Noted on the toilet door:

DO NOT SQUAT!

It will be dangerous to squat.
It will be embarrassing when people come to rescue you.

Bomba people will be called.

(cartoon of man with a foot stuck in the toilet bowl being carried out by the fire dept)

Well, that's not verbatim, but... maybe I'll take a pic the next time.

I think I try to cram too many things into one Sunday. Or maybe I am too last minute a person.

So far, nanowrimo + vox prac + body jam + vox class = quick run through, maybe 200 words and being late. 

So it's four-ish in the afternoon and I think I need to get some wordcount down before dinner. 2012 maybe after that.

I spend a lot of money when the elephant comes home

Meh.

Goals for the day: at least another 2k words, then maybe the book review. 

We'll see how it goes.

It's funny how my blog turns into something like a journal when I'm doing nanowrimo. Have too many words to spew out in the novel to think of anything funny and interesting to say.

Maybe I'll post an excerpt. Hm, yes. 

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“Ah Girl!” he called as he entered the apartment (With the L appropriately not pronounced, in the typical Chinese-school way – something like… 'ah girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr' ).

(Ok, that was rather random, but I liked that bit )

(8 more days, 15k to go. Time to buck up.)

(My writing's normal curve ends at about 30k. For some reason. I'll be a short novelist, I think. But some classic novels are quite short at any rate. Argh. Okay. Time to write.)

(I wish twitter weren't so distracting.)

(Bye now. Really. Yes. Bye.)

*post*

I say: the continuing saga of anna vs cockroach

t says: and it seems the cockroach always wins

I say: there was a huge one in the hotel bathroom
I say: NO I KILLED IT!!!!
I say: SMASHED FLAT!!!

t says: haha
t says: is it stuck on the floor

I say: haha
I say: no no it's in the dust bin
I say: which i'm so paranoid i still occasionally check to make sure it hasn't disappeared
I say: lol

t says: right
t says: lol
t says: if there is one
t says: there might be more

I say: i knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I say:
I say: do u think i should ask the hotel staff to spray the room now.??
I say: but then afterwards can't sleep cos of the smell
I say: hai.
I say: i hate this  

t says: hmm
t says: no point asking for a change room also
t says: lol u just have to get over ur fears

I say: haha
I say: the problem with this fear is that it's irrational
I say: so it's hard to try to talk myself out of it

You know what's worse than missing someone?

It's when you can't tell the person you miss him. In fact, you can't tell anyone.

Expressing your emotions will not change anything, instead, it might make things worse.

But within you, there's a constant blubber, you just want to let it out, tell someone, anyone.

But no one will understand. And even if they do, how can they help?

So you take a deep breath and swallow it with a gulp,

Sway with the motions of the day.

Then you return home, and regurgitate,

Into the world wide web.

Probably does not help. (it may even make things harder)

But at least now it's out there.

Somewhere.

I will be away in Sungai Petani from Monday to Friday.

Pray for internet connection. (HAHA)

No nanowrimo updates today, 0 wordcount for the day. Boo

Am loving #amwritingparty peeps on twitter though. Lots of love and motivation  

But am enjoying Andrew Kooman's book -  Ten Silver Coins: The drylings of Acchora. 

If I'm bored enough in SP, besides enormous wordcount, you'll get a review. 

We'll see.

Okay, so good news and bad:

The word count is well above the daily target despite the 3 non-writing days this week.

This weekend is messy with stuff, and apparently I'm on duty. Hm.

I'm going to be in SP next week and may not have internet access. Ugh. 

The writing is slow today, mainly because I'm distracted and I don't really know where I want the story to go.

On the other hand, I now have fairies in my story!

I wanted to work on the script, but haven't. Should probably look at it now. 

Oh malasnya...

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I had a random conversations post brewing in my head, but I can't remember anymore.

I was looking for flights on Tiger Airways, and this is what I saw under the terms and conditions. It absolutely cracked me up!

Infants under two (2) years of age at the time of travel, who do not occupy an aircraft seat are only charged S$40 or A$40 per infant per one way journey.Infants are not required to pay taxes and charges and do not qualify for any baggage allowance.

Oops.. now that I re-read it, it's not as funny anymore. Cos in skimming it, I think I mistakenly read it as: "infants do not qualify as baggage allowance". Ok, nvm.. no more baby jokes. Apparently I am known for the baby jokes, though not the gruesome ones that you hear normally. But some *ahemmy exflatmates* might beg to differ.

Anyhow, I had dinner with a few other cafe people at pastor's place, and heard about how this couple (who were there at the dinner) met each other and eventually got married. The guy, a Kiwi went on an OE to Europe, and was in Italy when he met the girl, an American who was studying classics there. They met in the Vatican! In the presence of the Pope, not quite. But she did point out that she was blessed by the Pope, along with a thousand other people though. Being a pope must be quite boring, or maybe i don't know enough about what he does. But back to the story, the boy then tagged along with the girl, and travelled with her, and then basically decided, after knowing each other on that short period of time, that if they wanted the rship to work, they would have had to commit to something. So they did a bit of a long distance together, and then eventually she moved to NZ, and they're married now. Crazy right? Only thought these stories existed in novels or in chick flicks or romantic movies.

Alright, it's 11.50pm, gotta hit the sack. Flatmate and I are keeping each other accountable, to get to bed early and rise early leading to a healthy lifestyle! =)

A very productive day, this. Am happy.

Gaze at my word count in awe, I wrote 4k words in 2 hours. Yay, me!

Now I'm hungry.