30 September 2004 12:21 p.m. fancy a Beautiful Lady out for an Exciting Night out in the Place Around the City of Kuala Lumpur? call or visit KL QCity - Malaysia Escort Entertainment & Massage. haha, i couldn't help myself. fret not, all the pictures are tasteful, in the loosest sense of the word, though i doubt those are really what the escorts look like. i wonder what else there is to see in the classifieds. and all this time i thought there were only job offers in those dreary little columns. am i the only person who has to log-in twice to look at her Yahoo! email? explanation in due time - when the experiment has run its course. ... you know what they say about buses, right - you wait for one for ages, and then 3 come at once. that's nice and dandy, except they shouldn't do that on a residential road like ours, especially when you realise that they don't even have a route here. listening to the Doors (31,600,000 matches by Yahoo! R-E-S-T-E-C-P or what) made me want to say naff things like "groovy, daddy-o." i'm still cringing. it's okay, at least i didn't say it aloud, right? far out, baby. i wasn't even born then. it's probably the overkill on radio, because i can't stand Hello, I Love You, and Light My Fire (for some reason, that made me think of Ring My Bell... help me, i'm lost). but Raúl didn't kiss his ring when he scored against Athletic Bilbao and AS Roma. and how about that bitching between Beckini (ahahahah) and Salgado at the end of the first half eh eh?! it's not that i don't want to waffle on about the game itself, but people hear enough about it from pundits and commentators already. besides, you need to give the slap-heads some attention. yes, Faust - Kim lives on a farm or something in the boondocks of the philippines. or so i gather. the gecko mafia have put a price on my head, i just know it. why else would an otherwise reticent house-lizard come and charge against my foot in an almost suicidal manner as i made my morning cuppa? i'm almost honoured, except now i have to keep looking over my shoulder. maybe the snakes will side with me. i guess it won't be long before the dive-bombing commences. this was the title of the spam i received from Excommunicate M. William -
well-educated single female in her early 30's seeks eurasian male 20-25 yrs for friendship and/or more
Spots United
maybe it's me
magic
hit and run!The Teleshop! .. (conclude with some suitable instructions and exhortations, )
i also found out where that ridiculous squirrel-cat thing comes from.
random clicking (okay, visiting Nilesh BP's blog) brought this - Clientcopia.
i can't believe i cried while reading Peter Pan. i'm such a softy.
the reason i thought of it is because i've just remembered that we went to the Popular bookstore in Ikano yesterday. i was torn between Messrs Terry Pratchett, Clive Barker, Toby Litt, Italo Calvano, Haruki Murakami and Ray Bradbury. liek omg d00d. in between the angsting, my attention was drawn to a lurid pink, chick lit-ish book cover whose title was framed by a gold border. it turned out to be Tommy's Tale by Alan Cumming.
TT is the sometimes campy, tut-tut-inducing rambling tale of how Tommy the indecisive bisexual comes to terms with the fact that all little boys grow up one day (déjà vu!) and he is no different. it's a compelling read, and although Tommy's occasionally appallingly selfish behaviour makes you want to throttle him, you wind up wanting a happy ending for him, Charlie and Finn.
hey man, i never said this was a review, but if you want a taste, there is a scene where Tommy masturbates on the top deck of a double-decker bus; orgasms and then licks his hand clean. that's not a spoiler, by the way. maybe "taste" was the wrong word to use.
actually, the whole reason i'm writing about this is because i'm feeling very smug of the fact that my copy is unlike the others - the cover features a pair of male legs sticking out over the edge of a white bath-tub.
talk about covetousness - i have a wish list on amazon now, haha. i don't know if i plan to do anything about it. browsing amazon is like walking into a hypermart - it makes you angry at seeing all the nice shiny things you don't have (yet).
C'est amazon, amazon, amazon
Qui fait la monde á la ronde
didn't think i knew that, did you?
