The SPAM war has started...

Tuesday night at dinner, I proposed this fantastic idea to SPAM each other in verse. Of course, every laughed at my suggestion, dismissing me and it as "stop trying to be like all smart and stuff". Idiots.

Wednesday morning, in my inbox, I find a plethora of SPAM (surprise, surprise), all done in rhyme. So this is my response (and I'm posting Ken's counter, I hope this juxtaposition reveals how dorky he really is!)

"It's so funny how last night
When I asked everyone to write
Our SPAM in rhyming composition
You all laughed at my proposition!

Thus, you can imagine my surprise
This morning, I found in email replies
An abundance of verses in rhyme
Because y'all have too much free time!

From your Prez, "good work, little minions"
And I should mention, it is my humble opinion,
Andy's rap was by far the most superior
Even if he has a God-motivated ulterior!

Sigh. Its sad that this must end here
Because it's lunch time my dears.
And the tennis beckons from the tele
So au revoir, chat later. Love Smelly!

-Lynn (FFL President)

The response from Ken:

"Now that rap war has started
which is quite lucky since I just farted,
Out of the smokey abyss
U will feel the fury hit you like my fist

Yes I must agree
it is quite funn-ieee
how you can be such a nerd
by starting your rap war with the word "Werd"

Why must you be so dorky
with the rest of your rap being quite porky
that I could eat it up just like that
but being a womans weight, it may contain too much fat

And then there is the claim about the "idea"
you came up to rhyme emails, in fear
that people would find that the almighty Shorty
came up with that idea at eight-fourty

However I do not believe in taking the limelight
as I like to spread the load as with my fight
still the very end i die wonder-ing
if I will ever stop shit-stirr-ing

So i pass the light to the next contender
to step up just like that dude in "the pretender"
to get wiggity whacked and get jiggy widdiit'
as long as they bring-it'"

And thus, began the rap SPAM war.
Bring it!

Tennis Frenzy

I am totally ecstatic, ridiculously fan-girl giddy, over the tennis at the moment. I seriously think it's the highlight of my otherwise prosaic year. Unfortunately, due to full-time work this year, I was unable to take any time off to assist at the Sydney International (I refuse to use the title "medibank international"! So lame). But I did get lovely calls from the staff there throughout the week, just to update me on the scores, the gossip behind the scenes and of course, Moya (affectionately known as tag dag). ;)

"Moya Moya, He's my Boya". That's a sign that a devoted fan designs for Carlos every friggin year since like 1999. She's genuinely very sweet, if not a tad obsessed. One year (maybe 2002?), I had to ask him to autograph this book she had made, a comprehensive collage of news articles, interviews, promo pics. He looked slightly perturbed but joked about it. He's so cool, if I were like a tad bit older and less deathly-afraid of taking flights, I would totally become his tennis ho! ;) So very lamentable that he bowed out in the first round of the Open.

I leave for Melbourne tomorrow night with Pat and Clyne as travelling companions. Oh my gawd, Pat has a deafening snore and Clyne hogs the bathroom incessantly. He has more beauty products than I do. *sigh* How wil I survive?!?

Tips for the Aus Open: Federer (he's one of my favourites, almost rivalling Edberg as my favourite ever player. I mean, Lendl was great in his time but he was such an arsehole.) and Serena (The Williams sisters are great).

[In other news, how screwed up are the ALP. They're not my Party of choice but still, I'd like to see a credible Opposition. It's time to move Left and get behind Gillard. My optimism shining through once again)

A time for reflection...

Many things happened in 2004, to say I was ill-prepared for most of them is an understatement. Now I find myself at the beginning of 2005, it presents itself before me: new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands. I face it with some trepidation but also with excitement.

These are my resolutions (in no particular order):

- move into a new place and live by myself
- get out of Sydney and out of the country, at least once
- be a better sister, a better daughter, a better aunt, a better friend, a better person (because I stretched myself much too thinly in 2004 and this is the year for making amends)
- do more volunteer work and be more appreciative of my life
- spend less time analysing and feeling the world’s weight on my shoulders, be less angsty and inject some much needed levity in my thoughts (!)
- go skinny-dipping
- read and write more
- enrol in external philosophy classes
- take up pilates and kick-boxing

Thoreau once said "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." This year, for a change from those 23 odd years of existence, I resolve not to step too far away.

Happy new year everyone!!

PS.
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