Test Post 1

This is just a test post, so i can see how the wrappers go around the various parts of the blog. Yes, it is killing me. So i'll cut and paste something from my blog first to eat up space ...

That sounds like the line of some cheesy B-rated movie. Like, Chicken Little's Great Adventure. Or, Timothy the Telepathic Teapot's Great Adventure. But no. It's mine. And it doesn't involve any form of ESP.

Its just plain simple, really. The undergroundsquare forums had been swarming with plans to go out. First we wanted a trip to Hartz. That was shot down as too boring. Then we named all the fast food stores in Kuching (which, mind you, isn't much), and that was shot down as too boring as well. Then we said, "Why have to be makan only?" (actually that was just Paul, he suggested sports, like running, swimming, B-ball. Y'know, the works. For a moment Judo even flitted across my mind, although i knew that's as impossible as the Telepathic Teapot gaining superhuman strength (come to think of it, that might actually happen, who knows with B-movies?))

So after that was shot down (swimming was the only viable sport that everyone enjoyed, but what if someone drowned?) Eating it was. If someone did choked on a drumstick we'll laugh at it for days to come, but if he was trashing in the water, shouting "BLOODY CRAMP!", i don't think we'd be laughing at it much. Ling might, since he laughs at the weirdest things, anyway.

The discussion continued to BBQs at people's houses. Nobody was quite willing to offer their houses to be ransacked, and that was canceled. Then we came up with the bright idea of movies. Eureka! Tay took over and very helpfully provided all the timestables and movies available. It was going to be either Narnia, or King Kong. 4 kids or 1 ape. Many animals in normal sizes or a few animals in XXXXL sizes. Hmm. What a choice!

It was the timetable that was the determining factor. Kenny had prefect duty in school. I had a meeting in church in the afternoon for the Christmas Party (360 kids - aargh). Sam and Wandkey had to convince the parents why exactly they were going out with about 5 boys. Their parents probably were thinking along the lines of a) gorup date or b) group rape.

Or perhaps c) sure to honest gathering for teens in the U.S forums, with lots of jokes and a nice movie plus lunch to boot.

Hmm. Kinda hard to explain. You get the picture.

So we held an MSN party, with everyone trying to work out the problems. Kenny decided to ask his SSP if he needn't go to school. I worked out if we went in the morning i could still make it to the meet, though late. Sam and Wandkey had to continue working on their parents. Nem was pretty cool about it all. So we manage to work out most of the kinks, which was running on a pretty tight schedule.

I checked the fourm the night before the outing day. All good and set to go. Perfect.

Next morning, when i had already reached there, i SMSed Kenny. He said (verbatim here): They say cancel.

Could you imagine the horror? We'd sacrificed, negotiated with a stupid, uncoorperative Cineplex girl over the phone, worked to get parents trust, and there i was, having no idea why they canceled. (Of course, i understood why later and knew it was just bad luck, or bad timing that led them to cancel that; perefectly understandable).

But at that moment, standing next to one of Wolverine's claws in the X3 poster in Star, i felt at a loss. What the heck should i do? Perhaps a minute of unsureness and rapid SMSing to Kenny. He was busy, doing a tour to visitors in St Thomas's. Okay, i'd better not call. So i left him a firm message to tell me what happened, and bought myself a ticket for Narnia. I was too sick of waiting and letting our efforts (or at least mine) go to waste. So there i sat, alone, early in the morning, in a cineplex.

I totally enjoyed the movie. Most of it, anyway - there was a very awkward moment when the girl behind me started to sob hysterically because Aslan the lion had died. Her boyfriend was consoling her and telling her the lion was just sleeping, so on so forth. Well, not actually sleeping, i wanted to turn back and say, but just ready to be resurrected. But i don't think that would've helped.

Owh well.