24 September 2004 9:47 p.m.yeah whatever
Oh la la Paris kills me, you know. i don't know how they keep so updated.
now, how is my story of meeting the wrong end of a bunsen burner going to top that?
you know what's the unbestest way to end your friday - seeing, in your side-view mirror, a 10 tonne cement-mixer truck hurtling downhill towards you before it cuts you off as you approach the traffic lights; where it commences Kancil tail-gating routine #101.
after getting past the traffic lights and the police (why are they checking road tax at 6 p.m.???), the driver decided to display Penang driver-style overtaking manouver #33, except Penang drivers do it in cars, right.
seeing this reminded me - they spent RM13 million to slap a crabby patty between two buns?
remember Anne Rice? wow.
i like Spongebob a lot, you know, and i can do Ren's voice pretty well too. and i know all the words to the theme song for Sheep in the Big City, by Mo Willems. aren't i clever?
commitment
Dream Moods says - "Marriage - To see a marriage in your dream, signifies commitment, harmony or transition. You will undergo an important developmental transitional phase. It may also represent the unification of formerly separate or opposite aspects of yourself. In particular, it may represent the union of masculine or feminine aspects of yourself. To dream of a proposal of marriage, suggests that some situation will take a turn for the worse. "
To dream that you are getting married to your ex, suggests that you have accepted aspects of that relationship and learned from those past mistakes. Alternatively, it means that a current relationship shares some commonality with your previous relationship with your ex. However, you will not make those same mistakes.
i'm a transsexual?
hentai is fine, it's the oversized breasts i can't handle
during the family gathering, Ian* the cousin, who is 4 or 5 years old; took a break from hurtling at everybody's knee caps to scream, "Andy** has 100 girlfriends!"
Andy was surprised, because his knees were still in one piece. "no, i don't," he modestly replied.
"Andy has 1000 girlfriends!!!"
"no, Ian," said Andy patiently, "i don't have any girlfriends - i don't have any money."
there was silence as Ian digested this information, looking thoughtful.
"girlfriend can buy wan ah?"
"er... go talk to Andrew** - he has a girlfriend."
"okay!"
we also attended a family dinner, where Andy was attacked by Kevin* the cousin, who crept up on him from the back before snatching something.
"i have your heart!" roared little Kevin, looking every inch his 3 feet height.
"no! give it back!" Andy said.
"why?"
"so i can give it to a girl lah."
there was silence as Kevin digested this information (déjà vu much?) before speaking again.
"you mean girls don't have hearts?"
*Andy facepalms himself upon realising that kids are the most literal of literalists, especially the short ones*
"it's not really like that...," he tried to explain, but Kevin had thought of something lese.
"my daddy gave mummy his heart, so mummy doesn't have a heart?"
"just gimme my heart back, okay?"
* - not their real names, of course
** - brothers #1 and #2 respectively
it wouldn't be much fun if we could imagine how we would change
the general worker guy is still a nutcase, and my colleagues are still idiots (well, just 2 of them.. why is it always in twos these days?)
this is Lainie. i don't know her personally, or at all, but she's just so kick-ass. she helped me get over the gecko jizz with this kick-ass song.
when my uncle and his family came over from Kuching to attend his sister-in-law's convocation, an aunt offered to loan him her SUV for the duration of the visit (because there were 10 of them. okay, it seemed like it). he refused, so another uncle played chauffeur. it turned out that my hard-drinking, chain-smoking uncle was afraid of KL traffic. no mafficking for him then.
"it's like every one is racing," he exclaimed, resisting the lure of the marlboros in his pocket. i'm not making fun of him, i'm amazed how different our lifestyles are.
we brought them out to lunch, and i spent most of the time staring at my toddler cousins. you see, they're at the age where they want to feed themselves but can't hold a spoon properly, and they want rice dammit.
Anne Rice is the new dirty word. yes, i know there are two words, but play along. i read Interview with The Vampire and liked it very much. maybe i was angsty and pseudo-goth... who knows? i like Lestat, but damn did Merrick (one of the Vampire Chronicles installments) let me down with its lame ass ending after all that pretty pretty prose or what. i am bitter it's like junk food though - tastes nice but it's bad for you.
i'm in 2 minds (aha!) about A Dirty Shame. on one hand, it's Johnny Knoxville. on the other, it's Selma Blair in her underwear! the trailer, watch it!
'... Lestat announces "I don't deconstruct nothin'" and "It's time to boogie!" in the first chapter...' - E.A. Solinas "la solinas" reviews Blood Canticle. for shame.
