12 May 2004 8:47 p.m. yesterday i found out how Neil Gaiman projects can make you cry. there was a hardcover artbook (i think) of Sandman, and another one of Punch (of Punch and Judy, naturally). both were so unmistakably him that it nearly brought tears to my eyes when i saw the price. my hair smelled of xylene when i washed it just now. xylene!!! it may be related to toulene, i.e. your friendly neighbourhood nail-polish remover, but it smells 10 times as bad. even if it's lemon scented. i've been added to someone's msn list. the only thing is, i'm not sure who she is, though i know she's from the Ruud forum. i'm sure that there's no such thing as a female version of the name Morientes though... for some reason, the faculty cafe smells like pee. to make things worse, my shirt smelled like it as well, and i was only there for 5 minutes! random (not mine) - Gluttons. There's a reason why obesity is so fatal. eh? one of my very first fanfics was a self-insert Mary Sue. i can write this and not cringe because i think i was only 10 or 11 at the time. this is not a socio-political commentary, this is a query - do all fanfic writers start out with self-insert Mary Sues? is it, like, the embodiment of low self-esteem and a need for validation? i was asked about my race again today. i think that's the whole reason i don't like talking to people - having to explain what i'm made of. over and over again. someone write me a new script, please. does it matter to the universe at all? of course not. sometimes i want to say dad is irish-javanese and mum is samoan-chinese and that would explain my temper heheheheh except that i would have to tell the truth eventually anyway. i didn't know israel is in europe. that's the reason it was in the Euro 2004 qualifiers, right? the things you get for being pally with Bush and his cronies. i'd better say this before someone else beats me to it - Lynddie England (the girl who "walks the dog" in the Abu Ghraib pictures) is described as "a woman who isn't afraid to break a nail". whoever said that, i have news for you - any woman isn't afraid of breaking a nail, as long as it isn't hers. stop making her out to be the hapless participant, because it would be an insult to all involved. it's too simplistic, plus, i was involved in much tamer activities when i was 21.mental diarrhea i slash so much, they should call me Battousai
talk about dumb...
i was reading an article that stated Sean Bean (who played Boromir) was in Troy, taking on the role of Odysseus, while David Wenham (who was, of course, everyone's favorite angsti-fied younger brother, Faramir), plays Carl in Van Helsing.
after having finished it, i thought to myself, "it's nice to see siblings making their mark on the world like that."
talking about dreaming, i must be losing my mind - i dreamt of Olivier Martinez!
Eel - To see an eel in your dream, indicates that you have issues with commitment. It also means that you have problems holding on to things.Fish - To see fish swimming in your dream, symbolizes good luck; personal wealth and power may be on your way.i dreamt of both, i'm so confused.... they have interpretations based on where you are in your dream. what did people dream of when there weren't any malls?oh wow... the extra vowels are really getting to me. you know what i mean. and the deliberate misspelling has begun to creep in.*keeps bitchin'*i can't type "Pablitoooooooooooo" without feeling dirty somehow. i mean, lyke, omfg he is soooooooooooooooooooo fyne LOLOLOL i looooooooooooooooove him sooooooooooooooo muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch te amo te quiero j'taime etc.whatever. see me not care. >:(11 May 2004 9:34 p.m.i didn't know i wasn't supposed to dump the stained slides into the clorox jar!
so i ended up cleaning the slides. i didn't know it would take so long, and i had to wear these yellow rubber gloves that wouldn't let me scratch my nose because they had god-knows-what on them, right?
i went to Midvalley for lunch and saw a clip of Troy. admit it, every one who's seen it tries to look up Brad Pitt's skirt. when i got home, i saw more clips on mtv, but with sound this time. Mr. Pitt's voice is a jarring contrast to his girliness.
we also made a trip through MPH. it turns out i wasn't the only person who wanted to giggle hysterically with joy when she walked into the giant MPH at OU2. i mean, really, what can you do in the face of heaven?
so in MPH Midvalley, there was a display of The Official Guide to Euro 2004. guess who pounced like a rabid dog. i wanted to show S what Figo et al looked like mah. she thinks Totti is hot. in the process of showing her the various lust magnets, we discovered that i go for guys with looooooooong faces. because they're the complete opposite of mine, presumably. it explains everything! i don't remember anything else that happened after that - things were a blur after seeing the picture of Figo and his classic good-lookingness.
has anyone read The Devil's Larder by Jim Grace? it's not a trip through Gary Neville's kitchen, but you knew that already.
