Just another manic monday ... but thoughts of having the next entire week off is invigorating my senses. Though I must admit that the idea of having to pay an amount close to $200 to play golf is inducing me to shit bricks a bit. Wah lauuu! Golf is such a bloody expensive sport. And once you become very good at it, it seems like the rule is that you have to become fat, cf. Laura Davies, Annika Sorenstam, Karrie Webb, John Daley.

Continuing with golf, some of you may know that Fiona, Sharlene and myself got some 'private' lessons last Friday evening. Yes there is reason why 'private' is in inverted comas, perhaps to influence readers to articulate 'private' in the seedy/suggestive kinda way. Our instructor apparently looks like Chris O'Donnell according to 2 of the 3 lesson-takers (note: I think he looks nothing like Robin), and well, he had a very very nice swing (no inverted comas). Evening panned out better than expected with a 'lovelly' (har!) sms to top it off! ;p teeehehehehehe.

What else, what else? Oh yes, visited the acupuncturist on Saturday. The treatment has given me mild relief (yay!), though I have been told that I have to return for further acupuncturing another 7 to 8 times. My calendar is not allowing this sort of dedication at the moment. Might have to clear certain dispensable activities. And it's not true that acupuncture doesn't hurt. Going to the physio tomorrow as well, you should feel how tight my neck/shoulder area is (yeah I'm just trying to scam a massage ;p)

More filming over the weekend, including the much anticipated Bollywood dance sequence. Man! We didn't even dance that much and my legs are aching today ... so pathetic! Dancing with a helmet was rather testing. How are you meant to function if you don't allow the largest organ in your body breathe? And we know how above-average-sized my head is ...
Rowing for the 1st time in 4 weeks on Sunday afternoon - thank golly it was a light session.
Tiff's birthday party on Saturday night where I witnessed a mighty fine man. This is the first time in a long while that I have been unable to avert my eyes. All I can say is nicccccccccceeeeeeeee, very nicccccccccceeeeeeeee!

All this talk about Penelope Cruz induced me to dream about her last night. She was so upset over that nasty Tom Cruise, and I was trying to console her. I remember she had tiny hands! I guess it's because everybody is so anti-Penelope, and I kinda feel sorry for her. We all know it's Tom Cruise that is the common factor here.

Comments received thus far from my own brain-child commenting system are fraught with themes indicating the following:

I am perceived as incapable of generating anything creative and/or mildly technical, especially in the 'online' space (even though I play warcraft ... hmmm relevance? None.)

I am desperate enough to force people to leave comments.

'Copyright law does not exist in cyberspace'. I remember doing I.T law in 5th year uni and this was the motif that underscored the subject. Case in point being CHAD CHONG who has stolen my commenting system, and has not even bothered to slightly augment the design/format! ;p

I still do not understand the concept of daylight saving (the system is still under the assumption that it is daylight saving. Nearly every year, I have an argument with someone as they try to explain the concept ... but alas!

Keep them coming guys ... maybe without the "Marissa told me" bit ;p

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The day has mozied along at a school zone pace. Someone get me on the T3 lane to 5pm!
But I tell you what ... sometimes there is no better cure than laughter. Was laughing so much at lunch that I only felt the abominable neck/back pains twice. Yes! You can count that on 1 hand!
We (actually it was only me) were laughing at the name "Julia Gulia". I find it soooooo funny! Perhaps I should elaborate further by mentioning that Julia was to marry a man who's last name happened to be Gulia. Hence her married name would then become "Julia Gulia" *giggle* On an equally as ridiculous yet funny level, if I was to marry a man with the last name Kee, my full name would become Marissa Wong-Kee. Heheeehe.
Other names on the 'funny roll call' list include: Bun YIP and Wayne CARR. Please don't take offence if your name happens to be mentioned. But at least you aren't wonkee - har!

Watched 50 First Dates last night. The first 30 minutes was pretty sub-standard but it picks up slightly. It's not a fantastic movie but I am always a sucker for flicks like this. Actually the premise behind the whole film is quasi sad-ish. Although it was a funny movie, I couldn't help but leave the cinema a tad despondent. At least I got my dose of popcorn!

Hey do you reckon I should Cartoon-Marissa on my paddle? What a novel idea? Must research on how to create one of them water-proof sticker thingoes.

My parents have decided to romp away to one of their casino-holidays again. At least this time it is only interstate (Cairns). I only hope that when I am semi-retired, I have friends that are cashed up enough to invite me to foreign places to accompany them for a punt. I will be off to the Gold Coast during the Easter break. I will make sure we frequent Jupiters Casino purely to set a precedent. Ahhh, Jupiters Casino ....
Such memories of the time I first won money at anycasino, and of when my cousin approached one of the bell hops and said "You look like Tom Cruise but uglier". What a pick up line huh? Well we were pretty pubescent! She then unashamedly stalked him all the way to the pool ... hehehehe

I am starting to question whether my self-envisaged cartoon could possibly be similar, if not exactly the same, as what 75% of the Asian female population would project themselves as. Surely if you had to standardise the typical/'average' (hehe) Asian female, the end result would look daringly close to Cartoon-Marissa. It's like that episode where Homer discovered himself on a Japanese washing detergent packaging.

Rebex (it's all in the X ... much deadlier than RC) once drew this very very cool caricature of me (for my 21st invite actually). I had visions of turning that caricature into a global phenomenon (comparable to the Hello Kitty craze) but alas, luvoness is such an undesirable quality.

Was doing a bit of studying last night on "Professional Skills". Had to read this article about how the legal profession is notorious for using archaic language, illogical word order, complex grammatical structure and sentences of excruciating length. It then listed some bad drafting habits such as using synonym strings, doubling, passive instead of active voice etc etc. I think I am guilty of the entire list. This entire blog must be just completely WRONG. Perhaps this may be the reason why my blog is 21% EVIL muhahaha!

So what else has been happening? Some guy was fully bitching during mixed basketball just because I was 'tugging' his shirt. I say 'if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen'! Maybe he was just expressing his disgust at Cartoon-Marissa being non-placid. Well I don't care because he had B.O. Speaking of which (I do that too much), would you ever get up and walk away from your seat if the person next to you had bad B.O? At lunch today, I managed to sit next to someone with fairly bad B.O (perhaps I need to stop choosing the less-cooler types to sit next to). It was quite an ethical dilemma as the smell could have potentially put me off my food completely, however upping and leaving may have potentially hurt his feelings. Luckily for me, no such decision had to be made - he left about 7 minutes after I sat down. But it was touch and go for a few minutes there ...

Ooo ooo, got a bigger monitor at work! Woohooo .... thrills of the nation!
And 50 First Dates comes out today. Drew Barrymore is way cool. Here is the funniest quote from 'The Wedding Singer': "Julia's last name's gonna be Gulia. Julia Gulia. That's funny."

Am seeing an acupuncturist on the weekend. Hopefully he will relieve me from this bane of my life!