23 April 2004 11:10 p.m. my johnson & johnson's baby bath comes with a warning to 'use under adult supervision'. i am one. age-wise, anyway. does it mean i have to get someone aged 21 and above to watch me when i shower to make sure i don't eat the stuff or what? do i get to choose? i hope so. i want that guy (see picture).
one thing -
injustice - the man no longer plays guitar for Marilyn Manson (because saying "he doesn't play Marilyn Manson's guitar anymore" would be wrong on many levels).
also, Hugh Jackman as Van Helsing deserves all the thumbs up possible, as well as the award for 'pants-droppingly handsome' for that amazing imitation of Tarzan/George of the Jungle in the trailer. and, (i'm very happy about this) he has better hair than Kate Beckinsale.
23 April 2004 9:21 a.m.things to do on a thursday afternoon
my first visit to UM in nearly a month (to get my result transcript) and it rains. and i get stuck in the building cos it's impossible to run out to my car. i going again today, show me whatchu got!!! *tempts fate*
i have no idea what my result transcript is supposed to do. well, okay, it's your varsity brains in a nutshell, and it looks nifty, but there's no 'tear along the dotted line' bit you can send off for a gift.
('free gift' is redundant because a gift is already free, unless they're implying it's a thingy with purchase, in which case it still won't make sense)
i hung out in the lab, waiting for the rain to stop, and had some Rammstein songs translated for me. that's why my tutor rules. from now on, i will never be able to look at the singer without thinking, 'Zweiter'. heheheh. the lyrics are actually very lovely, really.
i chatted with a former classmate, and found out that somebody tried to shit on her honours project (not literally lah) by throwing away the raw material she needed for an experiment. how childish can you get? it's not as if the other person's project will influence yours, or the opinion your supervisor or that of the examiners. if anything, they might be sympathetic, and when they find out it was you, then where will you be?
(when i say 'former classmate', it's not like they were held back or i was a whiz kid who blasted through the course, it just means i've accumulated enough credit hours [and results] to graduate, while they opted to do their research project after they'd completed the theory bit.)
also, i asked tutor about tesco's crappiness, and she said it's always like that, and people who do shop there, i.e. her, have no other choice, even with another hypermart across the road. the traffic would make you regret it, you see.
21 April 2004 7:51 p.m.*caps*
hurray for screen-captures. i didn't know it can be done on powerpoint oso mah... we somehow don't have microsoft paint. oh, Fred!
*cap cap cap cap cap*
i inadvertently traumatised my brother when he caught sight of Fred in his birthday suit. hahahahaha. good. that oughta teach him to read over my shoulder.
hm, what else? oh yeah, Liz is going to watch this weekend's game LIVE AT OLD TRAFFORD. no biggie.
*2 hours later*
WHAT ELSE - The band has decided to part ways with guitarist John 5 as recording sessions for the next album begin. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you mofo! serves me right for not reading regularly. now i actually have a reason to go on a bender.i feel so numb that i could cry. my world has crumbled into little, flaming pieces of nothing. the sun will rise tomorrow but my heart will remain a bleak, cold place, shrivelled in its airless little prison, starved of light and hope. *drivels on* the Ruud/Ole helped though, thanks very much! 21 April 2004 2:46 p.m.vindication
who is this Estrada fella that he thinks he can complain about not getting enough sex in prison? aren't prisoners' expenses paid for by the people? are the filipinos supposed to hire women for him now?
(it's alright, i'm just amazed at his audacity)
my mother told me that one of the english teachers in her school screened Romeo & Juliet: Awful for her students. quote: 'not even 5 minutes, they all ran away oredi!'
i told you so.
the sound of children screaming always amazes me. it sounds so unhuman, in its shrillness. it's like a never-ending whistle, or something an animal might give voice to if it were caught in a trap, full of pain and terror and loneliness.
