30 April 2004 9:52 a.m. went to the mall yesterday to get lunch and ended up window shopping with my brother for shoes. well, i can predict he will hit puberty pretty soon. lunch was a subway steak & cheese sandwich. nifty. mustard doesn't taste as offensive as i remember. what goes into french dressing? je ne sais quoi. i'm so clever that way. they have these little kiosks selling home decorations and stuff. there was one that had 2 cushions made to look like Real Madrid jerseys on display. nifty! the first one i saw said 'Ronaldo 9'. i remember thinking, 'hehehe, it looks as stuffed as the man does!' the second one was the now ubiquitous 'Beckham 23'. it's getting boring. don't they know it costs less to print 'Figo 10' or 'Zidane 5' or 'Raul 7' or 'R. Carlos 3'? after all, it's risky to cuddle Beckham these days. i had to tell him quit it and stop sending me those messages because Chris wouldn't talk to me anymore. has anyone seen the video of him taking a nap? it looks like David LaChapelle's work. the lighting is very flattering and makes him look very pretty and very anime, but can someone actualy sleep like that? observation - what a fine body he has. i'm just saying, okay. the marquees are still making me dizzy, and my groundbreaking 'omg!!!' has been hijacked. Kaká makes up for it though, heheh.
next week i start working. oo-er.
IM: *drooool*he sounds so american when he says, 'it's a wrap.' nifty moves too.
things that make me feel old(er)
1. rap, or whatever you call it these days.
2. saying things that end with '... whatever you call it these days.'
3. saying things that begin with, 'when i was 16...'.
4. shaking your head, clucking or tsk-ing in dispproval when you witness disagreeable behaviour (i only do it when i watch footie, honest).
5. thinking about what the food you eat will do to you.
6. working out because you have to, and not because you want to gawk at cute guys in the park.
7. thinking things like, 'Mutya Sugababes is growing into a fine young lady.'
8. Mutya Sugababes (the one with the piercings).
9. Darren Ambrose.
10. Frederic Michalak.
but you know what, it just shows that i'm young, because i'm worried about getting old. it's the old people who say, 'that makes me feel young again!' ageing is such an insidious and gradual progression that by the time you realise what's happened, IT'S TOO LATE.
i have a question - why did Sepp Blatter suggest that female footie players wear short shorts to play, then state that one-piece outfits are illegal for the male players? if the whole point was to sex-up the game, then shouldn't Cameroon be given back their 6 points and be praised?
imagine a footie game being played in quarters. why should it be 'made more appealing to the american audience' when they don't even know the proper name of the game? most of them, anyway. haha.
we went for dinner at a place near our house just now. is it me, or are servers getting to be really good-looking?
and some random stuff.
the man in black speaks - RefBlog
28 April 2004 10:56 a.m.it happened again!
maybe i have a reptile magnet on me or something.
i was taking a walk in the park when i saw some shiny black scaliness crawl away under some low-lying leaves. needless to say, we chose another route.
check out PhilosophyFootball.com. Arsene Wenger is in it!
28 April 2004 2:44 a.m.now i feel like a cradlesnatcher
so then i google him, right, and i find out about Darren Ambrose. i didn't know he's only 20!
27 April 2004 8:45 p.m.i have to ask -
how do other people write their blog entries? what i mean is, i start out with "right, i'm gonna write about the bird and the car today", but then, as i type, other details, whole episodes even, start cropping up, and then i'm left with a bloated monstrosity of an entry. the more i type, the more i type. oh, for some brevity. so, how do you do it?
do football players have a secret deal with Louis Vuitton or something? on the news just now, i saw an irish team member carrying an LV monogrammed shoulder bag, and Edu Arsenal strolled through the departure gate with an LV suit bag (i don't know what it's called for sure lah).
... unless those are bootlegs, in which case they should have more sense than that.
Edu is so stereotypically Latino, the way he looks and speaks (behaviour? i don't know), but i still find him attractive. HAR. no, i'm not jumping on the bandwagon. c'mon now, you know me better than that. even his seedy-looking teeth are attractive, hur hur hur.
did anyone else see Reyes turning that charming shade of pink in the changing room when the champagne was being sprayed around? all together now: awww.
"Ronaldinho too ugly to join Real Madrid"? serves you right for losing.
research related stuff - if you look for 6 more articles with each research article you read (from the references), then where and when does it end? does it end, or have you just dug a deeper hole for yourself?
... i forgot the format for writing a research proposal!!!
p.s. - slashfic #2. hur.
