27 July 2004 8:22 p.m.
i'm good at brevity too. honest.

i spent an hour of my lunch-time collecting my robe and stuff. the area around the ticket collection counter was so deserted i expected tumbleweed to blow by. strains from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly played in my head. the crowd was gone, probably queueing up for tickets to the premier of I, Robot.

i had to collect my hat first, and the guy took my ticket, then said, "you want A or B?"

me: eh?
guy: choose one - A or B?
me: *wtf hat got size wan ah?* A.
guy: A is me, he's B. *points to the other guy*
me: *wtf it's not funny i haven't eaten yet* heh.

Miss Turkey complained that the hall was too quiet yesterday. today, they played dangdut.

after that, i hunted out MT and Miss Engagement (LOL) to go to lunch. they said they wanted to donate blood.

"but we haven't had lunch yet," i protested.
"we've had breakfast," they said brightly.
"okay..."

at the transfusion unit, the receptionist said, "have you had lunch?"

when you donate blood, the first thing they do is test your blood group and hemoglobin level. for the latter, they drop some of your blood into a blue liquid blue copper sulfate. if the drop floats, you're in; if not, they'll think you're dieting and not eating right, and then they'll tell your friend (me). now that i think about it, it was like watching a lava lamp. yay.

i don't care what you think, i like lava lamps.

in the end, i was the only eligible candidate. such is irony.

there was a moment when i had a moment (and nearly a bowel movement) when i thought the student-type nurse would be the one to jab the fucking big needle into my precious vein. after filling the bag, i had to lie there for nearly another half hour to wait for the blood to clot. i was coddled by the nurse though. i swear, i have never had my chin pinched.

("never before", "after that... never again" - redundant, or just me being anal?)

this guy beside me was an impatient fella - they'd taken the needle out and had just given him the cotton wool to stem the bleeding (there's just a little, okay) when he wanted to get up and leave. cue the 4'11" nurse pushing him back down and telling him to stay there. witness me laughing when he protested that he had to get back to work.

nurse: it's for your own good.
him: but i have a ton of work.
nurse: you. stay. there. until. i. tell. you. otherwise.

he had a nice butt. it was an unexpected perk, next to the croissants and the milo they made for us.

attendant: what would you like to drink?
me: can i pass on that?
attendant: *stern* no.
me: okay then.

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27 July 2004 8:13 p.m.
a true story

verily did the sun poke slender rays over the horizon. cautiously did the dawn emerge, banishing shadows into deep, shadowy pools of shadow. birds awoke from their slumber, dazedly heralding another monday. the world lay as a newborn would - quiet and clean.

and yet, all was not as it seemed. there was another face to the erstwhile tranquility, there were soft, rustling movements amid the lush greenery, an undercurrent of nervousness and anticipation that rendered spelt doom for the previously peaceful dawn.

as the day brightened, shadows huddled together miserably, gradually becoming distinctly humanoid forms. suddenly, one sneezed.

"when are they giving out the tickets?" she sniffled. her friends ignored her, as they had done throughout their one hour wait since 6.30 a.m. a Boy was curled up in his sleeping bag, snoring contentedly, as he had done since 3 a.m. appearances mattered not, for he was at the head of the line.

the minutes crawled by, and the Boy snored on, dead to the world. as the sun rose, it shone on a seemingly endless group of people, all of them impatiently glancing at their watches, willing the insolent hands (or digital faces) to complete their majestic sweep of the hour in a speedier fashion.

a ripple of excitement ran through the crowd at the sight of two people striding toward them. as they stalked past the students in the authoritative manner, one of them was heard to mutter something about "bloody kiasu children".

the chaos that followed the beginning of the ticket giveaway may not have overshadowed that of Ikea's opening day, but individual battles were fought and won and lost and drawn as people tried to one-up each other in the queue.

the next step after ticket collection was to enter the ominously ominous examination building where the convocation robes lay, ready to pawed through, tried on and finally, some say grudgingly, accepted. the air inside thrummed with energy while outside, the rest of the crowd boiled in the sun, waiting for the time when their turn would come.

wisely, though some say complacently, i waited for tuesday.

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25 July 2004 9:26 p.m.
things that have nothing to do with anything

if i had to give a name to something living, i'd call it Clovis.

if i ever had a pet, it would be a reptile.

IMHO should stand for "in my honest opinion".

i don't understand the big deal about belittling locally-made products, especially when 2 countries produce the same thing, e.g. Nike slippers, and charge the same price; and people still go for the foreign product. today i tried on a pair of Adidas sandals that looked fab on my bony feet. having read Idlan's article, i looked at the label and found that it was made in Vietnam. i wouldn't pay RM50 for that. narf. one is paying for the brand anyway.

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25 July 2004 8:58 p.m.
oh, behave

Tana Umaga, Doug Howlett and Fred Michalak aren't the only reasons i love rugby -

"(Justin) Marshall spreads it wide for (Daniel) Carter...."
- from a commentator for yesterday's Tri-Nation game between New Zealand and South Africa. i don't think he knew i was watching.

it just kills me.

i don't know why, but i'm always hesitant about buying shoes after i try them on for the first time. i have to dither over it for a few days before i finally feel comfortable owning them. on the other hand, today's foray in to the Padini concept store in Ikano yielded a pair of boot-cut jeans (only they were called "bootleg"... maybe they were bootleg). so you see, i'm not a shopaholic.

