11:15 a.m. - 2004-06-26
Bird-brain? I Dont Think So
i've never been to a country club before so as you can imagine i was beyond curious to know what it was like. well i guess its sort of like a small hotel in a way. not much different really. hmmm
ok you're probably wondering what i was doing at a country club. well, i was invited over to spend the day (well the weekend - overnight - but my parents are anal)with Clarice and her family on account of this being her 21st birthday weekend. it was fun.. the room was lovely and they had a table perfect for writing hehe... so you had these two girls sitting at it and scribbling furiously in their books.. lol! ah the joys of being a writer. mwahahahaha!
twas also nice cos right outside was this little artificial pond/stream thingy. lots of fish. anyways, that was where i saw something that totally fascinated me...
there were some kids in the next room who came out and threw some bread into the water to feed the fish. as they finised this little fisher-bird (no its not a Kingfisher) flew down and saw what they were doing. after the kids left, C and i stood real still and watched the bird. it flew over to our side of the stream-thingy, went down to the water's edge and fished out a piece of bread in its beak.
now we thought it was going to eat the bread. Primus, no. it put the piece of bread further into the water in an attempt to attract the fish. everytime the bread began to float away, it would fish it out and put it back in the place it wanted. and the bird tried this at several points. each time, after it placed the bread, it'd sit really still and wait for the fish to come and start eating the bread. then it strike and catch a fish.
slagging amazing! now who said birds were stupid. i was so fragging in shock! =)
Clarice found a turtle. it swam over to us, its way of saying Hi i suppose, and then C goes and picks it up and starts examining it. LOL! boy the turtle must have been ticked off. haha..
we were taken to Swensens for dinner. man i always feel a little uncomfortable when people take me out to an expensive cafe or restaurant. still the food was nice and dessert was even better! Oreo cookies and cream ice cream cake.. damn that was good.
sometimes i'm just apprehensive about meeting pure-blooded families. y'know, pure-blooded Chinese or Indian or Sinhalese.. it always makes me feel... odd, i guess.. esp when they ask me what other language i speak. Primus i'm too mixed to be able to choose a 'mother-tongue' as some call it. sometimes i feel like saying Sindarin or something just to end the topic.
and the other question.. "Where are you from?" GAH! i HATE that one. cos where do i even begin?! i mean just cos i was born somewhere and grew up somewhere, doesnt mean i'm FROM there. again i wish i could say 'i'm from Earth' or something but then people would think i'm being rude or stuff like that. i guess some people will never understand what its like to have no one fixed culture as such.
in other news... i've decided not to take the modelling job. Thor warned me that it might be a scam to make money and i trust him with my life so.. yea. also i think i still owe my Sundays to God, after all, i have 6 other days to do what i want. besides, i do love to sing more than i like showing off my appearance.. and honestly i think i do sound better than i look.
so thats that.
today i'm off on another book-buying spree. man i need to curb the spending but ah heck, money or books? no question on who'd win.