27 April 2004 10:30 a.m.Real Madrid vs Barcelona
i know it's the way he plays, but the idiot el moron Figo could have avoided the first yellow card by keeping his mouth shut. is it a portuguese thing? think of the possibilities.
highlights? Victor Valdez, re: the shot he saved against Raul. my my my. i would watch that replay any time.
bright spots? Solari (natch), Ronaldinho, Valdez (hey, wasn't there an oil tanker called the Exxon Valdez that crashed on a coast or something and killed a lot of things? my blog - you learn something every day).
question - is Zidane injured or did he have to leave early to pick up his latest trophy?
can't think of any more footie-related stuff. well, okay, i feel very sorry for Shearer's balls. now that was what you call a stomp. my brother was at the coffeeshop when it happened. according to him, not everyone saw the real-time incident, but upon seeing the slow-motion replay, all the guys in the place groaned with emphatic pain. "urghhh... ."
the NS kids have been visiting Taman Tun a lot. last week, they had to go on a treasure hunt thingy in the park. there was even a (computer) keyboard hidden in the grass. i wanted to take it home - the 'W', 'E', 'A', 'S', 'D', 'N', 'M' and enter, not to mention the 'right' arrow keys have been rubbed clean off...
anyway, as i'm writing this, a bunch of very exuberant NS trainees are running up and down my road and picking up rubbish. it can't be fun doing that in tudung (headscarf), but they're not complaining. at least, not that i can hear.
you know what's really annoying? when people who visit the park think it's alright to uproot the flowering shrubs they plant beside the gates so that they can take it home and plant them in their own grotty little gardens (pretty wat, why cannot? shaddup).
newsflash - those plants only flower for about a week. then there aren't any more flowers. then the municipal council buys more flowering shrubs to plant. then jerks like you come along again.
it's vandalism, for one thing, it makes parking more difficult. drivers have to watch out when you're being an idiot standing there, so they don't back their car up on your sorry ass, cos, you know, no one wants mashed asshole on their bumper.
don't even get me started on BMW owners who leave half their car on the road. oh, wait, too late.
did you know that a burnt body only looks vaguely human? it looks like a mayan statue or the product of a child's efforts with play-doh or plasticine.
that said, people who purposefully look for pictures of Canny Ong just to send them to their friends in the guise of concern (when it's actually plain ol' voyeurism) are prolly the same people who hold up traffic so that they can gawk at the car accident. they should be charged for manslaughter cos their nosiness results in the ambulances getting there late (jam mah, what to do?) and the victim dies.
did you know that NS trainees talk to cats? i heard some doing so just now. what adorable little babies (bleurgh).
public service announcement
you know that email that says you should watch out for toilet spiders in case you get bitten on the ass by one and you die a horrible death 3 days later and no one knows why? it's a real spider's name, but it lives in the woods and its poison is non-toxic to humans.
and to think a friend who's doing microbiology sent me this.
watched Jason X last night. it was so campy, kitschy, cheesy and corny, it was a whole fry-up in its self. i enjoyed it though. it's great when movies don't take themselves too seriously. did i really hear the line, 'in the great microsoft conflict, people were beating each other with their own severed limbs.'? yes, i did.
p.s. - people at the Ruud board have discovered marquees. it makes me dizzy. the place is like a teen universe in a nutshell. who needs real-life anyway?
25 April 2004 12:20 p.m.what makes a blog suck?
not enough pictures of naked rugby players, issit? in my case, self-indulgence opens the way to a lot of self-pity, much whining and insufferable fan-girling, not to mention being unbelievably long-winded. someone tell me more?
4 things
1. i should be a leo. some babies are prematurely born, i had to be induced. i get the impression the doctors waited a few days, then said, "okay, that's it - she has to come out now." not only that, it was another 36 hours before i made my grand entrance by cesarean.
2. sungei wang is full of kids who are all dressed up with no place to go. no brainer, i know, but why do they all hang out outside the hip-hop type shops?
3. the William Hung video is absurd, farcical and extremely cruel to everyone. but the biscuit fishes and the dancer crashing into the blue screen background are very funny.
4. i saw a spain jersey (original) that costs only RM85. i hope it will still be there tomorrow.
on the way home, we saw an old-model Porche Porsche. it was baby blue and looked like a volkwagon from the back. apparently it can cost a few million ringgit. as it cruised along in the crawling traffic, it aroused envy in many a heart, right up to the point where it broke down in front of the bus stop in front of KL plaza, which is right beside the Starhill shopping complex (for all those posh types, i guess). AAA 366. now you know.
the driver pushed it out of the way, his face scarlet from either the heat, the embarrassment, the exertion or all three. his female companion hopped to the curb, presumably fuming. the spectators laughed quietly into their lattés.
question - why are the mat sallehs who date asian women seen almost exclusively with asian women who have long straight hair? is it a criteria that automatically excludes me and my curly-haired brethren?
24 April 2004 11:54 a.m.saturday morning football
was watching a repeat of the AC Milan vs Siena game last night/this morning when i was struck by how morose Andre Pirlo and Howie D Rui Costa always look. and then i was struck by by how much Rui Costa also resembled Rio Ferdinand (he won't be happy to hear that).
imagine those two being as morose as they look, sitting in a dark, gloomy corner of a random bar in a random town in a random country, their hang-dog expressions nose-deep into their beer mugs when Rio walks in, looking just as happy.
they recognize each other, language barrier notwithstanding, and... i don't know then what, it just sounded interesting.
i was so sleepy during the game that my eyes nearly closed, but i was wide awake when Bariello (?) was celebrating his goal (or was it Kaká's?) and Howie D Rui Costa Nesta came up from behind and just yanked him backwards by the hair to congratulate him. man likes it rough, i see.