(it's alright, there's a primary school down the road from where i live. it's only a 3 minute walk, and how those children love their recess)
21 April 2004 2:26 p.m.you'd think it'd be easier on a weekday...
we went to tesco's in mutiara damansara on monday evening to get 7 cartons of mineral water. it wasn't my idea, i wanted to go to giant hypermart cos it was nearer. but what was my opinion worth - i'm just a porter.
the in-house brand of mineral water was the cheapest i've ever seen, but unfortunately doesn't offset the inconvenience of shopping there. you have to be a cheapskate of the worst sort if you're happy to wait nearly an hour to get 3 more cartons of water, only to have the sales assistants disappear on you without a trace in the end, and still no water.
i was surprised when a girl showed up, pulling on this huge ladder/platform thingy you use to get things from the very top shelf (cos that's where the cartons were). i mean, she was a smaller girl than me!
all the same, there she was, with the Most Useless Supervisor (MUS) in the world trailing her leisurely way behind her. the platform thingy must have been heavy, but she didn't help. when the girl was balancing on top of it, and there was a plastic file (?) underfoot threatening her balance and health, MUS just stood there watching. when she finally did deign to 'help', it only amounted to holding it up, and away from girl's feet. it was still in her way, though. take the bloody file off the platform lah, you cunt-faced useless biatch.
the cartons were too heavy for girl to move (i told you, MUS is a cunt-faced useless sack of flesh and bone), so she had to look for a male colleague for help. there were none in sight, maybe because it was tea-time or hibernation season or something. when she finally spotted one, she waved and called out to him, but he was too far away. me, being hopelessly optimistic, thought that MUS would trot her useless ass a few aisles down to bring him over.
girl had to climb down the platform and get him herself!
unfortunately, there were only 3 cartons of the brand mum wanted, so they had to go off for more. cunt-face stood there alone for a moment while we ignored her, then walked off too.
after an age of waiting, guy finally showed up with those big cargo trolley things, with some cartons on it.
too bad they were 1.5 liter bottles.
so he was sent back to the store-room to get the right ones.
flowers bloomed, then withered, and he must have died, because he never came back. those store-rooms must be pretty big.
MUS strolled by. i twitched with murderous anticipation, but my mother collared her, demanding to know what had happened. MUS said, "oh, he hasn't come back ah?"
hallo, you were there and you knew what we wanted. so if were still there after an age had passed, then surely even your maggot-infested mind would have registered that there was some stupid shit going on? she, too, wandered away and fell off the edge of the world.
finally, we took 3 more cartons of a different brand and went to the cashier.
question - why should a cashier ask the customer how much an item costs???
things i learned -
1. working the lowest rung of employment in tesco's means grasping the shitty end of the stick with both hands.
2. tesco's supervisors need training (either that, or more punishment).
3. there isn't enough male staff there. either that, or there are too many of them pricing items.
4. there aren't enough cashiers in tesco's - only 10 out of 40 counters were open (ya, i counted - it's what trainspotters do). wtf, man?
5. [(24 x 600 ml) x 6] + (12 x 1500 ml) = not fun. guess who had to load them into the trolley and then, the car?
so there you go, it doesn't matter if they're allowed to open 24 hours or not, lousy is lousy. plus, there wasn't a customer feedback form in sight! i think they're hiding something...
19 April 2004 10:23 a.m.oho...
Beckham gonna kena du lan kau-kau, man! (he's going to get fucked... yet again)
this will be a blow to those who have been supporting his innocence. actually, i saw this coming when Victoria slapped him - it was Bill and Hilary all over again.
this is very disappointing. it's another point for the case against marriage. not that i ever planned to anyway, but who does?
18 April 2004 11:14 p.m.does it matter who Belle de Jour really is?
sometimes i want to write something zany and wacky for the sake of the poor souls who read this drivel, then i remember the sales assistant who was sound asleep in a corner of the home gym display today, his arms tucked into his jacket to keep them warm and away from the freezing air-conditioning. i didn't notice him at first, but i have a habit of looking into corners.
got khaki cargo pants. yay. didn't get tea-light holders. boo. did you know they're cheaper and better looking in Ikea than Parkson???
EPL (the mag) is better than The League (another mag) - they put Kaká on the cover, hahahahaaa. no, really, their captions are so masterful. no, okay, i'd rather read articles about germany's footie legacy than monthly run-downs of each EPL team.
