25 June 2004 5:41 a.m. if you're looking for an insightful, coherent post, sorry, please look elsewhere. half an hour ago, i was ready to write I LOVE RUI COSTA and leave it at that. but as is already known, Frank Lampard just couldn't mind his own biz. yes, it's a shame about Rooney's broken foot. i've never seen a goalkeeper take a penalty before. Davids James and Beckham must be kicking themselves right now. Hosts hold their nerve (portugal won 6-5 on penalties) ... poor Rui. it must have been a real anti-climatic moment for him when he missed. i can't think of anything else to say or do, except to stumble around, staring blankly at nothing and burbling incoherently. now to get through the rest of the day. "US to let nations patrol straits" hey, fuck you, no one asked for help in the first place. why should a country be approached for help when it can't even protect its own people, yet insists that other nations join in in the "War Against Terror"? what's the point of deploying more soldiers if they're only going to point their weapons at civilians? i was in the kitchen the day the news broadcast the kidnapping of Kim Sun-Il. as it was, i could only listen in despair as he cried, saying he didn't want to die. i think we all knew that he would, eventually. it all makes my work so futile - why bother curing and saving and remedying when destruction is always 10 steps ahead of you? the world isn't moving closer to the edge - it's already there.
england vs portugaleuro2004 is still grappling with the result even as i type. this is cool - it makes me feel like i'm immersed in the world or something.
things that make me angry
hey, man, don't ask me...
i had a dream that involved Gianluigi Buffon and a lesbian who wanted to undergo a sex-change so that she could give her partner children. like i said, don't ask.
i watched Shrek 2 yesterday. the best character is Puss in Boots, and not just because he's voiced Antonio Banderas. there was a long line at the box office - TGV OU must be run by a bank - 4 counters available but only one was open.
there were people who, upon being told that the only available seats were 3/4/5 rows from the front, decided to debate about it on the spot. you stupid or what? there are screens at the box office announcing the availability of tickets for each movie.
i made some sarky remarks, and i think the guy in front me must have agreed, even though he pretended not to hear them. him and his missus didn't take too long to buy their tix though. neither did my brother and me - the only thing we would have rejected was the front row, and even those were filled eventually.
for those who haven't seen it yet, but are most definitely planning to, be sure to stay on - there's an adorable epilogue bit.
i'm not a smoker, so i wouldn't know of the nicotine craving, but surely it can't be compelling to the extent of having to smoke in the stairways? i see it all the time after a movie, but it's only tobacco, right? right?
there's a shop beside the Potato Patch called Pop Pop Shop (or something - there used to be a chocolate store there). it caught our eye because one of the t-shirts said I'M A VIRGIN.
also, Potato Patch now offers "english mustard". it's actually yellow wasabe with a sprinkling of gun-powder.
this may be overdue now that they're out of Euro 2004, but i found a fab Buffon site. his official site is in italian, which makes it, sadly, less fab. it has a recording of a song Juventus recorded for charity (Il Mio Canto Libero). happily, a video is also available.
24 June 2004 7:14 p.m.daftness
i realise that the world i live in is miles away from everyone else's, but that doesn't stop me from feeling surprised when people exclaim over how George Micheal and Boy George (eh?) are gay. well, okay, it's just my work-mate, but it was funny to see her talking about when George Michael was outed. i think she still can't quite believe it.
actually, i can understand the "wtf, he's gay?!" bit, but what went over my head was when she said she was ashamed of being a fan, and of having fan-girled with all her heart before the LA incident. and then she topped that by saying she didn't know how she was going to face her house-mates when the incident hit the news.
being the passive-aggressive person that i am, i laughed at her.
22 June 2004 10:25 p.m.fuck off to a nunnery
in other words, Rachel Hunter is a stupid cunt, and a shame to all females. she said that "the world was a safer place because of what Bush was brave enough to do." i'm glad she's not with Robbie anymore.
i won't get to watch Italy vs Denmark. i must be the only person in Malaysia without a UHF aerial. or a frequency splitter. i don't even know how those work.
naturally, i am reduced to haunting the TV3 (one of the broadcasters) website, and hey whaddaya know - they're showing the repeat tomorrow at 4.45 a.m.
did you know that The Darkness are the slashiest band around right now? yes, i've heard a lot about Franz Ferdinand, but have yet to see proof.
went shopping with the brother who wanted a new pair of cargo pants. we were drawn to a shop that was playing System of A Down, but i nearly turned back because of the volume. i'm too young for this growing old shit.
i wonder about these new students. they cross the road any where they want to. it's as if they were brought up in their gardens and university is their first ever contact with the outside world (because Domino's deliveries don't count), and then mummy isn't there to hold their pampered little hand any more, so at 8 a.m. on a monday morning they think, "class is across the road... i guess i'll have to cross it. hm, shiny... it's a car!"
*steps onto the road*
*car screeches to a halt*
*ItchyMicchi curses idiot freshie*
there's a movie called Mindhunter. i mention it because there's a Maroon5 song playing in the background.
22 June 2004 8:53 a.m.diversifying your options
subtitled - stop gawking at the eyes and read the copyright tag. who'da thunk? it's a picture, btw.
21 June 2004 3:28 p.m.
breaking the tedium
when i'm screening a slide, i pretend i'm looking at the biggest Jackson Pollock in the world. on the internet. so i have to scroll up and down and sideways and i'm NEVER EVER DONE.
and when pretending to be arty gets more boring than it already is, then i pretend i'm at a footie game, and there are 10 minutes of extra time; because i have to look at 100 fields per slide.
did i mention it's hazy today? i feared for my health - that's why i'm at home instead of in the lab.
in other news, the editor of EPL replied to my e-mail! i know he must prolly do that for hundreds of e-mails daily, but my existence has been validated yay.
oh, and before i forget, is the schoolgirl uniform fetish thing still around? cuz there ain't nuthin' more fetching than a nice-looking boy in a skirt. oh, wait, i saw that in Zatoichi yesterday, starring the personification of cool - Takeshi Kitano.
20 June 2004 1:16 p.m.cue high-pitched hysterical screaming
one of the results is Hector Eric Bana in his Hulk t-shirt, so go NOW.
also - the beautiful game.
20 June 2004 12:08 p.m.live fast, die young; leave a good-looking corpse. or, have the buttered prawns.
so after all that freaking out over embalming fluid in our food, we went for a sea-food lunch at a sea-side restaurant that was beside the sea. we declined the prawns (just because) and ordered crabs instead.
[as an asinine aside (dude i rock so hard) -
person: so, what's good?
waitress: we have crabs.
person: *pause* oh, i'm sorry. are you taking anything for it?]
if the sale of formalin was restricted, then the prices on the black market would go up, and then the price of sea-food would go up, and then it would become one of those "people always want what they don't have" things, and then the social classes would be defined by different parameters, which would pave the way for general anarchy and nihilism, which is where i come in, because i love a good bitch-fest.
the way to the restaurant was tolled. the Smartag booths on both sides of the road were either faulty or under maintenance HAWHAWHAW.
i went to bed during the second half of Holland vs Czech Republic. i don't know what to feel now that i've seen the results. well, i did mutter something about a France-Greece final.
so, like, i got a g-mail invite, right. if i'd heard of it 5 years ago, i would have assumed it was when Ja Rule sent an e-mail to Jay-Z (or some rubbish). as it is, it's the new pink, isn't it? fortunately, i can go without pink.
