter rants and - oheavenforbid - maudlin poetry. trust me, you'll thank me sometime for sparing you the pointless ramblings from whatever seussian Waiting Place i've dug myself into in some dark hour of despair.
in the unlikely event that you really, really miss your dose of me (and are somehow denied access to my closest replacement, a spoonful of drain cleaner), check out the link to hooked, the nussu online rag i submit the occasional piece to. behold the magnanimity: i've chosen to continue writing despite having been told to dumb future submissions down ("uh, they thought it was too... deep"). prepare for a test of your devotion in trying to find my articles though, the layout's pretty... deep (ohh, you think i'm bitchy now, wait till i get started on the spelling and grammar in some of the other submissions).
anyhow, the loss of my rage buffer has manifested in quite the number of snippy exchanges. suffice to say, the beleaguered public transport-takers of singapore have been bearing great bruntage, though the nus law faculty has not been without its share of casualties.
ringing promotion of my social skills aside, there's no need to break out the can of petrina repellent (i can see you rolling your eyes and going, "if only," and i'm not amused) as yet. for the most part, i'm pretty civil - the vitriol is saved for the really lucky ones (and this is in no way an attempt to lull you into inviting me over for tea and sympathy. nope. not at all).
so let me just wrap up this point-free post by pointing out that many (TRINI), many (GRACE) people (BEL) owe me pictures and, despite my having heard a lot of promises, the gmail account remains resolutely picture-free. don't make me set Grinchy on y'all, folks - she's got a fat-measurer (Grinchy: "they're called 'skin-fold callipers'.") and she's not afraid to use it.
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Tuesday, October 19
4:21 pm
seedlings
for k, who, upon learning of my situation, promptly passed me a copy (giftwrapped, y'all!) of the new yorker book of literary cartoons and oscar wilde's the birthday of the infanta complete with a note reading, in short, something along the lines of "because nothing beats the breakup blues like refreshing and reaffirming your intellectual superiority and misanthropic views on the world" -
for grace, who not only has the most beautiful house, but really knows how to throw a tea party -
for the unfortunately acronymed g.f., who showed me the exact bus seat in which michelle chong's horrible, flat whine (yes, it's a personal vendetta; shut it already) is effectively drowned out by the worrying scream of loose bus parts (though i really should've recognised the seat earlier from the heavenly glow surrounding it) -
for arthur, whose constant reassurances and entertaining segues have made the minutes that much easier to get through -
for j, who forces me out for supper and cycling and puts up with my singing, and without whom i would indubitably have starved a good three months ago -
for the people who sent me condolences upon hearing of the death of Another HamHam -
for m.n., with whom i have the most hilarious Themed MSN Chats (see, for example, a short excerpt in the archives on april 8th. the topic for the night was "bodice rippers", if i remember correctly) -
for jh, who quickly and very rightfully concluded that drugs would indeed solve a lot of my problems -
for bel, who is always ready to lend out a shoulder, a hand and other assorted body parts, along with a (kinda skanky) tissue -
for k (again), who demanded a second entry for being, horrifyingly enough, the first and only person (whom i'm aware of) to spot the incredibly unsubtle reference to madame bovary (madame NOVARY? "No ovaries"?!) in the advocacy lectures -
thanks.
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