22 September 2004 8:42 a.m. i must be the only person i know to have cleaned up gecko jizz. i don't actually know what the hell was on the kitchen counter-top just now, but it was white, squidgy and a gecko was lurking behind the water heater; looking very guilty. the next time they have a "little accident", they'll damn well have to clean up after themselves. ... Remon comes on and Real finally win a game? i maintain my opinion on Perez though. if that doesn'twork cos it's been archived, then visit the sexiest blog in the world. for some reason, she looks like a drag-queen in that picture. a drag queen that looks spookily like Madonna. and now we segue into depressing reality - in the course of our research, previous samples were collected from a squatter colony, so they're good for something besides being headline-generators. 2 weekends ago, however, 2 colleagues blazed a land-rover trail into the heart of the Pahang forest (okay, not really), looking for a settlement of Orang Asli, or OA for short. by all accounts, they're a very sweet bunch. it's okay, you don't have to read the whole thing, the first section will do as a primer. although i do think the word "Slavery" is very eye-catching. also, i think the OA site looks way better than the Pahang site. and the latter is drumming up tourism? as it turned out, there were 2 groups of OA, one living "nearer" to the outside world, while the journey to the other, "inner" village would make one think they were travelling back in time in a Stephen King story. probably because of the distance involved, they collected samples from the outside group. it turnd out that the outside group are on the outside, and therefore nearer to the towns and the medicines because, and only because they converted to islam. they have proper houses, whereas the inner group has to dig holes in the ground whenever they want to take a shit. however, both groups have a pretty shit deal because they have no electricity, running water (unless you count the river) or plumbing. or even a grocery shop. or a clinic. or, uh, shoes. i'd wanted to compare this to australia's shameful treatment of its aborigines, along the lines of "it's not as bad as...", but neglect is neglect is a form of abuse, so take that.
eurgh
this is what happens when you're sobermy colleagues we sometimes have to personally collect (fecal) samples. we go to the remotest, most ill-managed locations because that's where people can't help being sick sometimes, and not with conjunctivitis either eh, eh?!
being environmentally-friendly
hopefully the drool from your lolling tongue(s) will somehow reach the parched earth (damn that's an ugly shirt).
the shop from which i bought my footie players is called Anime Tech. unlike Into The Mirror, it has a website. brother #1 prefers Ultimate Toys because you get to order comic t-shirts (not cheap) and they have nifty looking Legolas dolls figurines (definitely not cheap).
some people...
i was hurrying to the cinema and i had to walk past a hotdog stand. the guy there was trying to drum up some business, but i shook my head and smiled, saying, "no thank you," in response to his "miss, want to try?"
the next thing he said was, "miss, would you like to get to know me better?"
you give some people a gracious smile...
i was too late to watch Visits (left off leaving till a leetle late... and what is it with people and Ho Yu Hang?), but i watched a korean horror called Into The Mirror. i initially wanted this post to be about.. did you know the movie doesn't have a website? in this day and age?!
anyway, i'm going to go on about the guy who plays the angsty, mournfully-conflicted-yet-luscious Chief Woo/Wu. the first thing anyone will notice about him are his long gorgeous legs (trust me, please). and then he does that thing with the mirror and you forget the legs and good god this girl is stuck to the seat because... well, you know why.
the movie may not have an official site, but Yoo Ji Tae (Chief Woo/Wu, okay) has 22,100 results to his name.
... right, so about the movie itself, i was guessing the ending (all pretentious people do that) but i was wrong about it. fab. Kim Sung Ho the director uses the crescendoing-music thing, and throws in a few cheap shocks, but the true evil is, um... that would be telling. and then the ending bit made me feel so stupid because i didn't understand it...
it must have lasted a little over a minute (the ending bit that makes you gasp), but it felt like an eternity, the way you feel when you come to the most awful realisation of your life, when there's an incessant buzzing in your head and your vision swims and the camera revolves aorund you with dizzying speed and i resort to cliches. or you could pretend you're watching The Twilight Zone.
with that, Kim (eh, eh?!) completely kicks the Wachowski's collective asses.
today's lesson is that korean movies are way stylish and the dumb-asses wear cheapo shiny faux-leather jackets.
i'm sorry, the terror and suspense froze my brain.
seriously though, watch the movie.
