30 January 2004 12:29 p.m. <--- the cosplay pics are up again. i don't know why you're interested. click on Raul and Figo over there.
more soon
Roberto: c'mon.
Ronaldo: no.
Roberto: please?
Ronaldo: no!
Roberto: aw... even those two are doing it.
Raul and Figo: and one and two and step.Pires/Henry. am hyperglycemic. long read but worth it. aw... go on.Fallen for back? Fallen back for? Damn it! English grammar never had been his strong point.
first impressions are not a guarantee of continued quality
i have a rash! eek. the worst thing is that i don't know where it came from! eew. this TMI is too TMI for even me! :D
the debate is over and done with, but i still want to boot my classmate through a window, the git. it was a staged debate, get over it already! on the other hand, since Dr. Marts are as expensive as they are, it's prolly a bad idea.
all this time i've been silently mourning the dearth of footie slash (because Raul/Figo is righteous and destined; and Ruud/Rio is a MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN)... and then i am given a reason to be happy again. go and see! the mod's icon is Figo!
26 January 2004 6:40 p.m.i feel for your paws. i was apologising to mice!
since i'm already typing, i might as well talk about the practical we had today. we had to measure the pain-sensitivity of mice that had or hadn't been administered pain-killers, in this case, MORPHINE (ahaha) and aspirin.
i smell like a rodent and did you know that they're bitefun-sized mice? with huge gonads!
but that's not the point. the point is that while we were timing the mice' (mice's? mouses'? fuckit fuckwit) reaction, a classmate just keeled over cold. that was helluva lot more interesting than catching mice.
and, just when i was thinking it was a good thing i didn't tell the story of my senior getting bitten by a mouse, one bit my friend, showing its indignance at having had to dance on a hotplate. that is the only time i've ever heard him swear. my friend, that is, not the mouse.
i couldn't find John Frusciante's Sound of Water today. aww... i will console myself with Throw Away Your Television. that is such a baby-making song.
23 January 2004 1:53 p.m.i wish...
i could take pen and notebook into the throne room. but then again, what's stopping me?
while watching the video for Burn Burn by the Lost Prophets, i realised that i shouldn't ever get a tattoo. the reason is that i would consider the tattoo as a form of cover, and then i would feel compelled to get more so that i may be completely covered, and after that happens, i would most likely start walking around naked, because i would be clothed in ink, as it were.
i don't know what this means.
watched the 1968 Romeo & Juliet. what happened to Olivia Hussey (not 'hussy', ok!) and Leonard Whiting after that?
22 January 2004 2:54 p.m.o, the cleverness of me!
it's true i haven't commented on the latest sexual assault-murder case here, because everything that will be said has already been said before, and only TV Smith can say it better.
oh, the tragedy. there is a Pitch Black mary sue out there!!!! right after i found out that Vin Diesel is on 5'7" too. that makes him shorter than Tom Cruise but taller than Roberto Carlos.
i will wear my red Bananamoon pants to ward off the potential nightmares.
watched Dead End and Peter Pan yesterday in an attempt to stay out of the 'rents way as they prepared for the big ol' family pre-CNY reunion dinner thingy. i was hoping not to get stuck with the plate duty, e.g. drying, setting out, arranging, preparing the veg for the steamboat (steamboat!).
i'm good at culinary artisticity, ha.
what i'm not good at is avoiding small creatures. i was dumping the veg into the basin to rinse, right, when something jumped out of the greens. upon closer examination, i found that it was an itty bitty frog! from the box! and it was STILL ALIVE.
so now you know that the stuff from Cold Storage in Mutiara Damansara is that fresh.
about Peter Pan... am i a pedophile for fancying Peter Pan? he may be 10, but he's lived for ever so long. just as long as we know that it's not Jeremy Sumpter, the actor whom i want to shag admire.
notice how i didn't say anything about Dead End? that's because it was a fucking freaky scary stylo-milo doom-fest that had an ending that made us all go, '@#$#@%#$%#$@!'.
exactly, the same way we felt about Ju-On. full marks for doing my head in with its cleverness.20 January 2004 6:08 p.m.scabrous me!
You have wings of STEEL. You are a time bomb waiting to explode and create some destruction of your own.
i'm officially living in the Twilight Zone
there were these 2 UNESCO types at the department today, wanting to conduct a survey about the number of females in tertiary institutions. since i had nothing to do, i went along with it. it was only half-way through the thing when i realised that the french fella was very fine. in fact, he reminded me of Robert Pires :)
but he got no points for asking us if we planned to work after we graduated. he must have seen the great big 'duh!' forming over all our heads, hehehe.
but points aplenty for dark, curly hair ala Mr Bloom and dark brown eyes like RH. hur.
16 January 2004 6:56 p.m.black friday?
1) i am a very bad presenter. i'm not being modest, i get the most severe stage fright and talk with all the confidence of Elmer Fudd when he discovers that Daffy is holding the gun. the irony is that i don't mind acting, i just hate presenting and wish we can all communicate by telepathy.
no, the physio didn't go well, but that is to be expected from a procrastinator like me. and apparently the examiners were fiercer than they were yesterday. still...
2) i've seen ROTK! it's called ROTK because Tolkien knew that ages later, i would be here yelling, 'ROTK is soooo gay!'
because it rhymes.
aw... Pippin and Merry's separation and subsequent aw-inducing reunition (eh?).
Gandalf is so ooh. i wonder what else he can do with that staff.
3) (the best is saved for last) sat with RH in japanese class today.
!!!
i thought i was over it, as far as crushes go, but nooo, the girl i usually sit with, G, was ill, hence the empty seat. so he walked in, and was about to walk right by when i said, 'come sit here!'
sweetie that he is, he asked about G, cos she's friends with him too, and i got to say - 'she's ill for real!' LAME.
so then, he's so gorgeous up close. great skin and all that. i know it was never his intention to have deep, dark eyes that draw you in likethat with a mere glance, but he does, so he must deal with it. that's quite scary, innit?
if i celebrated chap goh mei, i'd throw the orange at him instead of in the water.