Ikano is a new place, and as new places are, it's nice and bright and clean. maybe too much so. i can't think of any other reason for the idiot who sprayed pee-pee all over the toilet seat. for my sake, if you're going to hover, at least put the seat up, you stupid bitch. i actually thought i was in the wrong toilet for a moment, but remembered guys put the seat up. or so i've heard.

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24 July 2004 9:02 a.m.
random picture post (complete with useless bits of trivia)

get yours today!

did you know that as of 20/07/2004, Chris Cornell officially became an old geezer? happy belated birthday, eheheheh.

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23 July 2004 7:15 p.m.
i must rescue my Roald Dahl anthology

we saw this mucking around in Section 17 on Wednesday, so we car-jacked them and took all the vanilla Coke. i don't even drink the stuff.

okay, so we didn't steal anyone's car, but my friend parked his car by the sidewalk in an impressively reckless dive, considering he hasn't been driving that long.

as the 4 female passangers tumbled out (that was us), Aloy (as in Yap? eheheheh) the Cruiser fella said, "dude, you take car-pooling to a whole new level!"

it was funny, people ended up taking part in the Superhero game - a line of 20-or so people squatted at the bus-stop outside SRK Sri Damai, mooing for all they were worth. well, for either The Rasmus or tickets to I, Robot.

next week, we will be allowed to collect our convocation robes. what's the root word of "convocate" anyway? is it actually own verb, having no need to depend on lowly suffixes and/or prefixes, standing proud and alone?

i'm not looking forward to it. i hate crowds. crowds make me insane with rage. crowds are stupid. identity is eroded by numbers and everyone melds/melts together in to a mindless mass. see, it's even got me alliterating again (though i think it's been unfairly demonised, unlike A CROWD). a sensitive soul such as mine needs to sanctity of solitude.

but seriously, have you ever looked at people in malls? everyone's face is blank, bland... a drone. except the children, who don't give a shit about conformity, which is quite endearing except for the fact that i want to trip them because those damned heelies ARE NOT CUTE.

other than that, crowds at anime conventions and concerts are good clean fun until people get trampled.

if you aren't underfoot, then you can't get trampled, right? then why do people still write "trampled underfoot"? are those the same writers who repeat things again?

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22 July 2004 8:07 a.m.
there was this movie...

Tristan! Dagonet! Tristan/Dagonet = one true pairing!!!

Arthur/Guinevere = eh...

Arthur/Lancelot = now that's what i want to see.

see how Tristan (Mads Mikkelsen [!]) slyly glances at Dagonet (Ray Stevenson) when Lancelot flounces out of the bar. the potential of yearning angst between them could fill volumes! hearing Dagonet speak gave me the same feeling as when Vinnie Jones' character spoke in Gone In 60 Seconds.

observe, also, what happens when Lancelot finds Arthur praying in the stable -

"Why do you talk to God and not to me?" Ioan Gruffud says most peevishly.

good thing he has killer cheekbones, because he wouldn't have looked as good in blue paint as Keira Knightley did.

best lines -

Lancelot: *regarding the Saxons they're going to fight* There are a lot of lonely men out there.
Guinevere: Don't worry, I won't let them rape you.

a few questions though -

1. who taught the Woads to speak english if they're supposed to be a barbaric race?
2. why does Merlin's accent disappear after a few moments of speaking to Arthur?
3. why does Guinevere's accent sound different from her father's?

trainspotting FACT - Joel Edgerton, who plays the cuddly Sir Gawain, and is in Star Wars as Owen Lars (er...); has been dating Cathy Freeman of the Sydney Olympics fame. please don't tell me you don't know who she is.

for a more comprehensive review, go here. it even has a line about "English soccer fans" in it.

p.s. - wouldn't it be cool if i could call Filipinos "Pippo-s" instead?

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20 July 2004 7:52 p.m.
gee, you're pretty

there was a girl behind me at the phone-booking ticket-collection counter. as i stepped away, folding my tickets together, she approached the counter and said, "hi, what movies are showing at 6 p.m.?"

it could have been a dare.

is there such a thing as "controlled chaos"?

peanut butter wafer crunch... mmm.

dieux de stade, and more!

and one for the subversive types out there - a softer world

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19 July 2004 6:55 p.m.
resistance was futile

i thought i was too tired to blog, but if that's the case, then i don't know what the shit this is.

at lunch today, me and Miss Turkey were having such an enjoyable conversation that we nearly tipped our table over. if you actually saw it happen, i'll pretend it wasn't me.

i have an aversion to dressing up. it's not that i don't wear silk as though it were a friend, but i'm a low-maintenance person, so any glam-ness is at odds with my innate scruffiness. this makes my parents even more determined to shoe-horn me into something slinky.

well, fine. i came home with an E'tho paper bag today. i know i'm going to regret it - the guy said it'd look great with gold/silver/off-white shoes.

you know what, i just want to run away from this convocation business.

there was a different designer-type there today, a guy. when i told him i thought the sides of the skirt should be let out a little, he looked at it, and then back at me blankly.

"i don't understand," he said, "do you want it to be tighter or looser?"

"looser."

"but it's already so loose," he exclaimed, pinching more than an inch to prove his point.

"oh, er... the lady the other day said i'd have to let it out," i said, dying to get out of it.

"no need lah!"

"okay..."

"i can iron the line so it falls straight. you all go and walk one more round (around the mall) and then come back here lah. it will be ready by then."

it sits in its bag, mocking me through its layers of soft white tissue.

psst... hey, y'all remember Fred? omigod has he always been that pouty??? thought so.

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