17 September 2004 8:14 a.m.how 'bout that earthquake, eh?
i was writing, and the circuit breaker tripped, and now i'm re-writing. MCH CCB KNN*.
(some terms i picked up from the zerotohundred.com auto forum. brother #1 has been posting some of my photobucket pics there under a "cute guys" thread. not that he's gay, but some girls wanted eye candy.
as i'd wanted to say - i'm not shaking hands with professional-types if i can help it. you may think there's privacy in your car, lady, but if i see you around OU again, be assured i will think of the gunk on your steering wheel. FFS**, woman! the same goes for the guy i saw on the stairs in the medical faculty itself.
my supervisor is ill. he's not weaving as he walks or anything, but he's sniffly and a bit out if it. yesterday, he wandered into the lab and stared at the oven (for drying stuff) for a while before asking if it was an incubator.
prologue - have i told you i don't like motorcyclists?
i hit a motorbike on the way out of the faculty. i'm not proud of it, but i'm not ashamed of myself either - he was overtaking me from the left in order to go to the extreme right as i was turning left. MCH CCB KNN. this while other motorcyclists who had common sense and a sense of self-preservation were coming from the right.
i actually saw him out of the corner of my eye when i was completing the turn, and did a panicky slow-down-take-your-foot-off-the-gas-and-try-not-to-scream-because-no-one-will-hear-you thing, but he slowed down too. and then there was a thump, and his bike wobbled. this shit doesn't happen in slo-mo, you know - it's just that your brain stops in disbelief.
i stopped for a moment after turning out to glare check on the fella. me! concerned! i should have saved myself the trouble! the idiot was still looking to across the road where he wanted to be, as though he hadn't just had a brush with road-pancakery; so i drove off in disgust.
epilogue - no damage to either side. i told you i slowed down.
afterthought - Cris Ronaldo's hair doesn't suck so much if it's standing up in that fin-thingy style. and you're right - slash isn't so fun now that it's mainstreaming. dammit, we slashed 'em first!
* comments about your mother
** for fuck's sake
my lab is cooler than yours
we have a pet - Andrew the Mosquito Larva. i found it when i was processing a sample of sewage.
*cue endless lame-ass shit jokes*
thanks to Andrew, i've discovered that mosquito larvae are tenacious little buggers - it survived 10 minutes of spinning at 2000g. very few mozzie babies get the chance to go on a fab ride like that, so i wouldn't be surprised if it still feels overwhelmed by the experience. we're keeping it in one of the mini conical flasks, with some sewage water. we plan to raise it to adult-hood.
actually i'm not sure what gender it is, but we've decided that if/when it becomes a mozzie, and it tries to bite us, then we'll know. but we won't kill it because it's not infected with anything.
right now, i just hope it'll survive the night; because Timmy thought it was cute to shake the flask whenever it stopped moving. larvae sleep, right?
speaking of Timmy, i had a dream that T-Ho was supposed to give me some physiotherapy. for real yo.
speaking of footie (players), did Cris Ronaldo have a nasty encounter with the wrong end of a razor or what? he looks like a redneck. Fernando Torres and that Arsenal fella's Francesc Fabregas' mullets don't even come close to being as nasty.
just like that?
i've over-compensated for a childhood spent mostly toy-free. i had one Barbie and a few Lego bricks to my name, and that was it. actually, now that i think of it, i also had a family of teddy bears, all taller than me. the papa bear leaked sawdust or something, and we gave him away. i think mama and baby bear couldn't take the separation, so they mysteriously disappeared as well.
