10 September 2004 10:23 p.m. who knows - Saki might become the next Austen if enough people read him, but my opinion is that there aren't enough smart people to appreciate him. he has an edge over Miz Austen though, because he was gay and that's so liek hip now (if you still used the word hip). give it up for the man known to his parents as Hector (Hector!) Hugh (Hugh!!) Munro. you just can't go wrong with a name like that.
about ReginaldWhen the widegeon westward winging
Heard the folk Veeriniginging
Heard the shouting and the singing--
...
Mother, may i go and maffick,
Tear around and hinder traffic?
...
And the sleeper, eye unlidding,
Heard a voice forever bidding
Much farewell to Dolly Gray;
Turning weary on his truckle-
Bed he heard the honey-suckle
Lauded in apiarian lay
...
Cease, War, thy bubbling madness that the wine shares,
And bid thy legions turn their swords to mine shares.
it's not Jabberwocky, more like Jabberwocky on acid. i don't know how to appreciate poetry.
you know who else is old? the Beastie Boys. doesn't make them less likable though. come now, any band formed before the Red Hot Chili Peppers is old.
trivia - a great thing happened in the year i was born, e.g. the Beastie Boys were formed (only they weren't called the Beastie Boys yet).
please look away from the shoes for a moment - on wednesday at 7.30 a.m. on the LDP, i saw a motorbike hit a car (Proton Wira) and piss off without apologising, not that any of us expected him to. if that was you who was hit, or someone you know, the motorbike's licence-plate number is BDR 9612. hah.
i guess someone from Domino's reads this blog - Vegorama Fireball comes pretty close to my dream pizza, except for the sambal sauce.
08 September 2004 8:32 p.m.something i've never done
as far as i can remember anyway.
those of you who've read Saki will no doubt have discovered he was in fact english, not japanese. you will also have found that he is insidiously addictive, so smooth is his style, so bite-size are his tales. if you haven't, there's time to catch up. the point is, i lent a copy to a friend, and she loved it so much, she bought her own copy. now she has a fever, she's quoting bits of Reginald's poetry to me over SMS; Reginald being one of Saki's characters.
i'm still not sure what it is i've done.
08 September 2004 6:17 p.m.hello, my children
i watched a wonderfully kitschy Hallmark movie last night called Monster Makers. in it, 2 kids are watching a classic, never-before released movie (Monsters On The Loose!) on hallowe'en night when a power surge enables the monsters to escape from the screen and run around town making mischief.
so, it is up to the kids, plus the mother; the writer; the movie sheriff and assorted town-folk to get them back where they should be (because being somewhere doesn't mean you belong there).
great fun, and the good vibe must have carried over to today, because a method i've been using in the lab has finally borne inedible fruit, and i have something to show at last.
on an unhappy note, our supervisor has finally realised how lazy one of the master students is. oh wait, unhappy for that student anyway - we couldn't give a shit.
there was supposed to be something else, but i'll just end with this - Britney Spears has cellulite omgwtfbbqlol!!!!1111!!!
08 September 2004 8:49 a.m.pavements are your friend
especially if you're a pedestrian, more so when you insist on walking on the road itself even when there's a pavement across the road. in fact, they should be considered a life-saver when someone unlike me decides not to swerve away from you at the last moment, leaving nothing but, oh say, 2 inches of air between your elbow and my side-view mirror.
that oughta teach 'em not to walk abreast. why walk abreast anyway? don't breasts get their own exercise or something?
getting to the lab at 8 a.m. is hard for me - all the non-stop work made me want to speed to the nearest mall and spend mindlessly. instead, i went to Amcorp to look for lunch, and petroleum jelly. for some reason, all the Guardian branches are out of their stocks of Vaseline, while some only have the big tub left. what am i gonna do with so much petroleum jelly? wait, don't answer that.
the best part is, i could never find it on my own. i'd always have to go up to a sales assistant and ask, and then they would lead me to the very aisle i'd just left in order to ask them where it was. and the first thing they'd show me was a pretty, flowery green and yellow tub of MANDOM petroleum jelly.
verily, i buggered off to the hypermart and bought peach yogurt instead. when you see "500g", you think, "oh, i can handle that." but then you realise that it's half a kilo, and wahey, you have the next day's brekafast ready, and possibly lunch too.
did you know that Friendster is still alive and thriving as the internet's greatest source of stupid, dumb-ass, guilt-tripping message-forwarding facilities? nah, i got a testimonial from Miss Anne Thrope just now - i think being up north for so long has given her cabin fever, the poor thing.
05 September 2004 9:26 p.m.it must be the weather
angst hangs heavy in the air, as does melodrama. when i read about the russian shchool incident, i caught myself thinking, "well, at least the hostage-takers died too." it should never come to that.
tragically, the one-footed, orange-headed alien failed to notice the Ent creeping up behind.
being pedantic
i'm not anal-retentive for insisting that "homely" means "ugly". Yahoo! says -
homely: ADJECTIVE: 1. Not attractive or good-looking: a homely child.
that's pretty damn near ugly to me.
it's just that one of the master's candidates in our lab, in a flash of insight away from dumping things where they shouldn't go, said that most of the students under our supervisor (herself included) were homely.
however, since i am being anal-retentive and obssessive-compulsive today (for lack of entertainment), i will also insist that "racial and religious tolerance" be abolished, and "acceptance" and "celebration" be used instead of "tolerance".
the point is that "tolerance" implies that one race is superior to the others, and must suffer the others' existence for the sake of "national harmony". i thought all races were equal, any superiority or inferiority being relative and all in Hitler's mind. it's just another way of saying "festering discontent and malice" with the way we're going with things.
i wasn't sure about talking about religion, so i'll just say that God is God is God no matter how you speak to God. i read an interview with a lesbian writer (sorry, i forgot her name, but i know she's female) who said that God is stronger than any religion, or something like that. i also have issues with God being referred to as "Him" (Powerpuff Girls - Him is a bad guy aieeee), but that's something i'm saving for an occasion worthy of smiting.
brought on by this article by Izuan.