18 April 2004 11:07 a.m.is that all you got?!
it rained again yesterday (dur... monsoon season wat). i was in bed (again. coincidence, i swear) watching the view from my window. the wind made the telephone wires sway ominously, but nothing came of it. nothing fell from the sky. there were no blinding streaks of lightning or deafening claps of thunder. no trees. or even leaves.
i don't think i'll be impressed by anything the weather throws at me anymore, barring a helicopter spiralling out of the sky.
i have issues with the term 'racial tolerance'. Wikipedia has this to say -
"Tolerance, in a social, cultural and religious sense, is the acceptance of other people who hold different and disagreeing beliefs, or otherwise represent ideologies or cultures that have a history of being disrespected. More generally the term is used with regard to behavior that is not mainstream/normal.
Tolerance is weaker than respect: a disagreeable party may still be disapproved of, and interaction may be limited to what is necessary, the disagreeable party is simply left undisturbed.
Tolerance cannot be neutral about what is good, though, for its very purpose is to guard good and avert evils. The circumstantial element in the practice of tolerance is right judgment of greater ends against lesser ends.
The term is also used with a more negative connotation with regard to unorderly conduct and small crimes; e.g. there may be a zero tolerance policy towards drugs and violence.
Tolerance as an ideal suffers from a Catch-22-type problem, illustrated by the following quote: There's only one thing I can't tolerate - and that's intolerance (Unattributed)."
just as i suspected. there can be no Bangsa Malaysia if all we have is 'tolerance'. the term itself implies that one race is better than another and integration can't happen because we're only 'tolerating' each other. it's as if all these years since 1969 have been one long, stretched out moment of tension, just waiting for something to precipitate disaster.
so there. i won't have racial tolerance.
17 April 2004 1:26 p.m.saturday morning hijinks
saw Arsenal vs Leeds this morning. i like smooth footie like that. there is a whiff of a threesome between Henry, Edu and Reyes. Henry/Reyes because the lil' fella went to the touchline (?) to congratulate Henry after he's scored his third goal (actually, i'm not sure which goal it was), and Henry patted him on the butt head. Edu/Reyes because he was looking affectionately (from his seat in the subs' bench) at Reyes when the lil' fella was endearing himself to Henry. awww...
you see, Reyes has this look that is either *twinkle twinkle* or 'give me candy!' you have to see him for yourself.
what would you have done - if you held a door open for your friend, and along come two old fellas going the other direction, who walk through the doorway (which you're kindly keeping open) and make no move to either acknowledge you or hold the door open on their own (it wasn't a very heavy door anyway)?
i put it down to the entitlement complex some seniors have, but my friend, surprisingly, was pissed about it.
i think hip hop people are real-life Gary Stu-s/Mary Sue-s. the entitlement complex is there, and the "acknowledge my greatness" need is present. prime example - Jay Z. he has the money, the mad fans, the girl, and he's butt ugly and i hate his butt ugly guts.
so, like, y'all read The Star (malaysia) today? it's like the federal government has to show that it, too, can come up with measures as daft as PAS's mannequin ban. in this case, banning malay songs with english lyrics. ya, i know, real life news is the end of creative writing as we know it.
private broadcasters are exempt from this, though, so i'd encourage everyone to request those songs even if you don't listen to Anita Sarawak or P. Ramlee or Too Phat. no one i know watches RTM or listens to Radio 4 anyway.
songs that have been banned -
1. Seksis - Anita Sarawak
2. Diva - Anita Sarawak
3. Tipah Tertipu - Ruffedge
4. Alhamdulillah - Too Phat
5. Bade - KRU
6. Madu Tiga - P. Ramlee
those aren't the only songs, but those that were mentioned in the paper. since when is saying 'i love you' wrong?
this will probably (hopefully) blow over, but that doesn't mean we can't deride them. why is the information ministry bowing to dewan bahasa dan pustaka anyway? people say jump then you jump ah?
the rebuttal (not mine) - why aren't malay songs with arabic chorus lines given the same treatment? still no answer.
i don't regret not registering to vote anymore.
and no, my PPS pings aren't showing up. have i broken some rule and been banned? oh dear.
