19 June 2004 11:08 p.m. the cover of Ash's Meltdown shows what i think is a phoenix rising from the flames. the attractiveness is marred by the bloody stupid "this is an original CD" hologram sticker. the sticker is nifty because there's 2 layers to it, and only the top layer can be easily peeled off, while the botton one needs some nail-polish remover, which results in unsightliness, so nevermind. "sparkly" is just one of the words i'd use to describe it. it's actually more appropriate for Orpheus (the song, not the sweet talker). the album is twangy and bouncy and snarly. the music is voluptuous and the lyrics are heartfelt, especially in Starcrossed (because i'm a sucker for sentiment). Detonator has a guitar solo that virtually blinded me with its brilliance (yay Charlotte). they play with a cocky assuredness that would be obnoxious in any other band. the liner notes are written by one Jt LeRoy. here, my mask slips, revealing me for the boor that i really am - who is Jt LeRoy? my favorite line - "as Tim stands on the stage... he leans his hot lithe frame forward and shouts... ." he leans his hot lithe frame forward!!! www.ash-official.com - go NOW. went to MPH OU just now. it's the devil, i say. there's this book called Greatest Sexual Scandals (or something). interesting how the minotaur came about. i bought The Diary of A Nobody. it sounded cool. what i really wanted though, was The Time-Traveller's Wife.
an attempt at coherence
discovering blockquotes"here's Vieira... er, Vieri."
- the commentator for the Italy-Sweden game.
my puffy eyelid has gone down somewhat. gone down on what, i don't know, but i look less like a pervert now, and more like a dopehead. i guess that eyeful of Buffon did me good (i didn't think he had such blue eyes). talk about your calming blues.
my mum read an article in the Nanyang Siang Pau (chinese newspaper, okay), which makes a strong case for abstention of seafood. it's titled - Worse Than Flies. it's a literal translation on my part, and the gist of it is that all the so-called fresh bounty of the sea is nowt but a mass of formalin.
the writer had meant to use some prawn shells for composting, and had inadvertently left them beside his front door for 3 days before he remembered them. fearing the worst, e.g. stink + flies, he opened up the box, only to be greeted with... nothing. the shells were still there, untouched. and un-smelly. OMGWTF.so, like, all those fresh, gorgeous shiny fish and vibrant, healthy-looking prawns at the market are really just specimens not meant for consumption. except that they are. i wish it was an urban legend, but it's not.
urban legend - person goes missing on a hike in the woods. the body is found much much later. only the torso remains, and in perfect condition - no smell, no decay.
it's because society had become so superficial, right? we want things to look fab, but what is a fish if it doesn't smell like one? would you buy a fish if it smelled like nail polish but looked like it would win a pretty fish pageant?
mum has resolved to see observe the fly-count before buying anything from now on.
on the other hand, and because i like to take a pessimistic view of everything things, if our food isn't fit to eat, maybe it means our lease on life has run out. things would be so much easier that way.
how can they justify the toll-plaza monopoly when a locally produced fastrak tag can kick the ass of a european-made "smart" tag 6 ways to sunday when it comes to pricing? why go for an import when you have a local product?
fuckers, i'm paying cash. you won't get my money.
dad's back from singapore. he went to little india on my request. so it turns out what i wear is called "kurti" and not "kurta thingies". in my defence, reject shop labelled them "3/4 kurta".
18 June 2004 6:48 p.m.i don't think i'll get Employee of the Month for that
i was in the lab for half and hour before running off to the mall for a lunch that lasted till 2.30. go, me!
we went to the adidas outlet where friend A came up with the brilliant idea of having friend B distract the sales assistants (because she's hawt and all that) so that i could run off with the Zidane and Raul posters. in my defence, we did spend ages in MPH. i bought Coraline and am pleased with myself. chuffed, as they say. yes, i know that the back of the book says, "for ages 8 and up". i like the cover - it looks creepy.
speaking of creepy (aha, a clumsily obvious attempt at segueing!), there's the issue of a painting that has become an urban legend. i'm too chickenshit too look at it, but i got the story from clouded-moon. tell me what happens, huh, huh?
here's something i've always wanted to ask but have always forgotten until now - how much of yourself is actually your own? what i mean is the ideals and/or principles on which you base your life. how do you know what's really yours and not something you've learnt?
what do i get for fathers' day? i made breakfast last year, so i have no idea how to top myself. a friend bought her dad a card, but when we went to MPH, she picked up something on Einstein for her dad. MPH is the devil.
my left eyelid is a little swollen. i'm blaming it on the fact that Spain and France drew in their respective games. friend A says it's because i'm a pervert. since i am guilty until proven innocent, let me show you how Brad Pitt causes virtual meltdown by merely sitting down -
on the cover of L'Uomo Vogue (143 kb)
a more manageable version (85 kb)
yay, 100 mb for each of my email accounts. now to find some forwarded shit to fill it up with. how did this happen?
i really appreciate weekends now that i've started working. i get to watch the footie (not "footy", dammit) without worrying about the lab the next day.18 June 2004 7:48 a.m.there are moments when...
i wish i could turn to the total stranger beside me and say, "look, isn't this cool?!"
"this" is when i typed "french military victories" into google's search box and clicked "i'm feeling lucky".
