You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in
New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles.Do you understand this? And
radio operates exactly the same way:you send signals here, they receive them
there. The only difference is that there is no cat
~Albert Einstein
The past week was a week dedicated to
"G.R.O.P.E"
(Grand Recreational Outstanding Pursuits with respect to Emptying my wallet)
(tm- vasudha)
It started off with me being Meg's Mr Gun Holder for her trial. Well, that wasn't really the point of it. (Okay, well the point of it for me. I'm pretty sure it was Meg's point, seeing as she was being assessed. And god help me, I hope I don't get her tutor. He reminds of one of those rich over-acheiving people whom you could never please (which I was assured he was). A bit of a more indifferent and expressionless version of Nathan's father in One Tree Hill.
The point was we went to this place called "Changing Appetites", (Marina Square) which seemed to be a spoof of Cartel. A nice spoofy way, like how Breko seems to be a spoof of Breeks but its nicer. Though this didn't seem to be that nice, judging my Meg choosing the Mackrel, which she doesn't even normally eat and which she didn't , It had funtabulastic mushroom and cheese pizza. because I ate it. Though the desserts weren't as fascinating. They had some weird mixes of some Japcrap and some Western crap. So we headed off to a place we knew would offer dessert orgasms.
What better than to troop off to the undisputed King of IceCream?
Ben and Jerry's!!!
(Which I wonder, though the ice cream is fantastic, does the it deserve the the repuation it has? Or has it become more of a brand? Like when you going through a hard patch, its a MUST to have Ben and Jerry's. Any ice cream will not do. I mean, you don't hear anyone of your friends going"boo hoo, mr X broke up with me. Bring on the Magnolia!". Man, you don't even hear people saying "Damn it! I need some lovin' from my Haagen Dazs." Its always has to be B&J . Yes, the ice cream tastes fantastic, I do concur but it seems to have acquired a cult status. Its not enough to have ice cream, it speaks of a lifestyle. Its like a brand name for food. Its like getting a Gucci Belt, a Prada bag or a Feragammo Shoe. Like Starbucks, it is no longer just about coffee. Its about a lifestyle. Is Ben and Jerry's over rated? Or is it just a sign of our eagerness to lap up anything American and suburbian? Because eveybody in Uncle Sam's land seems to be eating B&J (maybe because it is the Magnolia of America. Maybe THEY crave for Magnolia.Hey, anything is possible! Have you seen Alba in Tiger Beer Ads) and we see this on F.R.I.E.N.D.S ( I don't see why this is treated as an abbreviation. Its not like there are 7 of them and even if they are, they sure as heck don't seem to be called Francis, Ramsey, Ian, Ella, Neil, Donna and Susan) and whatnot so we subconciously revere B&J.It could be the symbol of freedom of icecream. Because we always know that B&J will always pull through. They will never fear to come up with new and exotic flavours like Triple choco vanilla caramel chips with banana and berry! We will have all the new flavours we need and B&J will protect our ice cream integrity!)
Anyway, let's not talk about my horrid driving lesson where I kept forgetting that I was driving a manual car, don't ask me how I did that when all I have been driving is that. Hence, I kept jamming the car because I pressed the clutch too slow and I caused my instructor to wave his heart pills around like some ammulet. And he'd keep saying " You think what, roads got no car?! Stop holding the wheel like staineless steel rod. SLOWLY, I said SLOWLY. I said RELAX! RELAX RELAX! WHY YOU DON'T WANT TO RELAX?" Er, let me hazard a wild, out of this world guess, could it be because you are shouting the least few words in my EAR! But nah, underneath all that bluster, he's quite a genial and funny fella. And he did undertake the hazardous task of tutoring me. Which adds about a 1000 points in his favour. Okay, so I did end up talking about my horrid driving lesson.
LAW R farewell was nice. My funtabulastic teacher bought us all pizza, and kindly provided for the vege pizza and was regaling us with stories. Frankly, I think I'm quite lucky to get a law r class and tutor who are really quite very nice. As compared to some scary shit stories I have heard from my friends, I am really lucky. And luckier to have 'the gift from god' in my binder group :) hahahah. Well, anyway, what makes my tutor more funtabulastic is that she's such a fantastic swearer. Now, there is an art to swearing because the F word cannot just be liberally chucked about in any part of the sentence. It has to smooth the sentence and convey the right amount of indingnance, without jarring any other word in the make-up. And she sure as hell got that down to a pat. Well in case, you all get the wrong idea, she does know other words and she really is a great teacher. I do admire her for other things other than her ability to swear.
Then came the fab outing with Lyd on Wednesday where I managed to stone throughout my contract tutorial without actually having to convey any minimal understanding of the subject and where our plans to study went up in a "puff of smoke" and still explains why my contract texts are in school and why I have two new shoes which I don't really need and some kinda faboolous nails. And some fantastic pasta loving in N.Y.D.C (this I get, its an abbreviation!!)
Then I went to watch Emily Rose, which is kinda scary at first and yes, I was a wuss throughout the movie. Yes, I proudly proclaim it. I was a WUSS. a Pussy. A scaredy Cat. I hid behind my hands but Damn,it was a omfg scary. But the ending was rather okay. It morphed into something more touching and heart felt. And the scary was not a traditional "Boo! AARGH!!" scary but a scary that makes you think about things that you don't want to really think about., that you would prefer not to think about because it makes you question a lot of scary things that do not generally seem to tarnish the life that we live with. So all in all, poignant but scary nevertheless
And we met Nab after that who was practically salivating for Fried Mars Bar. It was the only thing on her mind. hahah.Even when we talked about other things, you could see it playing at the back of her mind "Fried Mars Bar.. Fried Maaaaaaaaaars Baaaar.. Fried Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaars Baaaaaaaaaaaar" and so we finally did proceed to fulfill her request and sent her to Nirvana. Because as always, I am always right! and EVEN Fatma agreed with me . As I quote *ahem* "and yes for ONCE vasud's right! haha it is yummy!!!"
Hah! Who's the Girl. Uh huh.
I just feel generally contented listening to Train's Save the day over and over again.
And to another G.R.O.P.E ful week :)
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