12 April 2004 12:06 p.m. i swept out the porch just now. there was even grit on the roof of my car! however, the most interesting thing i found was a tiny little snail shell, its iridescent colour still visible in site of its size. on the roof of my car! the other thing that occurred to me when i was sweeping was the home science lessons we had in secondary school. if i remember rightly, we were taught the 'proper' method of sweeping. back then, it was a bother, but now, i have to ask - got such thing meh? in fact, we use vacuum cleaners now, so it should be considered redundant, innit? lessons should run along the lines of, "the narrow nozzle is for corners, and the 'high' setting is for torturing the cat." this bloody Ragnarok Online is a pain in the ass. did you know the NST spelled it 'Ragnorak' in their headline once? but anyway, this whole matter of collecting things to sell is pointless. might as well auction off your virginity for all the good it does. my friend has been forwarding lawak lucah (dirty jokes) to me and his other friends. they're lame but funny, but just now some party-pooper asked for it to stop. send that to the fella who forwards it to you lah, bangang, and don't cc it to the rest of the people on the list!
housework meditation
National Service news!
my friend's brother is in one of the camps right now, and he told her about a fight.
background - there are 3 batches of trainees now, and the first (pioneers) and third (current intake) batches are carrying out the same modules together (wherever they're placed lah).
so, 6 trainees from the third batch decided to have a go at one guy from the first batch (how can whack senior like dat???). so the victim went back to the dorm and told his fellow first batchers about it. so all 200 - 300 of them came out and had their go at the upstarts.
moral (which those poor fuckers didn't know) - don't mess with kids who've had army training. they've already bonded and look out for one another. ha.
on a sideneote, TNB are outside the house right now, taking down the mangled street lamp.
11 April 2004 11:37 p.m.oops, it happened again!
i was reading when it rained this evening. it always gets so cosy when it's like that, heheh. a sudden sound made me look out the window, and my myopic eyes registered the sight of leaves swirling helplessly in the air, buoyed by a crazed, malicious wind. nifty, i thought. a leafy green branch was blown onto the fence outside my window. the shockingly fresh scent of clorophyll filled the air. amazing.
upon closer examination, there was a piece of something lying on the ground, hardly the kind of thing you'd expect to find blown about by the wind. more on that later. then, like clockwork, the power went out.i watched till the birds felt brave enough to fly around again before mum came burbling about something that had happened when it had rained.
wind: 5+ damage -
1. trees lying across 2 points of our road, one of which had brought down a phone cable.
2. branches had been ripped off and had fallen onto an unfortunate van.3. one very distraught cow.
4. some mangled tv aerials.
5. a very unhappy van owner (there were huge red ants in the branches).
6. (most amazingly) the strut supporting the street-light outside my house had been blown against the lamp-post, and its cover had comes off, leaving it looking as if it had been decapitated.
i wonder if you can see it, all one of you who knows where i live.
we took a walk around the block to check out the carnage. if the aftermath of the previous storm reminded me of a disaster movie, this one was like one of those end-of-the-world things.
so, there were plenty of leaves strewn about on the road, and several large clay flower pots (you know the type) had been tipped over. someone's orchid frames had been broken as well. the black and silver plastic/metal/steel thingy that had been blown down into the backlane read read Telekom Malaysia 1999 (the phoneline providers). i still don't know what it is.
by then, the weekend warriors had begun arriving in their mpvs and suvs and bloody bmw 3 series (ya, me jealous. aren't you?) for their ego-soothing jog around the park or a trip to the night market. problem - the fallen trees fell in such a way that they had to make 3-point turns to go back up. it was very funny.
and then a TV3 cameraman showed up. i thought the reporter was a man until my brother told me that she wasn't. oops.
so we went to the mall for dinner and to buy some tea-light holders cos i didn't want to use saucers and bowls for that anymore. martha stewart went nuts choosing the lantern type and then tried to blame it on me! just so you know, the minimalist in me went for the flat glass plates, aight?
at home, we'd just lit the last candle when the power came back on.
11 April 2004 9:06 a.m.i can't believe i'm doing this
bukkake - a male, masturbatory free-for-all where they jack off onto a willing female's face. in spam, is commonly referred to in relation with 'man juice spattered freckles'.
keywords - mass masturbation, NO sex.
tulpa - thought to have originated from Tibet, it is the physical manifestation of the concentrated thoughts of several spiritual types, e.g. 'Jeremy Sumpter, Jeremy Sumpter...'. it's usually small, and comes with its own thoughts and personality (hence the need for spiritual types in its creation).
caveat - i have no idea what it's for, but there are many stories about tulpas taking on a 'malevolent, malignant appearance'. don't try this at home, kids!
madness, shmadness
you can keep your onions, we have durians!
everybody has a funny story to tell, but mine is actually funny, dammit.
scenario - me at the foodcourt, having to buy take-away, my brother can be greedy sometimes.
me: *goes to the noodle stall* hi!
noodle stall girl: hello, how can i help you?
me: you got large size ah?
her: oh, sorry, we only have small or big.
see what random clicking gets you?
of all the people to find on the internet, i find this, and discover that Riki has grown a ponytail. Friendster would never have imagined this would happen. but then i haven't heard hide nor hair of him (haha, so clichéd, it hurts) for, er... 4 years? give or take.
addedum (aka plug, plug!) - the first song off Man Without Form, Uncertainty, is certainly a sweet piece of work. i won't embarrass myself by unnecessarily and inadequately waxing lyrical over the strings and their arrangement.
i'll just say that, even though it's not the type of music i usually listen to, it's the sort of thing i'd listen to on a rainy day. a rainy day, mind, not a storm. it's the perfect acompaniment to the sound of rain gently tapping on your window (though it might also accompany your hailstone feast very well...). it's like a balm, but i'll stop being amazingly cheesy now. have a listen, and maybe i'll tell you about the time he entered that karaoke contest.10 April 2004 10:31 a.m.lessons in evolution - the result of ovulation
disclaimer - not related to me in any way whatsoever.
cattiness - Kate Moss has cellulite. and then you watch the White Stripes's I Don't Know What To do With Myself video and forget that, and just gawp. it's all in the eyes, see.
