07 May 2004 6:42 p.m. today, i'd planned to spend the morning at home, then i went to the lab, all psyched up about making fecal smears from the samples that would have been collected (fecal = stool = SHIT. i know it's hard to imagine being psyched up about something like that, but please understand that i was very bored). i saw a colleague, and said, "hey, where's the diamond pen?" her: here. what d'you want it for? so i traipsed off to the library to haul journals around, and maybe photocopy a few articles. no, there wasn't a mysterious fire that razed the library to the ground, but the copy corner was CLOSED. where got such thing on a weekday wan?! to make things worse, i didn't even have a copy card, so i couldn't service myself. Eurosport news said that Florentino Perez said "Real Madrid won't be selling Fernando Morientes." talk about your back-tracking. but Raúl will be happy that his things in The Sun - I don't know if my equipment is still in working order, but they're still there - I've counted them! Hello my sharks, welcome to my funeral!
maybe it's a signlooking at porn researching articles online before going to the lab in the afternoon. unfortunately, the pc got hit by Sasser (i think), so i spent that time looking at anti-virus software instead. PandaSoftware looks nifty, and they scan your pc for you, BUT you have to buy their anti-virus stuff.
me: i need it to mark the slides wat. those are the samples there, right?
her: yeah... the medical students made the smears this morning oredi. we'll do staining (of the smears) on monday.
me: aw...biatch boyfriend will be staying.
Alan Shearer, reflecting on his failed attempt to teach Robert Hugh the hokey-pokey.
poor old Claudio Ranieri, after Monaco showed Chelsea who was boss.
i would like to sprawl on the hood of the nearest BMW, crying and drooling with desire.
second day of work. my colleague may be gay or bi. i don't give a flying fuck who he fancies, just stop telling me how many people keep asking him out. i'm bitter enough as it is.
me and H went to the royal london circus grounds with the idea of asking for jobs. yeah, i know i have one, but my dream has always been to work the concession stand of the circus. we saw one of the performers cycling around the carpark, and were suitably awe-struck.
the royal london circus isn't cheap. it costs RM75 to sit beside the ring, so if all 5 of your family are going, then you do the math lah.
i was called a 'shopaholic witch in denial' just now. i'm not a shopaholic, i just appreciate a good bargain when i see one. and i can't be in denial because i'm not a shopaholic, so, hah. i love pinstripes now. buy for me lah.
that's what the whole point of working is, right? to get enough money to buy stuff you want. because if you didn't want it, you wouldn't buy it, right? and if you can't think of anything to buy, then what's the point of living?!
i'd put a picture of a naked guy here, but i'm not that much of an attention whore. :P
... saw some publicity pics from Troy. is it me, or does Orlando Bloom keep landing roles where his character uses a bow? is there some Freudian phallic thing that i haven't twigged yet?
06 May 2004 8:43 a.m.
i should be working
US is losing its edge in science? well, it all started in the east anyway, so i consider it a reclamation.
i'm a tad demoralised after my first day on the job. there weren't materials for what i wanted to do, and i couldn't find the raw materials to make what i wanted to use either. it's hard to go in with both guns blazing when there's a brick wall in your face.
other than that, there hasn't actually been a feeling of transcending anything. i have nothing to commemorate my entry into the working world except for a t-shirt stained with blue dye. fizz. how anti-climatic!
03 May 2004 10:20 p.m.shopping and stuff
this reminded me of my own opinion. well, actually, my opinion is one of stern disapproval of those heelie wheelie thingies. i don't know why, but they annoy me; more so when it's some overfed overweight precious who is testing the bearings. in case you didn't notice, there are lots of fat kids wallking around OU eating their rotiboys.
fat will be the new black, you know. give it 20 years. hypercholesterolemia will be in vogue.
me and H went to Midvalley where we watched Taking Lives. we have nothing but praise for Olivier Martinez, soon to be Mr. Kylie Minogue, hehehe. i don't condone what his character does, but his samseng handsomeness makes it hard not to forgive him.
