I try too hard sometimes.
2 hours till dinner, but I’m not really hungry for beef schnitzel right now. Exams are chugging along, English and Math down; Econs, Chem, Physics and Chinese to go. (In that order too!) The mood to study has disappeared since Friday (after the Math papers where I completely fried any remaining brain cells but, I felt really smart for figuring out how to do most of Paper 2!!!) and I fear for my results if it doesn’t return soon. For now, I shall exploit my apathy by posting.
*awkward silence*
Riiight so what I meant to say was…exams are such a dreadful bore. There’s so much to look forward to after it but four days is a long wait for us impatient types. =) Gwen invited me and brudder for a Malaysian lunch at her place immediately after the last paper on Thursday. *celebrates* And, I may go see H2G2 with Connie at the cinemas if it doesn’t cost 11 bucks. Rach and Aditi are planning to watch Star Wars instead. It’s quite amazing how I haven’t quite caught on with Star Wars, as seen from my convo with Connie the other day.
Connie: …and I think they’re planning to go watch Episode 3: Attack of the Siths.
Me: [pause**] …What?
Connie: Attack of the Siths. Star Wars.
Me: …Oh so is that what it’s called? Right. Cool.
[**To dispel any notions that I’m just slow with my replies, I shall attempt to fill in the pause with the complex and intelligent internal monologue which was going on in my mind at that point of time.]
Me: WTF?! Attack of the Sikhs??!
Mind: *tries to grapple with the idea of a mob of angry turbaned men in a spaceship*
Me: That’s not right! Shit! What do I say now?!
Mind: What! Ask her what dammit!
Me: [blurts out]…What?
Mind: Whew. Close shave.
But that’s not to say I don’t know anything about Star Wars of course, even though I haven’t watched a single episode. *defensively* I know the storyline!
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away, [ Kabul / Nabul ] was under an attack. And something something [ Quaigon Jin / Kuai Gon Gin / Qwai Gonjin ] tried to talk the federation in to maybe something something one day. And there’s this place called [ Tatooui / Tatouie / Tat Too Ee ] and meeting Jar Jar in [ Bostnest / Bosnet / ?!??!11!1 ].
Okay. So I don’t really know the storyline. But I know the characters!
So there’s the bad guy which is Darth Vader, and the good guy which is Anakin Skywalker son of Luke Skywalker. And there’s Yoda in a toga (sorry couldn’t resist =) and a queen. And Vader will have to wait till someday later because Anakin is just a small fry, but Anakin left his home and kissed his mummy goodbye because he wanted to be a Jedi. Oh yeah and someone met with Darth Maul and now he’s toast.
*unamused silence*
Okay, okay! So everything I know about Star Wars was from Weird Al’s Star Wars parody of American Pie. So sue me.
Connie: *wields imaginary light saber* Hwing! Vuiing!
That, by the way, has become my occasional nickname. How, you ask? Beats me. They made a leap of faith from Hui Ying --> Huiying --> Huing --> Hwing --> OMG-that-sounds-like-a-light-saber Hwing Vuiing.
I’m sorry for this strange post. Procrastination does this to me sometimes. Excuse me while I make my daring escape from the angry mob of Star Wars diehards.
*awkward silence*
Riiight so what I meant to say was…exams are such a dreadful bore. There’s so much to look forward to after it but four days is a long wait for us impatient types. =) Gwen invited me and brudder for a Malaysian lunch at her place immediately after the last paper on Thursday. *celebrates* And, I may go see H2G2 with Connie at the cinemas if it doesn’t cost 11 bucks. Rach and Aditi are planning to watch Star Wars instead. It’s quite amazing how I haven’t quite caught on with Star Wars, as seen from my convo with Connie the other day.
Connie: …and I think they’re planning to go watch Episode 3: Attack of the Siths.
Me: [pause**] …What?
Connie: Attack of the Siths. Star Wars.
Me: …Oh so is that what it’s called? Right. Cool.
[**To dispel any notions that I’m just slow with my replies, I shall attempt to fill in the pause with the complex and intelligent internal monologue which was going on in my mind at that point of time.]
Me: WTF?! Attack of the Sikhs??!
Mind: *tries to grapple with the idea of a mob of angry turbaned men in a spaceship*
Me: That’s not right! Shit! What do I say now?!
Mind: What! Ask her what dammit!
Me: [blurts out]…What?
Mind: Whew. Close shave.
But that’s not to say I don’t know anything about Star Wars of course, even though I haven’t watched a single episode. *defensively* I know the storyline!
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away, [ Kabul / Nabul ] was under an attack. And something something [ Quaigon Jin / Kuai Gon Gin / Qwai Gonjin ] tried to talk the federation in to maybe something something one day. And there’s this place called [ Tatooui / Tatouie / Tat Too Ee ] and meeting Jar Jar in [ Bostnest / Bosnet / ?!??!11!1 ].
Okay. So I don’t really know the storyline. But I know the characters!
So there’s the bad guy which is Darth Vader, and the good guy which is Anakin Skywalker son of Luke Skywalker. And there’s Yoda in a toga (sorry couldn’t resist =) and a queen. And Vader will have to wait till someday later because Anakin is just a small fry, but Anakin left his home and kissed his mummy goodbye because he wanted to be a Jedi. Oh yeah and someone met with Darth Maul and now he’s toast.
*unamused silence*
Okay, okay! So everything I know about Star Wars was from Weird Al’s Star Wars parody of American Pie. So sue me.
Connie: *wields imaginary light saber* Hwing! Vuiing!
That, by the way, has become my occasional nickname. How, you ask? Beats me. They made a leap of faith from Hui Ying --> Huiying --> Huing --> Hwing --> OMG-that-sounds-like-a-light-saber Hwing Vuiing.
I’m sorry for this strange post. Procrastination does this to me sometimes. Excuse me while I make my daring escape from the angry mob of Star Wars diehards.
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