would you stop looking at crotch-grabbing Kaká.
i made an idiot of myself in the new anime shop today by drooling over their footie figurines and random footie merchandise. Zidane is mine. Figo is mine. van Nistelrooy is mine!!! they even painted stubble onto his face. the Zidane figurine comes with its very own bald patch, while Figo is missing his trademark growly look. i have no idea what to do with them. maybe i'll sit alone in a corner and stroke them.
that wasn't the end of it. as if hypnotised, i drifted to the bookshop across the corridor; and now i own Oryx and Crake. once i came out of my trance, my money had disappeared! they're using some mind-control in the old block of OU, i tell you.
i don't regret spending, i just regret spending so much at once. i told mum what i'd done, and she said, "once in a while okay lah." yeah, sure; she has a credit card. i think it's hereditary.
i know, i'll blame it on the shock of the storm! i was working 3 feet from the window, with less than an inch of glass between me and the elements etc and the thunder decided to boom at the precise moment i needed a steady hand. mother nature is a biatch yo, and then she slapped the rain against the windows. if i wasn't working, i would have just watched the spectacle.
the bottomline is - i am bad for budgets. i'm sorry.
random - i found a José Antonio Reyes slashfic (okay, not so random). the only nice thing i can say about it is that it sucks. i mean, shit, who gives a damn about Thierry Henry's "fat, hairy 12-inch cock"?
13 September 2004 9:04 a.m.paying the price
how can you not feel feverish after watching Wolverine Hugh Jackman doing high kicks in a pinstripe suit? or not go all wibbly when he prances around the stage, wearing gold trousers omg!, sporting a cod-piece like he was born with it, warbling about being a Boy From Oz?
the bit that killed me was when, after inviting Sarah Jessica Parker on stage and she was afraid that her dress would fall down; he tried to put her at ease by saying, "yeh, i know the feeling," and fiddled with his cod-piece.
the best part is that dad and brother #1 didn't even bat an eyelid when i started nose-bleeding all over the place.
runner up drool-worthy moment of the night - was switching between the Tony Awards and the Monza F1 when the camera panned to the garages (or something) and lo and behold, there was the best looking brazilian in the world, smiling his happy-happy smile (refer to the obvious picture over on the right).
say, what happened to that Kimi fella? i'm just happy Sato actually finished a race. also, doesn't Jensen Button look spookily like Hilary Swank?
11 September 2004 8:32 p.m.put a lid on it, man
it should be illegal to look as good as Adrien Brody does. i just watched Love The Hard Way and dust got in my eye quite often. he just does "gonna fall off the face of the world" so well.
like in The Village, i wouldn't mind if the hustler hanging out on the street corner looked like Adrien Brody, because he would look like Adrien Brody. YES I KNOW I'M SHALLOW.
(all this drooling really doesn't do him any justice. however, this is the age of the vomitous emotional confession, so it stays.)
there's a restaurant called Meaty House nearby. it serves pork - pork chops, pork knuckles, pork sausage, cream of ham and bacon soup (go figure), roast pork, pork ribs in various styles, and, erm... fish and lamb. there's even a wall-hanging outside the kitchen of the disney version of the 3 little piglets.
the brevity is offset by Laotian decorations, because in addition to their pig farm, the owners run a coffee plantation in Laos; but you knew that already.
i had the italian sausage, which is coincidental, because my MSN nick right now is "Nesta perv" (shut up). the Nesta site is really goofy and funny *plug plug for no reason at all*.
so, liek, i'm finally listening to bootleg!Muse. from Stockholm, was it? i don't know, all coherent thought has been obliterated. it's playing on my windows media player, which nicely gives you the option of choosing your skins, though why anyone would care about that is beyond me, even though i did choose one. i find it interesting that they have a skin called "god", and that it's green and amoeba-like.
you know, Citizen Erased never gets old no matter how many times you listen to it.