Ethan Hawke does 'weedy sleaze' very well. he must have had lots of practice, hur. i mean really, who walks away from Uma Thurman?
now that i think about it (because i have trouble thinking when i'm supposed to), there wasn't much character development.
however, the audience was a pretty united lot, what with the screaming and yelping and the collective gasp of horror at the cabin scene.
what is it that makes one's pc reboot all by itself? i hope it's not that Sasser thing. how does it get in anyway?
so we were in Midvalley with the sole purpose of movie-watching. and then H suggested we go shopping first. jaya jusco and parkson all got sale!!! i have a t-shirt and a tank top now. i think it's called a wife-beater though, but i don't know why.
it has to be white, naturally (hm...), and i've wanted one ever since i saw John5 in one. i wouldn't mind being in John5's wife-beater, but back to Midvalley...
the t-shirt says, "i'm not saying it's your fault, i'm just going to blame you." well, i think it's clever!
rest & relax also offered 50% discounts. what they didn't tell you, though, is that you yourself would have to lose 50% of your own weight to fit into size 4/2/0 (size 0!!! sadist betul).
i also have another Muse cd! it's called Hullaballoo: The Soundtrack, which confused me, and then i saw 'CD01/CD02' and twigged that i would be getting 2 cd's for the price of one. i really shouldn't go shopping.
... i thought it would never happen, but my parents are watching some bollywood awards program. and they're not arguing. where will you be the day after tomorrow?
03 May 2004 9:54 a.m.more random stuff
things that make me feel angry because i'm so useless - Baghdad Burning.
some deep discussion required.
03 May 2004 9:50 a.m.shopping and stuff
my uncle came over from Kuching last weekend, and he wanted to see KL. so we did the touristy things and drove around. he went to OU and KLCC (sorry, i didn't go, so i don't know if those banners are stil there at rain nudle house), and we held up a bunch of tourists from China when we took pictures of the twin towers. my own kampung, and i took pictures there!
we wanted to go to Midvalley as well, but it was a labour day afternoon, and we couldn't even see the parking lots for all the cars stuck in traffic.
so we detoured to trusty old OU (my uncle went back with another uncle and aunt cos he had to pack for his flight back). i had the faint idea that i wanted a new pair of footwear, but couldn't think of a reason. some of you may state that one does not need a reason for new shoes, and that 7 pairs aren't enough, but once in OU, i remembered why.
people keep stepping pn my flip flops.
i have these velvet flip flops, right, and i bought them from myanmar. they look really cool, if i do say so meself, even though they look quite ratty now. but the problem is that the stupid public keep planting its big feet where they don't belong! my vincci flip flops were ruined that way, and are now awaiting the cobbler's healing hands.
true to form, my brother stepped on my slippers just as i was heading to Wh to buy a new pair. i dunno, are my feet too long? do i walk too slowly? why can't people respect my personal space?
i got the new pair, and they look very nice and breezy and casual. i declared, 'the next person who steps on them is gonna get punched.'
i walked off, and got snagged. 'whoops!' said my mum.
on sunday, we went to OU again. i now have another half-kurta, and an Edmund Ser shirt. 50% discount, how could anyone refuse?
we went for dinner. flip flops got snagged again. 'oh, sorry sorry sorry!' cried the stranger. the place in jinxed, i think.
there's a new place called Roppongi Hills (ro-po-n-gi hi-ru-su). the place looks nice, but give it a month to settle down first. by then the kitchen should be in order, and you wouldn't have to place your orders on your own.
also, my mother brought up the issue - should self-service outlets like food courts be allowed to charge servie tax? i guess it should go for McD's and gang too. opinions?
03 May 2004 9:31 a.m.AC Milan vs AS Roma
i missed the first half, but the second half had just started when i got home, and i ran into the loving living room in time to see Gattuso Milan on the ground, holding his head.
a flare was, well, flaring away nearby. i think that speaks for itself. carrying out my trainspotting duties, i counted that Roma 'fans' had thrown 6 flares onto the pitch in the space of 15 minutes.