18 June 2004 6:40 a.m.today (for real)
i saw my friend's boyfriend when he came to pick her up. he looks really preppy with his floppy hair and spectacles (i didn't know turks looked like that) but the jacket and fingerless gloves (what are they really called ah?) put that notion to rest.
i wonder why his hand was sweaty.
i hope he doesn't read this. i know she showed him the entry with the naked Fred, so if he is reading this, i'm actually writing about someone else.
once upon a time, there was a french rugby player called Imanol Harinordoquy (i think i spelled that wrong). he was a big tall fella (natch) with masking tape around his head and i saw him in the rugby world cup 2004. it was then i discovered that english commentators don't do very well with foreign names, calling him anything from "Harry-nor-the-key" to "Hairy Knee Donkey".
so that's why i thought graceshu was Imanol when she used the nickname "hairy knee".
re: Beerkada. omgwtflol. i don't fancy Draco though. it's the hair, right?
yeah, so Detroit riots, and Ben Wallace showed me that he has a brain full of filth under that afro when he said this (about Shaq) - "if you don't let him in, he's gonna bang you all night."
18 June 2004 6:38 a.m.exercising is bad for me
i went for a jog on sunday, and my legs hurt and lungs hurt and my eyes were watering near the end of the torture. i have no idea how people do it. it was the thought of being able to run after any snatch thieves that kept me going.
revelation - gorgeous Giourkas Seitaridis. i will be forever greatful if anyone can tell me how to pronounce that without mangling it. doesn't he look like Ruud from the side?
Totti - eew. such naughtiness is extremely unbecoming.
Raul - amazing, but even his hair can go wrong sometimes...
Antonios Nikolopolis Nikopolidis - so, does he look like that Anthony Bourdain fella, or George Clooney, as a friend insists?
all info from UEFA EURO 2004.
also - why are there so many england supporters, and why do they support england? every other person i talk to is aggrieved and cut up inside.
18 June 2004 6:19 a.m.eek
one night, i had a dream where i was trying to read a newspaper but was interrupted by incessant drilling being carried out by construction workers next door. since it was a dream, i awoke to find that it was actually my wall fan being a spoil sport.
the room had grown increasingly warm and stuffy, because humid weather is a new thing in malaysia (no, it isn't). i wanted to sleep without the air-conditioning because it always bungs up my nose and then i have to do my best impression of a footie player clearing his throat on the pitch.
tossing and turning obviously didn't help, so i tried to be quiet and hoped for Orpheus Morpheus to visit.
instead, this invisible pressure thingy pressed down on me! it wasn't like when your leg goes to sleep or whatever, but like that "gui3 ya4" thing in the tabloids. i'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable, rational, non-scary explanation for it, but 3 a.m. is no time to be dispassionate, even if it was the morning of the Holland game.
so i said a prayer, making up the words as i went along, and OMIGOD the pressure vanished.
15 June 2004 5:31 p.m.is it supposed to be fuzzy?!
i've never seen cobra shit before. and what the hell is a giant tor?
i caught the tail-end of MTV Room Raiders yesterday. one of the girls had fan-art in her room, and DBZ yaoi doujinshi under her bed!!! she drew cat-girls and stuff. things like this make me feel more connected to the world somehow, even though i remain in my bubble.
the Star Weekender pullout is becoming a happy diversion for me. the reason for this is a review written by one Hari Azizan for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. the last 2 paragraphs read as such -
"... but NO, if you are losing sleep over this: Harry does not lose his virginity to Ron.maybe later?"
i know Alfonso Cuarón directed it, but come on, the idea itself must have some from someone's blog or (naturally) fanfic. you see, slash is the unifier. or maybe HA has seen Y Tú Mama También, because i haven't.
15 June 2004 5:25 p.m.sorry, i can't tell the difference between Janet and Britney any more
i was trying to get my mind off Portugal's dismal display (alliteration - bear with it). i watched France vs England yayayayayaaay (aight) and now i'm playing hooky from work hard at work on my proposal.
because of my pathetic finances, i've made resolution to buy one CD and/or book every month (clothes don't count). this month, it was particularly difficult to decide what album to buy - i had to settle on either Robi Rosa, Jet or The Vines. trust Ash to come along with Clones and Orpheus (especially Orpheus) and force my hand. the album cover looks a little like Soulfly's, and they seem to have embraced the whole "flaming flames" concept, but they make it their own, so who's going to complain?
it must also be said that Tim Wheeler wears the dirty, greasy, grungy look as though he was the progenitor.
has anyone else seen Kylie in the video for Chocolate? my retinas have yet to recover.
still on the music thing, i find The Corrs offensively inoffensive. they make Ireland look bad.
i got the Ash album when i went to the mall with my dad on sunday, ostensibly to take a walk through the weekend street market. i prefer the flea market at Amcorp. or even the one at Plaza Mont Kiara.
so, on the way there, we saw something that made us gape in disbelief (or maybe it was just me) as the incongruity registered itself - there was a car being driven against the flow of traffic, trundling along in our direction as though it was the most mundane thing in the world to do.
once my dad honked and flashed at it though, it made a dive for the relative safety of a bus-stop. people sitting at the bus-stop across the road entertained themselves thusly.
continuing in the same vein, i was doing some cross-referencing when i came across a medical research article written by one A. Camus. d00d!
watched Like Mike on sunday night while waiting for the France game. the movie is alright, though a tad cheesy in parts, but i only watched it to see the cameo by DIRK NOWITZKI and STEVE NASH. he never did reply my e-mail...
this pc stays on when it's not online. norton detected a trojan called "gaobot". what is it? any anti-virus scan we run shuts down halfway. is it connected? i didn't know the threads of life extended that far.
since this is the case, i can do my work at home. however, due to the absence of MS Office, i will have to make do with Wordpad. this always happens when i need to type - my experience stretches back to first year. maybe i'm not meant for academicia. maybe i'm supposed to go and audition to be a documentary presenter or something.
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it's very risky, though - it restarted just before i typed "...".
we'll see if that saying about the chinese being born gamblers is true.
