21 August 2004 12:26 p.m. i have issues with Sk8r Boi. you can tell whose song it is by the impeccable spelling, but that's not my point - i'll talk about canadian edumakayshun another day. i actually wanted to post this entry yesterday, but i was wrestling with the topic and getting nowhere. the song defies my smoothness because it's such a clunky bastard. basically, she's crowing about landing the It Guy, whom Ballet Girl turned down. the (only) reason she's crowing about it is because he's famous and so she gets to hang out backstage with him and all the smelly roadies and the over-friendly band-aids (re: Almost Famous) and all the hyper-hyper fans and gatecrashers and stage-divers and wannabes and omigosh it's going to be wild because Ballet Girl ISN'T A PART OF IT. did that make sense? if it did, explain it to me, please. so... he may or may not be cute but he's famous. she may or may not fancy him for his sparkling personality, but he's famous. is she happy for him or for herself? the only conclusion i came to is that she's a kiasu little brat who has an enormous chip on her shoulder, which complements that massive inferiority-complex perfectly. i'm glad i sorted that out. plus, she's a real life Mary Sue (not to be confused with a real person, and it would be helpful to browse these results - one can only truly know the true nature of an MS that way. truely. the canon here is life as we know it. you wait and see. special bonus cos you all iz ma bitchez fo life homiezzz (or some such shit) - what happens to Mary Sues. for you anoraks, Yahoo! returned 3,690,000 results for "what is a mary sue". (this time-wasting concept was brung on yesterday by someone in the second college dorm [i parked my car there] who was playing the song so loudly the words were audible from 100 meters away. woe unto his neighbours.) did you know that Avril is french for April? NOT SO PUNK NOW, ARE YOU? or are they busy running people off the roads because they're rushing to a meeting? i remember Semi Value once saying, "if you are late, don't blame the jam - leave the house earlier." okay, the attribution may be erroneous, but obviously those VIPs weren't listening either. or - :: 18/08/04 - wednesday 4.44 p.m. shit i'm late for the conference at *random coffee-house*! have just told *driver's name* to step on it. those fucking outriders better use those damn sirens - i don't pay 'em to wave their dicks around... . :: /imaginary blog. i could be wrong though - maybe they would blog in malay, but i won't embarrass myself; it's been ages since my last karangan (composition). say, what would happen if the PM's secretary were to send a "terse, strongly worded letter of rebuke" to a works minister? sometimes i feel like a loser when dad talks about how his friends' children are all grown-up and working and shagging (not really) and leading fabulously independent lives away from home. i'm a lowly little research assistant who's labouring over her very first scientific article with no clue where to start. and then one of those friends called last night when we were all at dinner in Taman Megah's Yin Doi coffee-shop (mint sauce lamb yaaay), asking how to get the Olympics on cable. dad said, "you hang on ah, i pass you to my daughter and you talk to her lah." me: *mouth full of lamb* ug? (translation: i'm occupied at the moment, please take a number.) after a round of relay questioning, it was determined that the fella hadn't subscribed to the sports package. poor guy. "why didn't he ask his children?" i asked, assuming all parents naturally turn to their children for help with things with buttons. dad sighed. "his children all big oredi, all working mah." *bollocks* "at 10 p.m.?" dad shrugged. and i'm not talking about footballers aieeee. damned spores. but it's okay, i feel productive. speaking of footie, that Cristiano Ronaldo fella really grows on one, doesn't he? but i don't think that crosses the minds of the people who look for "cristiano ronaldo's girlfriend" or "cristiano ronaldo + girlfriend". and then they end up here huahuahua. so i went to Dolce and Gabbana, right, and lo and behold, the Calcio boys were there. see how Rui Costa kills me.
the lost Gump-ian
do politicians have blogs?
reflections: part nth
i see them even when i close my eyes...
it's such a coincidence how Jeff Ooi got a letter about obnoxious outriders and i blogged about the same thing as well. i just wonder how the outriders themselves feel - surely one would feel like shit knowing that everyone hates your guts because you're an obnoxious twat? then again, maybe i'm over-estimating them.
16 August 2004 7:18 p.m.ItchyMicchi and the Yo-yo Parasites
i'm the only person i know who plans her day so that she can skive off in the afternoon. problem is that it never goes to plan, like today - i stayed 6 hours after my planned departure time (11.30 a.m. - told you i was a skiver). it was probably my conscience finally struggling free of all the denial. that, and the meeting with my supervisor.
you know what the problem is? during such meetings, my mind is a whirlwind of lateral and abstract concepts, all of which can further my research. it's fabulous, naturally, but once the meeting is over, it's like waking up from a dream and returning to the grey mundanity of reality; except that it doesn't make me want to kill myself.
plan of action: take down notes.
verdict: plan successfully implemented.
unfortunately, i also have a problem being consistently diligent.
speaking of research, those damned spores won't conform to my expectations of regularity - their numbers increase one day and decrease so much during the next count that i think the cultures in which they grow are dying; and then i tell my supervisor that i need more cell lines, and then it looks daft when there's an increased spore number the very next day.
isn't it strange how "metrosexual" doesn't occur to us when we think of UM's Resident Hotness?
why do we have to shout "merdeka" 7 times? i thought the original cry was only repeated 3 times. lucky number 7 ah? maybe that feng shui woman had something to do with it.
speaking of feng shui, i think it's freaky that Lillian Too would be invited to MPH as one of their "favourite writers". the whole thing has "er..." written (ahaha) all over it.
so we get 4 channels for the olympics. that counts for nowt when the tv guide seems to have rearranged the events... i wanted to see the portugal game, dammit. and those ASTRO announcers? no.