(trainspotting bonus - that works out to 1 flare every 2.5 minutes!)
it must suck to be Dida, because 2 of those hit him. i watched the replay as well, and he just crumpled to the ground when the first one hit him. ouch.
the commentators were talking about how disgraceful it was for Roma and AC Milan's security (cos they should have checked the fans mah). now that i think about it, if Gattuso can fire his own crowd up, what stopped the Roma players from telling their fans to calm down? or am i being idealistic here? are AS Roma afraid of their own fans or what?
Kaká's undershirt declares that he belongs to Jesus. i'm glad that's cleared up. is it Jesus 'gee-zus' or Jesus 'hay-soos'? heheheh.
01 May 2004 10:36 a.m.first, do no harm
my brother fell down in basketball training yesterday and hurt his elbow. dad took him to a doctor whom i consider to be a fucking cheating dud.
my brother couldn't straighten his arm because of the swelling at the joint (it works like that), but was asked to do so. naturally, he said he couldn't and then the doctor said, 'try to unbend it lah. try as hard as you can.'
(later on, i told him he should have unbended the arm and slapped the doctor, then recoil and howl in hideous pain.)
by then, dad had twigged that things were getting shifty, and called my uncle, who's also a doctor. my uncle said to hell with the guy, and to bring my brother over.
okay, my uncle doesn't talk like that, but still.
so they did, and my uncle checked him out, without unbending the arm. so my brother's fine. but we still got hit for RM45 worth of painkillers and anti-inflammatories by the first doctor. i think we were overcharged.
i, too, had an encounter at the very same clinic. i had to go for a physical examination before i registered in university, right, and went in there by mistake (my doctor's clinic is on the same row mah). they wanted to charge me RM40 for the physical!
so i kicked down the counter and beat the shit out of them before going to the right clinic, where i wasn't charged anything. some people...
Klinik Ng in damansara utama. don't go there.
01 May 2004 10:18 a.m.the life of i
i had to go to UM at 6 yesterday for a meeting on my project. the meeting left me feeling like the reading i did was of absolutely no use, and that i knew fuck all. not to mention that the meeting was held at going-home time on a weekend. a labour day weekend. leaving UM was fine but inexplicably, i decided that going through SS2 would get me home faster than if i went through section 17.
if i'm writing this here, then you'll know it didn't. in fact, i think it took me 3 times as long to get home. i was nearly crying because there were so many monsters on the road and my feet were hurting in my boots and there's only so much Maroon 5 you can sing to before wishing you had a voice like Chris Cornell.
puta, i hate SS2 drivers. the worst ones always come out when the traffic is bad, and then they worsen it. what's the use of driving a bloody mazda rx-12345 if you're just gonna cut people off like a jerk?
the worst part was, i think i broke my horn when i honked at another car earlier, so when i wanted to honk again, all i heard was a dry whisper of a 'eeeergh.'
after reaching home, i went back to UM for this muzikarama thingy. it was interesting to see all those performers singing like they were in a karaoke. the Broery Marantika songs were nice, if it weren't for the delivery, but i can't stand that Hi Hi, Bye Bye song.
are you with me?
... damn this spam. i don't want any 'HardCore Deals', so stop sending me 'Cumsluts take it in all holes!'.
so the muzik thing was a teacher thing, right, for the promotion of arts and culture in schools and all that, i think, so my mum met some acquaintances there. the best bit of the night was -
mum's acquaintance: your daughter ah? form what? form 5* ah?
... what the hell is it with all these questionnaires? does anyone even care what the answers are? i, for one, don't want to know what your favorite ice cream flavour is.
i've been taking PPS for granted, man. ever since it went down, i've missed out on some major clickage.
watched basketball yesterday too. on tv lah. sometimes you just want to kick the Mavs for getting run over like that. did you know that Steve Nash looks like Micheal Vartan Alias? i didn't know MV was in that movie with Robin Williams. it was a good movie too. now if only i could remember what it was called...
but it's okay, i have this Dirk Nowitzki interview as solace.
... solace, like the solace that was to be found in The Thief of Always. i did a speaking version of that book for the Association of the Blind, you know. for all i know, it's still on the shelf in their library.*form 5 = 11th grade
