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imma touch the sky
NB// Say what you want, but I think Kanye makes good music. At least, when he’s not “trolling” people during the VMAs.
So yeah – first off, new layout! YM’s been too dark too long, and it’s nice to see more hints of #ffffff, to be honest.
Again, it’s a premade; but I’ve modded it to use my own (unofficial) “logo” rather than just plain ol’ typography, and changed the shades of colors in the text. I’m glad you like it, Jackie; I sketched the stick-figure (yes, she IS a stick figure) myself!
I officially declare the pen tool as my bestie
To be frank, I’ve sorta given up on being able to reteach myself how to code a WP theme from scratch – properly – just because of the niggle that is my life. However, having discovered that there’s this pretty new malarkey called “Child Themes”, I think I just might give it a go…but not till I consolidate what’s been happening with my life so far, first!
Indeed, it’s surprising how much has happened with my life, in the span of just under two months (be warned, the next part of my blog post is long – making up for the drought, methinks? xD): Read the rest of this entry »
they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
NB// I’ve installed FD’s Footnotes – useful, since I don’t like missing background detail; but writing a sentence and realizing that it’s a bit too long can be a bit tedious to read. Anyway, on with the post!
Say what you will, but perhaps pathetic fallacy isn’t just indicated by nature – a la the great tree mentioned in Jane Eyre that was struck by lightning before Jane’s wedding to Mr Rochester (who, it turns out, had a wife beforehand!) Rather, I’d like to think that even technology has a way of foreseeing things to come; and no, I’m not referring to weather forecasting technology or diagnostic tools in medicine.
On Monday evening, right after “seeing” off le boyfriend via IM (I’m back in Malaysia for Easter, he was heading off to a family ski trip in the French Alps), iTunes starts ‘spinning’ “Big Yellow Taxi” (the Counting Crows version; even though I grew up listening to Joni Mitchell’s.)
And no, I didn’t suspect something amiss. Not even when dad “chose” to arrive home the moment this line played:
“Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you got till it’s gone…?”
So my dad “saunters” in – I say saunter; it was actually more of a casual, less-energetic “clump” in. I did what any (sane + loving, teehee xD) daughter would do and gave him a hug – before proceeding to chat about his day. The usual, you know; crazy-happy staff, bit of an insane workload (performance targets, anyone?) and then some.
Before I know it, there’s a bit of a silent moment – after which, dad asked if I remembered Uncle1 P.
“Yeah, I do…why?”
Our family have known Uncle P and his family for yonks – well over 10 years if I may say so. An American who married a friend of my mum’s female boss2, they have two mixed-blood kids – K and S. We didn’t live close by; but we saw each other when my mum’s bosses organized get-togethers during the -many- festive seasons here in Malaysia – say Christmas, Chinese New Year, etc etc. They were generally good-natured people and we got on well; I even have some funny memories of him during the Christmas party games of years gone by. In fact, my family (bar me, I was in England at the time) last saw them during Chinese New Year, which was just last month.
I knew all that, yes; but all the information in the galaxy wouldn’t have prepared my for dad’s next words:
“He passed away yesterday.”
- Unlike in America or the UK where you can address the parents of friends you’re familiar with by their first names, us Malaysians find that a bit “rude” since there ‘isn’t much respect in that’. However, “Mr Kang” or “Mrs Chen” is much too formal, so we address the older generation by tacking on “uncle” or “auntie” before their names, despite the fact we’re not related by blood. I address a lot of my parents’ friends this way when I’m home. ↩
- My mum has two bosses who happen to be husband and wife. The wife’s Malaysian and a college friend of my folks; the husband’s Brit and hails from Hastings. ↩
bugsy’s february
Hola, February – I’ve managed to get myself here to write another post! Methinks this is actually going to be a bit long (because of the many events in the past week) – but eh, let’s see how I fare.
I guess the main highlight of this month has gotta be Jerry turning 15. Seems like only yesterday he was my lil’ kid brother (there’s a 2-years-and-7-months gap) asking for a tickle-fest – he was only a toddler then.
Now, he takes every opportunity to remind me of how much shorter I am compared to him (even though he’s my younger brother, pah!) It’s pretty obvious that I love the guy to bits; so have a good birthday on the 28th, Jerry!
It’s a shame I’m 6800+ miles away when that happens, but you know what my present for you is already
In other news, I’ve been “signed on” to choreograph (along with my friend Gem) some numbers for the Lower School Play (11 to 14-year-olds) this summer. It’s awesome because:
- They’re doing “Bugsy Malone”.
- I get to work with a bunch of juniors I already know – and personal experience has reminded me that I can work with/handle juniors better than those doing the Senior plays.
- It’s dancing – so it’s a breather from the technical/backstage stuff I usually do (generally, as a behind-the-scenes production member, I light + provide sound + keep basic admin stuffo in check.)
Rehearsals have started *already*; owing to the extensive amount of choreography that goes into Bugsy (as opposed to something like Macbeth.) In about 4 weeks, Gemma and I have successfully completed the routine for 1 song (Fat Sam’s Grand Slam), are partway through another (Bad Guys/You Give A Little Love) with the help of the boys’ improvisations, and will be collaborating with some of the girls on another (Tomorrow.) Pretty impressive, I must say! We’re also going to let the boys devise their own dances for So You Wanna Be A Boxer…well, as much as they can do. The play’s a ton of fun; especially when you have a bunch of Year Sevens attempting to look flirtatious with a Year Nine boy (our Bugsy, that is) – and failing.
