i was in my room, moisturised and sitting on my bed, writing in my journal with the lights off and generally being muso. the wind forced the rain in to the proverbial curtains of gray, so i left off writng to stare at that and to liberate my mind from the confines of mundanity.

10 minutes later, the power went out, so i resigned myself to staring out of a stuffy room.

with a sharp plink on my window frame, it began to hail, and i was given a little taste of Manchester.

(i once watched a Man Utd game where it hailed halfway through the game. i thought the players were very resilient to play on, cos, doesn't ice hurt if it hits you in the face while you're running? admittedly, they ran a little slower than before, but nevertheless.)

i found a piece of hail on my bed. it's just ice, right, and it looked like a little white-flecked pebble, but the fact that it didn't come from a freezer was fascinating to me.

(i once read this fantasy story where the a character ejaculated onto the floor, and his semen turned into little white pebbles where they fell. ... maybe i shouldn't have eaten that hailstone...)

nothing happened when my mum switched the circuit breaker back on, so she called the power department (TNB). they said that some trees had fallen over, and it would be a while before we would get to see what we were eating.

so, off my parents went to light the candles. my dad was particularly thorough - he went from corner to corner making sure they were lit, but who sits in corners anyway, unless they're being punished?

in fact, they'd run out of the conventional long, white candles to light and were looking for the votive candles (!) by the time yours truly emerged from her room.

seeing what they were doing, your heroine nonchalantly pulled out the bag of tea-lights (not Tea Rose ah, okay) that had been kept in the drawer of the dining-table for about a year.

every thing they say about the romance of candles is true, but you knew that already. if not for the absence of a certain french man...

(i'm just wondering if there will be a population boom in 9 months' time. did that happen after the Paka power grid failure? was it in 1996? imagine - those 8 years olds running around being a direct result of it. no wonder there are so many of them)

me and mum were perfectly happy to zone out in the orange glow, but my dad is a regular Martha Stewart (or maybe not). he doesn't look the type, but he ran around adjusting and moving the candles so that the lizard on the wall could see what it was eating.

speaking of eating, we had to go out for dinner. we went to OU phase 2 (ha, that rhymes) punye new foodcourt. the western food corner wasn't very good. also, one of the trees in the indoor waterfall display thingy fell over as we were eating. it was on the lower ground floor lah, and we were on the second, so all we saw was a tangle of leaves crashing down. very dramatic. excitement in suburbia, as it were, though not the type involving leaf-clad hunks, eh? eh?!

later on, we took a drive around the neighbourhood to look at the trees. TNB weren't kidding!

most of the huge, dunno-how-many-feet-tall-but-damn-bloody-tall trees along one road had been uprooted, exposing their shallow, wide-spreading roots, among which cats lurked (why ah?). the asphalt had come up with their unfortunate tenants, reminding me of the crusty layer that chocolate cake sometimes has.

the police and the municipal council had come out in force (er...) and had actually blocked off another road with their pickup trucks and a bulldozer. a bulldozer! further along that road, we saw that a fallen tree had actually destroyed a section of a condo's compound wall.

addition - it was like a scene from a disaster movie. the power only came back at 1 a.m.

05 April 2004 10:15 a.m.
destined for single-hood?

i read somewhere that if you share your birthday with someone, then you and that person are meant for each other. my one sure shot at true lurve and Claudia Schiffer and Sean Connery are born on 25th august. we could have a sandwich, i guess.

i bought 2 kurta thingies from OU yesterday. well, the kurta-s i've seen are longer than what i have, so i'm not sure what they're called. but it just shows that the reject shop carries nice(r) stuff now.

also, we had lunch at thai nudie nudle house. the grammarian in me resisted the urge to point out that 'yaki soba' already means 'fried noodles' and they didn't have to write it as 'stir-fried yaki soba noodles (dry)'.

it tasted hot and sweet and the noodles were luscious and smooth. i've never used 'decadent' to describe food before, but now's a good time to start. it was redolent with taste, ahahaha.

Raikonnen didn't finish. wakakakaka! serves him right for shoving that race marshall aside in sepang when the fella was just doing his job.

speaking of bullies, did y'all see what Lehmann did to (Cristiano) Ronaldo in the FA cup semi?

no, not like that, you sick fucks.

forgot to add this - we saw a salsa performance at OU as well. the dancers were total stereotypes of what dancers are supposed to be like! there was also a fashion show and... i don't understand fashion.

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