Snoop Dogg sounds really cool in Starsky & Hutch, but he always does.
hey, look, it's Pete Teo's blog! i haven't heard his music, honestly, but sincere writing is usually a winner.
10 April 2004 8:42 a.m.Bangsa Malaysia 101: enhanced
well, not enhanced - i really can't think of anything that doesn't revolve around burning and pillaging right now, followed by equal distribution of the spoils. can you tell i read Utopia last night?
however, i do realise that my non-thoughts centre around race and religion. maybe it's because, at some deep, sub-conscious level, i believe them to be the cause of the issue.
*insert obligatory reference to Utopia*
pride was what people had to overcome to live the utopian life. so maybe we should take some R&R from R&R. you saw that coming, didn't you?
those questions should also be asked in schools, because you know the saying, right? out of the mouths of babes and fools.
here's another - wise men make proverbs and fools repeat them. :D
should i admire Courtney Love? she epitomises rawk and all it stands for e.g., she got that plastic surgery and doesn't care what people think of her. on the other hand, she cared what people think of her, because if she really didn't care, she would have just worked on her music and gone on smearing that lipstick to piss people off. on the other hand, isn't rock about being real and fallible, after showing people what you are capable of?
so, you've all heard Hilary Duff's Come Clean right? trainspotter that i am, i want to ask if there's a double entendre (ya, i know multi-syllabic words!) when, in the bridge bit, she sings, "i'm... coming..."
does she write her own lyrics?
09 April 2004 3:51 p.m.Bangsa Malaysia 101?
prompted by an email from The Resident (resident of what?). it's not fair to ask me these things because, for one, i've never thought about them (unlike the other recipients, probably), and for another, i'd rather waffle on about the reasons/event that prompted the questions. the whole 'what have we come to?' scenario appeals to me more than explaining the 'why'.
okay, i'll try.
*2 hours later*
this is harder than i thought. i read the Jeff Ooi piece that started all this, but it all sounded like inconclusive rhetoric. I AM NOT SORRY FOR SAYING THIS.
(going off on a tangent here, i think it's hypocritical when people say, 'sorry lah, your opinion sucks ass.' they're not sorry, i think they just don't want to listen.)1) How do you define Bangsa Malaysia?
malaysians who don't trot out the usual lame-ass spiel about how all (three) races in malaysia co-exist in perfect harmony when a camera is stuck in their faces and they're asked what makes malaysia so great. talk about something else. like, 'oh, we only have 10 muggings a month in KL compared to NY's 50. malaysia kicks ass. go, malaysia!' things like that.
2) What does Bangsa Malaysia mean to you? Does it affect you in any way?
honestly, it sounds like a schmaltzy, feel-good type of campaign that is likely to make bile and cynicism rise in my throat. or a recruitment drive for something i will automatically distrust.i couldn't think of any feel-good answers.
3) What are the criteria, in your opinion, for a Bangsa Malaysia?
race? only on a track.
4) Do we need a Bangsa Malaysia?
sure, if only so that i don't have to run between different groups of people anymore. people are so stupid - we all have 46 chromosomes (give or take), who cares about your damn colour.
5) Do you want a Bangsa Malaysia?
not sure, but if it means less stereotyping, okay. it sounds like a lot of work though, like national service on a, well, national scale. maybe there will be boot-camps where the facilitators prod people and say things like, "there's no such thing as 'too old for this'!" let's all ditch work and take a month off to do this!
6) How do you think we can best achieve the creation of a Bangsa Malaysia?
i have no idea, but a friend thinks that abolition of chinese and tamil schools is a start. because then kids of different races would mix freely (actually, it sounds like animals bred in captivity being released into the wild, but that's just me). in practice, however, i think adults would complain (we are losing our heritage!!!), and the kids would end up segregated anyway.
tv would be a good place to start. sitcoms should go, because they perpetuate stereotypes. comments like, 'chinese are good at math, right?' should be met by a cold glare and a swift put-down. or maybe a sarcastic eye-roll, if it's your friend who says that.
also, my parents won't talk about *drumroll* 13 may 1969. maybe BM wouldn't be such a lofty goal if the incident wasn't so taboo. why is it easier to talk about rape than race?
this is going nowhere. i'm sino-bidayuh and can look like a person from any asian country (ha). i slip into different groups with the greatest of ease, so i'm not the best person to answer these questions. but since that involves being judged on my looks, the issue is still bloody there, isn't it?!
people always ask, 'oh, you speak chinese ah?!' when i do just that, and look at me like the 8th wonder of the world. i always reply with, 'no, i ordered in chinese just to toy with you get it, you moron.'
there are too many ignorant people out there, so (*gets all inspired and optimistic*) education is the key! and not some stupid campaign that lasts a month before the paint peels off the bandwagon.
i also have issues with being politically correct. what a load of bull excreta. but that's another entry.
i also have a question - what do activists do other than raise awareness and call for action and get arrested? no really. i keep seeing that in the papers. that, and the, 'activist group calls for more action/measures/research/analysis into the issue'.
