12 March 2004 1:35 p.m. let's talk about coolness - Wes Borland is, Fred Durst is not. Wes Borland is cool because he's not afraid to put stuff on his face and act like a berk because it's what the act calls for. Fred Durst is a berk because he does stuff he thinks is cool, but it, of course, not.
fish that jump over the Dragon Gate soon find fisherman who made up the proverb.
did you know that putting 2 balloons up your shirt, each inflated with 2 breaths, does wonders for your cup size? i'm talking from experience, so don't question me. :D
let's talk about animals - are fox-fur coats halal? why is it you see stray cats everywhere but step in dog shit instead?
let's talk about validation - i found Dina Zaman's blog yesterday and thought to myself, 'hot damn, she's still writing!' and left a note of appreciation in her comments box. fyi, my little grasshoppers, she used to write a column in the NST called Dina's Dalca, a 'dalca' defined as something that had a bit of everytihng in it. i think. it was a funny and incisive column, and then it suddenly disappeared. i grieved, because i'm pretentious like that. she came out with a book, but stupid me forgot the title and didn't know what category it was in, so i don't have it.
but back to the comment. i received an email from her today, asking about my identity, because the nickname i used is the name of an actual person. i think it spooked both of us, ha. so that's how i got an email from Dina Zaman and now feel that my existence has been validated in some strange, sad, abstract way.
this blog is in no way connected to the degenerate activity that goes on in Trainspotting.
11 March 2004 10:19 a.m.it's true - it wrote itself!
we haven't bought any sulphur yet.
it's supposed to keep snakes away, right, and my parents were talking about it the day the snake came a-visiting. but there is still no smelly yellow stuff scattered around the garden. what if...
i think paranoia is hereditary. my mother is a great worrier, and here i am blogging about snakes that might come in because there's no sulphur. but hey, between you and me and the minefields, snakes are okay.
yesterday was the little one's birthday. i say little cos he's the youngest in the family, but he's taller than me.
we didn't have a proper celebration because 3 of us were working and one (me) had an exam that left her so fucked-up that she yelled at her mother over the phone. i am very ashamed of myself.
so in the evening we went shopping for stuff for a make-do birthday dinnner (we're like that). i tell you, One Utama Phase 2 has everyone in raptures. my mom loves the fact that there's another hypermarket so near the house, and she won't have to battle traffic to go to Carrefour anymore, nor does she have to take the chance of being cheated at Tesco's because Giant is only 10 minutes away.
speaking of Tesco's, what made them think people would want a 24-hour hypermart? if i wanted to buy fucking condoms (haha!) at 4 a.m., i sure as hell wouldn't drive all the way there and park in the creepy carpark and take that lonely escalator ride up to those probably freezing cold shelves and have the cashier eyeball my purchase because i'm a morally decadent degenerate who will fill the world with my squalling offspring because the said condoms had expired.
but i wouldn't know and she wouldn't say and i would pay and go on my way.
and that's how you blame Tesco for the population boom and the rise in pre-marital and/or underage sex.
not only that, i think i'm probably unable to use condoms. latex allergy, you see. at least i think so. talk about being born to use the Pill.
so what has 7-11 done wrong? they have microwaves! and there will always be some roadside abang burger (burger vendor) ready to do business at 3 a.m., and even if there isn't (in malaysia!? surely not), there's always Lotus and Jasima et al.
speaking of food, we bought a pork knuckle at the deli. i thought it was nifty because they have a bone sticking out, which makes a handy handle, but mom wouldn't hear of buying one for each of us because they're sold by the 100 gramme, see?
the food court sent me into raptures though. teriyakigoldenroastedfrieddeepfried chicken beckoned from every corner. and don't forget the sushi. and the tempura stuff. and the vietnamese spring rolls.
09 March 2004 1:20 p.m.you know...
studying is a tiresome thing. there's nothing wrong with the acquisition of knowledge, but it all gets so fucking boring when it's something you must remember. and then there's the issue of sitting there and cramming your brain with facts to the point of saturation - the hardest part is the beginning, to actually sit down at the desk and read.
after that, it's hard to leave your seat. but before you cheer for the obvious victory that diligence has won, ask yourself this - is it momentum or inertia keeping you in that chair?
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gonna find me some John5 pictures, oh yes.
sent the car for service this morning. there are some fine-looking mechanics out there. the one i saw had a ponytail and, amazingly, rosy cheeks! plus, his hair hadn't been dyed. if you've seen any malaysian mechanic, or a chinese mechanic, for that matter, you'll know that one with natural black hair is a rarity indeed. it doesn't mean, however, that i plan to kidnap him.
people grumble about not having broadband. yes, downloading songs is a pain, and the connection takes aeons, but think about it, dial-up teaches you moderation. *puts on old fogey voice* back in the old days before we had broadband, i didn't go on 3 hour indulgences!
but i'll be kicking and screaming before i use dial-up again, ha!
was listening to the Antichrist Superstar album to bolster my spirits for the study-marathon. i'd forgotten how fierce they are.
i have a pharmacology exam on wednesday - i'm trying to forget about it.
my 2 sen on Sepp Blatter - he sucks.
05 March 2004 8:44 a.m.why, yes, i am a nerd who sits in a darkened room dreaming up conspiracy theories about herself.
why shouldn't i believe that Big Brother isn't reading my blog? look at this! i meant the Onmyoji bit, naturally. what are the odds of it being screened in Australia about a week after i wet myself over it? has it been a week?
it's as if someone read those entries and said, "hm, maybe she's on to something, instead of being on something."
04 March 2004 7:21 p.m.therapy, thy name is -
*still self-indulging*
the more self-pity i feel, the more juvenil the contents become. behold -
stuff
how could Brad Pitt supercede the excellent-ness that is Tony Leung? i felt like i knew him when i read that interview last night, ahaha.
i'm not going off the rails.
for peace of mind/the worst fic ever/what James Iha and Joerdie White (nee Twiggy Ramirez) have been up to/morons alive!/really random/the second best thing out of Portugal since Luis Figo. or not.../for gawking/more gawking, don't mind the colours, or the PG rating/re: Figo obssession/fuck off and die! yeah, i mean you! available in spanish as well/aww... isn't that cute?/Mansai Nomura - the man, the enigma. cos i don't understand anything here/Lord of The Ring/freaky stuff and... stuff/animated cuteness. i can't help it!/more raul goodness, but in spanish