for random time-wasting, here - Googlism. i put in my name and this shit turned up!
it's funny, i'm reading all these testimonials on my Friendster profile, and i can't reconise the person these people are writing about, except that she has the same name as me! *modest*
... this probably doesn't mean anything to anyone, but it really pisses me off when Real Madrid are called 'puta madrid' by someone who doesn't even speak spanish (except maybe "te quiero (?) Moro/Ruud/Vicente/slut of the moment!"). i mean, even if they're complete idiots, have no defenders, their strikers aren't earning their keep, they have a big baby of a midfielder, and they only want asia's money, and... why do i support them again? also, what will so-and-so say when Morientes stays at Real?
10 May 2004 9:02 p.m.things you see at work
a fire.
it was on the other side of town, visible from our lab, so it definitely wasn't my fault.
what to say about it... um, it was pretty huge to my inexperienced eye (hope i don't say that to a guy for whatever reason), all crackling red flames and billowing black smoke. it got bigger as me and my colleagues watched, but nothing exploded, so we went back to work.
at first, i thought someone had thrown away a cigarette butt at the wrongest time in Amcorp mall's parking tower (was it you?), but we discerned that it was actually the Asia Jaya LRT station that was being destroyed. or not.
talk about being flippant, colleague A took one look at it and said, "oh well, guess i won't be going home today, huh?"
i'm beginning to speak chinese with a certain smugness. it comes from knowing that the person i'm talking to will recoil with surprise and the look of awe on their face will grow with every passing moment when they find out that i took all those chinese exams just so i could show off like that.
i don't know, it's not the kind of thing you announce, right? that would be strange and arrogant, not to mention unnescessary and obnoxious.
it's cool. it's like Angelina Jolie getting one up over Olivier Martinez in Taking Lives. y'know, "if i can take your bad titty jokes, then i sure can handle a little old lady."
in french! je ne parlais pas francais.
09 May 2004 9:23 a.m.gaaaaaaaa...
i'm still awake. i can't sleep because they're still being jerks. and i have a headach to boot. *is whiny*
my mum has come back from her run, and she went to buy some drinks from the vendor in the park. he, too, complained about the noise. i'm not surprised, he must have set up his stall right beside the speakers.
i wonder whose brilliant idea it was. i'm going to spam them to hell.
according to the Gender Genie, half my entries are written by a male. i'm a lot of things, but i didn't know i'm also transgender...
walk lei ker sei yan tau ah, walk.
09 May 2004 7:21 a.m.still awake and running on coffee.we get our dvds at this shop in an upscale sort of neighbourhood because they offer great titles, like japanese movies i've never seen, or those i haven't found, e.g. Battle Royale. i also have Throne of Blood and Young Adam. i heard Ewan MacGregor gets his willy out in that one. several times.
but that's not the point of this long-winded piece of rubbish. the point is that some guy went to the counter with a dvd box-set of Alias: Season whatever, and asked the cashier if it was original!!! i think there were 10 dvds in the box, and i'm pretty sure everyone within earshot wanted to bitchslap him and ask him what planet he was from. RM40 for a set of original Alias? i guess Utopia is real after all...
7.09 a.m. - the music is louder than ever. i can hear almost every word. i wonder how the people at the end of the block feel.
... dude(s), i went to have a look, right, and what do i see but a group of lemmings waving their arms feebly in a grotesk parody of aerobics. it's people like that who make me hate Dr Bombay so much (remember him?). they should wake up to that every single day for the rest of their miserable little lives.
now it's Kylie playing. that's makes it slightly less shite.
not only that, cars are all jammed at the entrance, cos no one has the sense to a) carpool, b) take a fucking walk from their own houses, or c) just stay the fuck away from TTDI.
i should change my name to Cassandra, you know. that's the name of this greek seer who was cursed by Apollo (from whom she received the gift of sight beyond sight... yeah) to never have people listen to her, even though what she said did come to pass. naturally, there was a lot of bloodshed, mayhem and death after that.
plus, i might get the chance to meet this fancy Apollo fella.