not naked, but it's all about participation, innit?
genocide or fratricide - whatever you call it, people are still dying.15 August 2004 7:02 p.m.it's the flawless skin, isn't it?
trust you to remind me i'll be older in 12 days...
i met a second uncle today at the TTDI family day thing at the park (i took a picture with the mime!). apparently, he's the chairman of the organising committee. go, uncle! i hardly know him though, but that's probably because i've never met him before.
as my aunt was trying to place mum's face, he and i had a little convo that went like this -
uncle: hi, how are you?
me: good. you?
uncle: i'm fine! wah... you're much taller than me now, just like (14 year old cousin's name)!
me: aha!
uncle: so, what form** are you in now?
me: *eh?* er, actually, ijustreceivedmydegree.
uncle: pardon?
me: i received my degree last week.
uncle: *turns to wife* did you know she's got her degree already???
aunt: *is a lecturer in the faculty*
i had a burger for breakfast. i don't know if the Burger Boyz fella was trying to chat me up, but he asked for my name to go with my order. all i did was ask how long it would take, and he claimed it'd be faster that way - and it was! so, um, i kinda leap-frogged 4 people that way.
** - liek, what year in secondary school.
14 August 2004 11:09 p.m.ooh aah
why is that this man's nickname? not that i'm complaining.
you know what happens when you go to return your convocation robe on the last day? you end up standing in line for 2 hours with the other 200 people who've finished their half-day working saturday.
so i was making my jaunty way to the return counter, following the signboard and all that; and i rounded the final corner and saw about 60 unhappy people standing in the sun.
my jauntiness buggered off, and i slouched to the canteen (which was around another corner) to fortify myself before rejoining my fellow procrastinators.
today's weather was hot and humid, and we were standing in the most of it. a breeze made its occasional appearance, but the battle was already - deodorants were failing. a message i sent to a friend said, "time has frozen. we are in stasis. we are travelling without moving. tis nowt but illusions!"
i lost my place in line when we had to go to the verification counter, but this guy smiled and let me go ahead of him. aww!
the journey home was surreal - there was a traffic jam. on a saturday? i need to get out more. highway traffic was crawling. maybe i should just stay home.
i dragged brother #1 out for lunch at OU. the carpark there has its own traffic system, and we met an old, and very indignant, fogey travelling down the wrong side of an improvised lane. he could have reversed all the way back, but old fogeys never give way, which is precisely why there are so few of them around.
we went window shopping after lunch. brother #1 found out why i don't go into places like Kenneth Cole. i know how he felt because yesterday i went into Canterbury to look at the Australian jersey. it was discounted by 20%, but the original price was RM379. what laa...
as we flipped through the racks of horrendously overpriced linen that is British India's repertoire, my mind skittered back to the day in japanese class when Resident Hotness showed up 10 minutes late, as usual, strolling in wearing a kurta, loose cotton trousers (i assume it was cotton - it's so him) and chapals that look fab only when he's wearing them. i remember that practically every eye followed his progress to the back of the classroom, trailing cologne in his wake.
did you know that H.P. Lovecraft rocks on so many levels? his prose is so cold and elegant and deliberate, and most of all, relentless - just like time itself.
well, i see i've outdone myself in the insight department for today.
13 August 2004 5:03 p.m.aisehman...
this weather is making people really obnoxious. i was going home during lunch hour when all the traffic on the highway just fucking stopped. i stepped the hell out of my brakes and craned my neck to look for the accident, only there wasn't one. i noticed that the lone car in the left lane had swerved onto the grassy kerb and stopped.
and then, patience help me, a police outrider screamed by, followed by the merc with tinted windows. i hope the fucker wasn't on his way to the mosque or something, cos that would have been REALLY OBNOXIOUS.
liek, d00d, why you so speshul, man? why do you have to be at the head of the line? i think everyone wanted to beat his ass just then. yeah, DG3 (or maybe DG6), i'm looking for you AIGHT.
in other news, i wanted to run a red light but was 30 seconds too slow. i know, i know, i'm sorry - if i died, who would supply random nudie pics art for you jerks, hm?
so i watched The Village. i've always said that i'd watch it for Joaquin Phoenix and Adrien Brody, but student price not withstanding; M Night Shyamalan has gone downhill after The Sixth Sense. Signs was passable, but only because of JP.
so, Adrien Brody, right, he makes village idiots of the world look so bad, and i mean that as a compliment. he has to be seen to be drooled over (ya, still drool-worthy even as an imbecile). eeeeee, so cute.
listened in on a convo between mum and the maid, who comes in every week. apparently our neighbour cussed out her own mother just now. this is a revelation to me - i had no idea that obnoxious people are snotty to even their own kin.
i really should learn to say no - i went to the bookstore to get a footie mag, but came home with Neil Gaiman's American Gods and no footie mag!
i've popped my Smallville cherry, and wow it's pretty watchable. i know Lex and Clark are supposed to have some platonic man-love thing going, but a shrill little voice in my head kept screaming "kiss him, KISS HIM already!!!"
13 August 2004 8:38 a.m.undone
i mistook Kuala Kangsar for Kangar. there you go.
this is seriously cool. i hope you think so too. nicked from Stephan and Alek.
speaking of videos, here's this one of Man Utd in Romania (Not the Top Story Video Special - United Running Scared of Lightning). to be fair, if i had been there, i would have jumped and screamed like a girl (waitaminute...); but i wouldn't have run. the vid was too grainy to make out the champion sprinter's face, but i do know now that Alex Ferguson has some balls.
