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12/11/2005
What kind of a hero are you anyway?
 | You scored as Neo, the "One". Neo is the computer hacker-turned-Messiah of the Matrix. He leads a small group of human rebels against the technology that controls them. Neo doubts his ability to lead but doesn't want to disappoint his friends. His goal is for a world where all men know the Truth and are free from the bonds of the Matrix.
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Go figure, I scored as a Neo hero. Not that I mind....cause I have always got this weakness when it comes to Keanu. Kee-ah-nu!! The name even rings in my head.
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11/11/2005
Crawling towards my destination....
Gawd, it feels like I am crawling towards the 50,000 words target. I write and write and write and it feels like I have only written 11 words into the novel. I guess what they say is right, we’re hitting the flatland in the second week. Only two weeks has passed and we’re dragging our feet through the mud. I can’t believe this. I pride myself to be better than this.
I will, I will. I know I will. Gosh, I have to. I.....don’t......CARE!!!!
50,000 is not that hard….or is it? I can pass law knowing nothing more than what the fifth stands for, I can write 50,000 words of fiction!! And besides, I’ve come so far. I’ve climbed to 20,000 and I am not letting go now. I have my jaws clamped over a title that people don’t care about but….this is a matter of pride.
So, nanowrimo, start writing my cert for me, ok?
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09/11/2005
BO in BA
The good news is that I feel good enough (albeit some quite scary scars on obvious body parts) to go back to gym. OH, words cannot describe the elation I feel about going back into the torture chamber. Granted, I have been waiting for this day for some time now – the launch of Body Attack (BA). For those in Malaysia and have been attending gym, you all know Body Attack never made it here when all the other programs did.
Accordingly, Body Attack is one of the worst (or the best, depending on how you view exercising) programs on the planet, sending you into cardiac arrest. So, today, for the first time in Malaysia, they launched Body Attack and it’s in my gym! People from all over the place…from other gyms….came and joined us. The line was long and the gym was cramped without a single cm of extra space left.
I almost didn’t make it there but lady luck waved her wand my way and I got into the class without having to sign up at the door. I know, I know, I just recovered and I should take it easy. My mother in law was chanting silently in the kitchen, “My daughter in law is crazy. My daughter in law is crazy. My daughter in law is crazy” but I was adamant. If I don’t care about people seeing my poxy scars, I should be OK, right? And besides, I’ve applied like layers upon layers of concealer, whitening moisturizer, concealer, concealer and then some more concealer over my scars.
Anyway, the session was good and the promise of sending you crawling out of the class rang true. There were two problems:-
1. The class was so cramped, we were knees to forehead (read: someone else’s forehead) all the time. Every time I stretched out my arms, I ended up scratching someone else’s armpit.
2. And while we’re on the topic of armpit, the session was marred by the fact that one single person (or more, I couldn’t confirm or don’t relish the idea of confirming the number) had really bad BO!! (body odor) Man, it was awful! There were about 50++ of us in the studio, not a single cm of extra foot space left in it, and we have to jump around huffing and puffing breathing in someone else’s BO! I mean, come on, this is one of the hardest sessions ever and we’re suffocating because the pungent smell of someone’s armpit!
The last I checked, a stick of anti-perspirant or underarm deodorizer costs only about RM4 or RM8 or something like that – depending on whether you like it wet or dry – and this fella cannot be bothered to go buy one and use it.
There was a point in the class whereby everyone was required to run all around the studio or cross over to the other corner or something like that. Me and my cousin literally ran across pinching our noses.
A hard workout. No breathing. Spells death to me.
I loved the class and loved the instructors there (a few yummy ones were there, I have to tell ya) but gosh, next time before they admit students, there should be…like…a BO detector or something.
Or at least a notice outside the studio that says “Please don’t suffocate other people!” and there, on top of a ledge, stands a helpful stick of anti-perspiration.
How about that?
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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07/11/2005
A ewe brush teeth
I am looking for toilet cleaner and the kids are noisily brushing their teeth inside the toilet. There is sound of the toilet flushing and as I head back into the toilet to help them rinse their teeth, Suddenly, Jared rushed out of the toilet in a mad, heady desperate frenzy, crying and bawling. He pulled at my shirt and shorts and cried, “Mommy, you go buy a ewe one. I want a ewe brush teeth. I don’t have a brush teeth anymore, mom”. So desperate was the cry I didn’t find it funny until later. ‘ewe’ = new.
Apparently, the poor chap dropped his toothbrush into the toilet bowl while he was flushing the toilet. He has thing attachment to his toothbrush like a child who is attached to his ‘chuet-chuet’ (pacifier), blanky, bolster or teddy. His toothbrush was his best friend, at least at night. To lose it is like losing a part of him (there ARE quite a bit of his cells wedged into those bristles, I’m sure). He was totally devastated!! I am sure he will have a nightmare about chasing after a Jared-sized toothbrush tonight. *tee hee*
I promised him that he would get a new toothbrush and cheered him up saying that the toothbrush has gone out into the drainpipes and the cats will find it. When they do, they can clean up their KITTY grins, then. He loves cats, by the way. And with that, he thought losing his toothbrush is not such a bad idea after all.
Poor chap.
Joshua, in the meantime, is getting PPPPPREETTTTYYYY good at reading Chinese (mandarin). He’s actually reading the Han Yin Pin Yin words at the bottom, though, and with a Gwai-Low accent too. But hey, who am I to complain? Although he refuses to allow me to speak to him in Cantonese, Mandarin or Hokkien (my mother tongue), he’s starting to open himself to the possibility of learning the language. Yippeee!!!! It took him the whole year. First half of the year he was fighting the notion of ever writing or reading Mandarin. Now, he’s starting to open his mind a little.
And as for the Nanowrimo challenge, I’ve reached 13,000 and still going! Things are starting to become a drag as I run out of plots and words to invent and write. But hey, this is definitely expected when you’re writing a novel, right? Better to get used to it. I’m not giving up yet and intend to stay with this thing I started right to the ‘bitter’ end. *fingers crossed*
Anyway, that’s it for today. Back to the manuscript and drawing board.
Tata
Marsha
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