remember the times we shared.

today, i spent the day with two people who knew the lyrics to every song i sang.

admit it-- they're the cutest things you've ever seen.

:)

the kids aren't alright.

what happens one day when three slightly mentally unstable siblings return from a particularly hyperactive game of tennis one sunday night, not ready to go to bed..?

they invent a game. :) mehehe.

the mechanics of bedroom baseball:

1) it involves, normally, four players: the pitcher [no, not the jug], the batter [no, not the thing with flour and water in it], the fielder and the referee. in cases where there is a lack of a fourth player, due perhaps to the absence of one sibling who resides overseas, or perhaps just plain good fortune of NOT having so many siblings, the fielder can double up as the referee.
2) the players stand in a diamond [though, truly, a square, a rectangle, a rhombus, a quadilateral, or any other shape with four points will suffice.] of course, if you only have three, the only shape you can form is a triangle. more pity to you.
3) the pitcher is armed with a ball [or in this case: a teddy bear], the batter with a bat [or in this case: a bolster], and the fielder with the ability to save the pitcher's life.
4) the pitcher takes aim, throws the ball/bear as hard as he/she can at the batter.
5) the ref shouts: strike one, strike two.. and all that jazz. if the batter strikes out, they rotate position. but if the batter manages to gain CONTACT..
6) the batter is then given the liberty to whack the pitcher with the bat/bolster as HARD and as repetitively as they want to.
7) the fielder then has to retrieve the ball/bear from wherever it has fallen, and throw the ball/bear at the batter. only when contact is made between the ball/bear and the batter, can the batter stop hitting the pitcher and the pitcher's life be saved.
8) everyone then rotates position and the game continues.

as you can tell, this game acts more as an excuse to abuse your siblings than anything else, but that, my friends, is the crux of the game.. muahahahaha..! PHYSICAL ASSAULT UNDER COMPLETELY INNOCENT CIRCUMSTANCES! they make for the best sports. :P

anyway, just in case anyone wanted a sample of bedroom baseball, here is a little video sampler for you.

*disclaimer: this is a highly retarded and very bad video and SHOULD NOT be viewed. EVER. :) well, except by sookie, because she asked me so very nicely. also, yes, my sister likes tweety bird. and also, yes, there is a very large and very unattractive poster of person X on my glass cabinet. please note that this poster has not been moved since the year 1997, and is still there more out of deference to its relic-like status than actual appreciation for said person. hehe.



i told you so. -shakes head- sigh.. suckers for punishment..

ciao!

my gosh.

something i haven't seen since october the eighteenth, year two thousand and three. rediscovered it while reading my old diary. alongside many other things. [some of which i wish i hadn't written down :P]

still think it's brilliant, though! i especially love travis' ONLY line in the whole thing.

have i ever told you?

about the girl who knew my every thought?

how about the girl who gave me hope for the future?

the girl who changed my perspective on life forever?
there it is, isn't it?
eternity in one photograph.
how we, and the apparent quality of digital photography, have changed.

these are the ones who never leave you.

no. matter. what.

"wait. advertisement! commercial break! wait for ju to come back then i'll continue the story!" / "but i'm so pissed off already on your behalf! such a twat."/ "huh, huh? what? wait, i don't get it!" / "aiyohhh why you all so mah-fan one!"

four distinctly different people; and we still laugh at every joke. :)

my jay-six. :)

i miss you.
all of you.
feels like something's been... displaced.
and it's only been three days.

fancy that.

<3

annnnnouncement!

eveeeeeeeeeeryone!

jo has made a mistake again! [as she is often wont to do]

jo will be leaving the uk friday sixteenth at 10.00 am and arriving in singapore saturday seventeenth at 7.10am.

so whoever i've told that i will be arriving back on the eighteenth, clearly i am a numbbrain and cannot sort out information in my head. :P

seeeeee you in a week or so!

ciao.

lieder festival.

i actually have quite a long post stored somewhere in my head-- but because it is one thirty five in the morning, and because i'm not quite sure if i'm ready to sit here for two hours and rant, cry, laugh and ramble to a unresponsive piece of electronic equipment, i am just going to write a short, succinct, and completely meaningless post.

observation of the day: music majors are the weirdest, albeit most interesting, people i have ever met.

actual conversation that occurred during the emma kirkby workshop [which, i am still unsure how or why i managed to attend, considering i am most definitely not a music major]:

music major #1: you know, i went into banks [amazing sheet music store in york] today.. spent so much money.
music major #2: oh yeah? what did you get?
me: [sitting quietly at the side eavesdropping]
music major #1: oh, i got the K.466.
music major #2: whoa, really! you got the d minor concerto? good buy! how much was it?
music major #1: a quid fifty. real bargain if i ever saw one!
music major #2: that IS a bargain.
music major #1: i was thinking about getting the K.595, but it seemed a little too expensive.
music major #2: wait.. that's a piano concerto, isn't it? the.. wait, don't tell me.. the.. number twenty-seven?
music major #1: yeah! good shout.

they. speak. in. k. numbers.

K NUMBERS! MY GAWD!

for people who, like me, are somewhat musically illiterate [as compared to THEM, at the very least.] and don't know what K numbers refer to.. basically, some crazy person called ludwig von kochel one day decided to catalogue the complete works of mozart according to numbers, and these are called the kochel numbers or the k numbers.

and these people can randomly name k. numbers, and their interlocutors actually KNOW EXACTLY what piece they're talking about.

tis a scary, scary world.

ciao!