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give yourselves a cookie if you can piece it all together!
19 February 2005 7:49 p.m.sardine-flavoured chocolate chip cookies and the like
i watched Frida at the Asia-Europe Institute at UM on wednesday. if you want a movie review, i would suggest RottenTomatoes.com, because instead of describing the vibrant cinematography and the number of celebrity guest-stars in the movie, this writer would like to pose this question -
what sort of boor would go to a free movie screening and put his feet up on the back of the seats in front of him and snuffle noisily as he unwraps a crackly sweet wrapper in a leisurely manner? also, what compels that person to suck noisily on the said sweet (practising for something else issit) and then belch and yawn loudly several times?
never have i seen such a display of masochism - if the movie bored him that much, he could have left, like people did when they watched Phantom of the Opera haha. maybe he had a death wish, and was waiting for an infuriated member of the audience to jump up and beat him to death with his program. when the lights came up, we saw that he was one of stereotype-looking chinese men, and he was dressed in trackbottoms and lip flops.
did i mention that his phone rang during and that he was seated in the same row as i was?
picture from Frida Kahlo.11 February 2005 2:58 p.m.tasty
oh, behave.
p.s. Manhattan Fish Market is pleased to present their Luscious of Love soup selection for Valentine's Day.
11 February 2005 2:42 p.m.it used to be that...
ambivalence was defined as watching your mother-in-law driving off a cliff in your brand-new sportscar. this being the new millennium and all that bullshit, it means finding out that Gareth Gates is the singer behind one of your favourite songs.
i wish i could go to Venice. i'd love to see those masks up close. instead, i was at Midvalley yesterday, alternately weaving through the throng of humanity (ew, a cliche) and gawking at the best Hongkie fashion had to offer. i don't understand how mando/cantopop fans can dress in cheerful shades of hot pink and lime green and team them with yellow-striped socks when the coolest man in Hong Kong - Tony Leung Chiu Wai, struts about in leather trenchcoats and cashmere sweaters.
07 February 2005 8:29 a.m.c'est moi
i feel so accomplished after yesterday - i braved the pre-chinese new year crowds to get a present for mum. well, okay, i should have gotten one earlier, but things just get in the way, you know?
so anyway, i think i'm in the wrong line of work or something. i should be a personal assistant, liek, someone who gets to boss other people around because i'm so good at that. totally totally.
mum doesn't know who Robert Redford is though (and i think Clint Eastwood is very sexy for someone who's a wrinkled old man), so i got her a wall-hanging for her office at school. the inscription translates vaguely as "may you never lack in personal strength" or maybe it's "inner strength". it's something she can look at when she gets tired of all the nutcases she has to work with.
i feel guilty after reading TV Smith - i did the same thing at Subway the other day. i mean, i'd bothered to fold up my wrappers and put everything back on the trays, so why couldn't i dump the whole lot in the dustbin as well, right?
just wondering, is this prevalent only among the malays, or does only appear so because of the media coverage? or is it because they make up the majority in this country? what about other races?
06 February 2005 12:11 a.m.
a white steed is a must-have
a few things you should know when you plan to drive at 160 kph back to KL -
1. you should service your car.
2. you should make sure your tyres are in good condition.
3. the car you're driving should be your own.
4. abide by the speed limit once you have already received a summons for speeding.
the following people should not be in the car -
1. your part-time girlfriend.
2. your random friend.
3. one of MY BEST FRIENDS.
so that when the following happens -
1. you lose control of the car.
2. the car careens all over the road.
3. the car veers on the edge of a deep canyon.
4. the car comes to a halt beside the highway.
the only person who might die is you.
as a result of messages sent by the said (frightened) friend, there will be about 30 very angry people willing, ready and able to beat your ass should they ever see you around.
05 February 2005 12:52 p.m.help
mum's birthday is tomorrow, and i don't know what to get her. well, okay, i have a vague idea, but suggestions are welcome PLEASE.
03 February 2005 3:34 p.m.me love you long time
i have realised that when Eric Bana finally proclaims his undying love to me and proposes marriage, i will be forced to ask him to repeat it, because i wouldn't be able to understand him.
i'm able to get past the rounded vowels of the korean and japanese accents, i understand what Mr. Brian Warner is screaming about with all that make-up on and i can even manage Snoop Dogg's ubiquitous fo shizzles; but it became apparent to me this morning that the australian accent is out of my outrageously well-developed linguistic range.
what happened was this - parking availability in UM was extra shite today, and i had driven all the way up to the top floor of the parking lot of the faculty of built environment in my desperate hunt for a parking space. the faculty is down the hill from the medical faculty, and is nearly everyone's last-ditch option for parking.
i got to the top and there was a volvo making a 3-point turn to exit because the driver couldn't find a parking space either. i stopped to let him pass, and once he'd gotten past me, the driver stopped the car and came over to my car, clearly intending to say something.
me: hi.
him: *with an australian accent* hi. how long have you been driving?
me: you mean around here? (it's like that scene in Strictly Ballroom where Paul Mercutio catches that girl spying on him and demands to know how long she'd been watching and she tells him "5 years". i just wanted to make sure.)
him: a year eh?
me: *eh* uh...
him: are you a nice, kind driver?
me: um, sure.
him: well then, do you know how many turns i made *something rendered indecipherable by the australian accent* around the *something rendered indecipherable by the australian accent* would you mind *something rendered indecipherable by the australian accent* beep the horn *something rendered indecipherable by the australian accent* when i turn *something rendered indecipherable by the australian accent* ok?
me: um, sure.
dammit, i speak english, whatever that means. if anyone knows an oldish australian fella in the UM faculty of built environment who wears glasses, has reddish-brown hair and a white beard and is very skinny; please tell him that the girl in the red kembara and the Gucci shades didn't mean to be rude or go back on a promise or anything - she couldn't understand a thing he was saying, kthx.
i didn't even find a parking space.
31 January 2005 4:03 p.m.the tree of life is self-pruning
this just in - i received the Darwin Awards newsletter today. take heart, everyone, natural selection is still our friend!
i need to write better, otherwise i'll be posting blog entries that go 'marn, today was damn boring lahzz..went to midval and saw brigdet jones diarty.....it was ok lah.. saw yam yam with her bf...i took sum pics he is so ugly LOLZ!!! any1 online can im me pls!'
a question - why do all these kids spend their money on those chat channels on tv? i can understand sms voting, but an sms chatroom? at 50 sen per message? and all of them spell lyk dis yo ahaks any1 wanna pvt me im 18/f/sabah.
i'm not picking on sabah in particular, it's just that i noticed quite a few of the chatters are from sabah. okay, i'll stop digging myself a deeper grave. why i'm actually reading these messages is also beyond me. i think it's because they play videos beside the chat screen - you can't say no to Billy Good Charlotte, can you?
the park is full of old people in the morning. i'm not sure if they like the sight of me running around the pond because i probably remind them of what it was like when they were my age.
on the other hand, they probably had a life when they were my age, and they were probably sleeping off hangovers when they were my age at that time in the morning.
you know what, who cares what they think, right? i'm vain - i don't want a face full of character (please ask if you don't get the in joke. it involves the ugly side of colgate), i want skin so smooth a baby's bottom would slide off it, although now i'm not so sure if i could convince any parents to lend me their babies should they ever read this. there's always my cousins anyway, right?
does anyone know how to get a cassatte out of a car tape player? it's not so bad because it's my Audioslave bootleg tape, but i can't get the radio anymore.
... isn't that a good thing?