09 May 2004 6:58 a.m.i am seriously pissed off. oh, and happy mothers' day
if you care to look at the time this post was made...
well, you think, IM woke up early to talk rubbish today, but you see, i didn't wake up - i was woken (?) up. the difference between the two is that the former involves an alarm clock and, "ah, back to work again." the latter involves some fucking "walk a mile for health" event in the park (naturally) whose dj decides to play some Carlsberg-esque kind of chinese song with the bass turned all the way up.
please remember that it's sunday, 6.40 a.m. you'd think they'd have more common sense than to play bass-heavy shite, but hey, they're playing bass-heavy shite on a sunday morning. there really isn't any other way to describe it.
i have a request - take your pseudo-turntablist ass and head back to JB and the half-rate illegal nightclub you 'work' at. asshole.
righteous me hurtled out of my room, half-blinded by sleep and hair in my face, to ask my mum how long it had been going on (she herself was getting ready for a run in KL, sensibly far away from residential areas) and she said it'd started at 6!!! at first she wanted to take a "be patient" stand, but when they upped the bass again, she let me call the police.
so if anybody's party out there today in Taman Lembah Kiara whose party got pooped on by some bitch, you have only yourself to blame.
i mean, come on, the municipal council holds their weekly aerobics session there once a week, and they do it at 7.30 a.m. and it doesn't bother me at all.
i want to be like *name censored* the Bride and dish out some Major Payne.
speaking of which, Kill Bill vol. 2 certainly moves slower than the first movie, like molasses, but it doesn't stop you from wanting to slap QT on his infantile forehead for being so deliberately cheesy about it. yes, the second movie does explore new points of view, but i was waiting for the fighting to start.
i also got a haircut yesterday. no more Ayako hair for me!
i think the music has been turned down. either the police did go around (i mangled the name of the park, sorry) or the person from the corner house snapped and took a cattle-prod to them.
i mean, like, dance music on a sunday morning? ya know?
because, why not? Ludacris sez, "FUCK YEW."
08 May 2004 10:11 a.m.what are you doing for mothers' day?
here's a question - when character A threatens character B with a can of acid, why does the acid only corrode whatever it's thrown onto, and not the metal can as well? 'then there would be no show' is not a valid answer.
here's another (more interesting) question - why hasn't anyone seen Olivier Martinez modelling for Prada or Hugo Boss or Zegna? i'd love to see him in the same shot as Adrien Brody Zegna.
we have something called a mosquito plant growing in the garden. it's hideous. it looks like something from a horror movie set. and it doesn't repel any mozzies either. and now the useless thing appears to have spawned.
there was an article about how people are making a bigger deal out of footie than it really deserves. other than the over-exposure, is it also a response to the days of our lives? an averse reaction to current events? if anyone actually has the time, would they try to correlate this development to the regression of our society?
we must be so jaded.
this brings me to another question - i got the link from Idlan's blog. she isn't listed on my blog-list here. i'm sure people read loads of blogs, but what makes them decide whether to add it to their public list or just keep them on their favourites list?
me and H drove past Rumah Bakti Siti Hasmah and the Women's Institute of Management yesterday. we know that they have something to do with women, but we don't know what they're for. there are boutiques and cafes and a flower arrangement shop thingy at RBSM, and the upper floors are completely empty, so i'm guessing it's a place for makcik VIP to hang out. why can't they go to Starbucks like everyone else?
WIM is even more enigmatic, because there's a Southern Bank drive-thru ATM, and a women's clinic, and i know that english classes for kids are held there. i guess the ATM is there so that people can afford to pay for the other two.
but really...
i didn't know it's tradition to get new, nifty clothes for one's graduation ceremony. why does everyone know this but me? the next thing people will tell me is that the convocation robe has no fasteners on the front.
my mother is very enthusiastic about the fashionisation of moi. it must be because the only skirt her only daughter really wants is a tartan print mini-skirt.
but she dragged me to this boutique all the same, and i wriggled my way in and out of 4 cheongsam. surprisingly (to me), light colours and lace suit me. we (me, mum and boutique owner) agreed that the white one verged on bridal-ness. we didn't buy anything, cos the ceremony is 3 months away. i might have gained 3 pounds by then, hehehe. or maybe fallen out of love with the blue lace one. we'll see.
did anyone know that it's tradition? what did you wear/ what will you wear?
Mitsui's birthday is coming up, and i should be doing something about it - priestess and all that. can't i just worship him worshipfully? did you know that it falls on the same day as the FA Cup final? there must be a cosmic significance about it.
... the more i surf, the more freaky stuff i find. why do people think Justin Timberlake is hot?! to me, he looks like a whiny little momma's boy who gets sand kicked in his face in the day, then goes home and skins cats in the basement at night.
