I have run out of wood shavings and Penny is wearing a peg on her nose.

I feel like taking cello lessons! And I'm getting very excited about it. I wrote to this place called Tanglewood and I'm going to go for a trial lesson before I decide. I've wanted to take cello for ages but no time, no money etc. Although i'm going to england in November (to stay with CANDY! Hooray!), and if I do get into it I don't know how I'd take my cello there to practice. Cello's are also very expensive, but oh well, we shall see. When I searched for "Cello" on Yahoo! Auctions, I got this picture of a roll of masking tape, with the enthusiastic caption, "CELLO TAPE! VERY GOOD CONDITION!" Gosh, I have bought quite a few used things off auction but it's a bit much to buy used sello tape, even without the spelling error.

Today was a bit of an odd day. First in the bus, I was sitting next to this suspicious character. He had twitchy eyes and an odd smell. After a while, when the bus was sailing past Kembangan MRT, he started ticking ala Captain Hook's crocodile. It was very ominous to be sitting next to a suspicious ticking character, and I suddenly felt very afraid that he would blow up and I would die! Two days into my diet, I would die. The injustice! He didn't explode in the end, however, he did continue ticking away until I reached my stop, while I became increasingly panicked and began telling myself that modern terrorists don't use alarm clocks tied to bombs anymore. A mystery.

The second odd thing was that my boy tuition student was quite merry today. He kept giggling at unexplainable things that I don't think he would have thought funny otherwise. And I'd laugh along, but I was never sure if I was laughing at the right thing, or if he'd just put pencil lead in my milo and was being pleased with himself. As punishment for making me uncertain of the object of my laughter, I made him practice pronounciation by saying "Pirates of the Carribean" over and over, faster and faster until it became "Carrots of the Carribean"

The third odd thing happened when I was swimming. To my horror, there was some kind of family reunion happening at the big swimming pool when I arrived there, but my desire to burn fat overpowered my desire to run for it, so I stayed and swam. To my second horror, there was this fattish kind of man who kept giving me the thumbs up when I swam to the end where the people were, and then saying "WAHHH YOU SWIM SO FAST" when I swam away. He didn't seem to get tired of saying it either, and after a while it got stuck in my head and i was chanting it to myself unconsciously as I did my laps. Irritating! I think he was not quite right, because his words were slurred and he had a goose expression on his face. Odd!

Peacekeeper take your time

Today I found the Albert Hall recording of Les Miserables for eight bucks. EIGHT BUCKS! Grab it before it's gone! It's at Music Junction at Plaza Sing. I also bought two Fleetwood Mac cds, but those weren't eight bucks, no, Precious, no indeed.

And of course, now I am listening! Lovely lovely lovely. My favourite is the track morbidly called Fantine's Death, but to be fair, it is about, well, Fantine's Death. Hooray for Ruthie Henshall! I have her and Michael Ball for eight bucks!

Musical talk: [about Wicked] ... it's a bit like a better High School Musical, which we try not to talk about on this show, of course.

Sorry hannah!

Meanwhile, watch this!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ud21pqKeSuw&mode=related&search=

and... this!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dPuKNECBmQ&mode=related&search=

and this song is nice too!...... but just close your eyes and listen to it because the close ups are like WHOA!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNv6cFUvU9s,