04 September 2004 2:58 a.m.holy crow, it's neo-soul!
i wasn't gonna write, but it wouldn't go away; like the burp that precedes the barf. the picture of a cogitating Ruud serves to illustrate my thoughtful frame of mind.
so i went to Tower Records with Suze and succumbed to the outrageous stare that belongs to Remy Shand, and you know what - his slippy sliding smooth smoothness can beat Robi Rosa's bedroom eyes even with both hands tied behind his back oh yes.
i overheard a conversation today -
*two research assistants (RA) some out from their lab behind ItchyMicchi as she exits the ladies'*
RA #1: you know ah, i was hit by a motorcycle yesterday... .
you know how people say mushrooms taste like sperm? i've noticed that it's always guys who say it.
on a related topic, there's a cafe in UM that serves hotdogs. i checked out the toppings offered while on the way to discover their oregano-topped cheese-sticks. the mushroom-cheese hotdog topping thingy in the picture was an opaque, whitish, gelid/jellied mass. it sure as hell didn't remind me of vicks' vaporub!
02 September 2004 7:49 p.m.Hugh Jackman in gold trousers
us students and our (amazingly far-sighted, visionary, inspiratory, optimistic) supervisor were at lunch when he got a call saying Anwar Ibrahim was free. i didn't even know they were re-hearing the case or whatever you call it.
i'm ambivalent about it - what's the fuss about one man when there surely are others languishing in jail, suffering for crimes not of their doing? and if he is/was guilty, he can't be the only one. there are moments like that in the movies, and the flippant response is, "well, he was stupid enough to get caught."
i don't even know why i'm writing about it, maybe i'm easily influenced by what i read because god knows nearly every blogger on PPS has variations of "Anwar is free fjdsf;dgj;!!!" in their titles.
i guess the question is - if it hadn't been Anwar Ibrahim who had been jailed, would there have been the same response?
someone on the scarfer's blog asked about 13 may 1969. it's a bunch of bollocks, that's what it is. "a dark period in malaysian history" and no one wants to talk about it? it wasn't the Holocaust and it wasn't a Depression; we don't have to live with a past like the germans', and they've gotten over it (somewhat) so why the hell are we being so cowardly?
it was a bunch of malays, chinese and indians beating down on each other, and also on the white man one sunny day. the longest account i have of it is in a story by Terence Fernandez or something. even mum won't talk about it, so the first sentence of this paragraph could be greviously wrong and i wouldn't even know it. after all, what can you surmise from the term "racial riots"? it's like japan and china, you know - "Peking was occupied". and then?!
speaking of conflict, i watched The Pianist, and yes, it's excellent. mum said "it was nice", which is as close as she gets to saying "cool". the point of this seemingly pointless tangent is that all war movies are drab and cold. however, the fact that the sun shines no matter what happens is proof of the fact that mankind is a piece of shit and the world can go on without us.
it's not like i have issues or anything.
"from great love springs great hate." i'm sure it's from a video game or something.
closer to home, and pretty damn sad, is the parent who wrote to The Star to say how his/her daughter's blog really his/her feelings with its rage. it's all tragicomic because nearly everyone is a shit at that age, but most of us vented in actual journals that involved actual writing with a real pen/pencil. now there's the internet and everybody reads your hysterical fan-girl-brat shit which increases the parents' blush factor by a thousand times because now there's humiliation to be served with that hurt.
you think about that, little missie.
winter olympics 2005 is in Italy??? i thought they said Vancouver.
01 September 2004 7:45 p.m.hormones
it's flattering that everyone's period seems to have synchronised with mine, but really, i'm not worthy of this adulation.
i saw a really cute guy in the park just now. he's not Nesta material (eheh), but he had the roman nose; large, deep-set, long-lashed eyes; lush, wavy hair and smooth, caramel skin thing going.
and then i saw his man tits.
did you know that the riper a kiwi fruit gets, the more its skin falls apart when you eat it with a spoon? well, that's how i eat them anyway.
i have, on my hand, some scratches of mysterious origin. i pretend that i'm getting like Hugh Jackman Wolverine so i won't worry about getting random infections.
hey, remember the whole "sexing in a kancil" news and the subsquent parody by the 5tar? i don't remember the blog name, but i've received it in a forwarded e-mail which says it was taken from zerotohundred.com, which is an auto forum.
you know what i did on independence day? i went to my cousin's birthday party, but he had to leave early. merdeka babies like him are invited to some government do where they spend the day with some very old people and a half-hearted cake. my uncle said, "now Donald, it's your birthday today, so you have no choice but to spend it with daddy."
and then we went to OU, but the nutters on the road (all 4 lanes of highway) changed our minds.
