03 April 2004 10:28 a.m. spending my paycheck before it comes in... 60 euros. 60 EUROS!!! 57 euros from amazon france. kinokuniya can't source it because i don't have the isbn number. the title - Les Dieux du Stade: Le Libre. maybe i got the title wrong the first time. fucking RM400... it's worth a pair of full-priced Doc Marts, that. i bought a new toothbrush. we were pawing through the racks at the pharmacy (we go to the phramacy for fun cos we're cool like that), and i'd picked out this yellow and blue toothbrush but it didn't look right. then i saw The One. it was orange and blue (like holland and france, respectively), has thumb grips (or whatever they're called) and is curvy enough to put any Playmate in the shade. it looks like it was designed by Nike or something. the worst part is, it's just a toothbrush, but i keep expecting something special to happen. the picture of Frederic and Clement (see left) is certainly enjoying the attention at the forum. http://www.eurofoot.co.uk.tt/
i don't think they had this in mind when they came up with the megasale carnival
ignorance was bliss...
doesn't matter if you're straight or gay, it's gonna make you cry anyway.
note to self - order the book (DIEVX DV STADE - the book) and the dvd (Making of DIEVX DV STADE 2004).
can't get a grip, it tells of how the calendar (filled with naked french rugby players) was made.it rained twice yesterday. i was in the shower the second time the lights went out. all that stuff about taking cold showers is bullshit! 31 March 2004 5:43 p.m.this is not stiletto season
it's been raining every evening. torrents and torrents of good ol' dihydrogen monoxide beat down on skin and roof and man at 4 p.m., right on schedule. the circuit breaker goes off like clockwork and we are plunged into darkness, holding our breath with each flash of lightning and crack of thunder.
the sound of water rushing down the drain is no consolation because i know the cycle will repeat itself tomorrow.
31 March 2004 12:20 p.m.yeah
omg! Raúl and Mori dancing! to Las Ketchup, of all things!!! (or whatever the hell they're called...). it's a WMV, and they come on after those 3 people have finished nattering. hear Mori tell you what the girls were actually singing, see Raúl look adoringly at the boyf his best friend, say all of 'pilipili' (or whatever the hell is sung) and then giggle endearingly.
i need to change my pants. yes, pants, not shorts. damn you Raúl.
stupid. one semester of spanish and all i could catch was 'que' and 'tambien' and 'gracias'.
The United Airline's passenger cabin was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant who seemed to put everyone into a good mood as he served them food and drinks. As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and announced to the passengers, "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, lovely people, so if you could just put up your trays that would be super." On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed that a well dressed, rather exotic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines. I asked you to raise your trazy-poo so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground." She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess. I take orders from no one." To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country, I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Put the tray up, Bitch."
from FrenchBenj
30 March 2004 12:17 p.m.look!
the only reason i watch rugby. ooh lala indeed.
for some reason, i can't save the pictures. if anyone can tell me why and how i can get around it (short of a screen cap), i will be forever grateful.
*5 minutes later*
hurray for google! the french rugby team came out with a nekkid calendar and a 'the making of the nekkid calendar' dvd!!! from ohlalaparis. (titles were mine, for lack of coherence, heh)*some drooling and much uploading later*someone asked why my blog doesn't have many pictures... it's a blog, not a picblog. but i'm always eager to please, so...
PPS - malaysian friendster or just a coincidence?
back when i was a little grasshopper, i had the good fortune of attending a writing camp thingy called Writers' Bloc. i was in the second one that was organised, so it was called Writers' Bloc 2, naturally. we were thus known as Bloc-ers, of course. i was a stringer for that paper for a while, but things changed and i stopped writing. until now, muahahaha....
(actually, i got lost in the building when that department moved to another section. i took it personally, and haven't been back since. ... well, okay, i got lazy.)
SO, i was browsing blogs i found on PPS when i found Organized Chaos. the writer's name sounded familiar to me, so when i finally stopped looking at pictures of Kaká procrastinating, i sent her an e-mail asking as much.
and whaddaya know, she is who i thought she was!
so, to be cheesy, have the Bloc-ers have become bloggers?
Writers' Bloc 2, where are youuuuuuuuuuuu.
names i remember - Ee Lin, Evelyn, Damian (no stupid jokes please), Zain Amri, Wana, er... Smith... no, that's wrong. those are the names i remember anyway, in addition to Idlan. and mine.
extra memory - we were given name tags and me, being pretentious and juvenile, called meself Anne G.
Anne Shirley would have laughed at me.
in other news, my youngest brother emerged victorious from his very first district basketball game. half an hour ago, he went around the house making sure all of us knew. he's still doing it.
this is just a brain fart, but why can't world/political leaders have a go at each other one-on-one when they have issues with each other? it would save us so much drama and lives, and the news would focus on more important things, like the UEFA champions league.
c'mon, all the drama you need comes from reality tv anyway.
28 March 2004 7:06 p.m.RimaBabe Inc. (Ltd.) sallies forth!
the spoils - one pair of converse sneakers and two bootleg t-shirts. no bootleg Raúl jerseys for me - they were too large.
the sneakers are high cut, and weigh just right. i've given up on the Doc Marts. i realise they won't look good with what i wear. is okay, we shop another day.
note to self - me = men's size 6.
28 March 2004 6:02 a.m.blogging at half-time
the hardest thing about waking up at 4 a.m. to watch rugby is not waking up or staying up, but the hunger pangs that strike half-way into the first half. i don't want to eat cos it would mean brushing my teeth again, and i'm lazy like that.
i discovered blog review sites yesterday. i didn't write about that because i was still getting over my disbelief over their very existence. like, is there no limit to review whoring? the other thing is that the reviewers' grammar, spelling and content (which, naturally, formed the backbone of the reviews) weren't the hottest of the hot anyway, so why bother?
why i support the french rugby team - Frederic Michalak and Dimitri Yachvili. no, it's because they're underdogs. and because the way they play is smoother than england, even though they sometimes give away chances that make me swear in frustration.
no wonder the coaches have shiny heads. that's the one thing Bernard Laporte and Clive Woodward (you get a knighthood for winning the rugby world cup? damn) have in common.*one hour later*
france won 24 - 21! man of the match - none other than Mr. Yachvili for scoring 19 points all by his scrawny little self. there were moments when i was afraid for him, because some of the other players were easily twice his size, even if he is 6 feet tall (!).
Michalak makes me feel funny when he winks.
bonus fact - Figo's voice is as sexy as i imagined it to be in the Olé nike footie ad.
i will try to sleep after posting this.
27 March 2004 10:07 p.m.can't think of a title
i was looking through my very first few entries just now. in 2002, i was extremely ignorant, with generous helpings of self-belief and lashings of self-righteousness. hopefully, now i'm less ignorant and inclined to keep my opinions to myself.
i'm being sincere here. the least you could do is keep a straight face.
i found this - some Nike footie thingy. just follow the instructions and choose 'watch ad' or something like that. it's worth the time waiting for it to load and buffer and all that. honest!
have watched The Passion. it was well done, but the motivation for making the movie itself remains unclear. my mum thought i was very touched by it cos she saw me hiding my face in the cushions. shit no, i was hiding my face cos i didn't want to see no damned nails getting pounded into no Son of Man's hands!
it doesn't matter if Jesus was a prophet as the muslims say or if he was the SoM, there is never enough reason to make a movie where the lead character bleeds enough to die several times over.
this is not detracting from the performances at all, but really, it kinda cheapens things. though what things, i don't know lah, i'm still quite ignorant.
