16 September 2005 9:11 p.m. people are visiting this blog because they're looking for "cristiano ronaldo's girlfriend". they probably receive irrelevant results, like me writing CRISTIANO RONALDO'S GIRLFRIEND, and other bloggers speculating on the same issue, but nothing concrete. i don't know who baby Ronaldo is dating, or whether he's dating anyone at all, but you people who end up here might want to consider broadening/varying your scope, e.g. "Cristiano Ronaldo's boyfriend". i mean, come on, you can tell how he dresses in those Pepe jeans of his (to the left or the right and all that). (heheh, that oughta do it) a sixth form asshole goes and stabs his girlfriend, murdering their 8 month old fetus. i hope he gets lynched. at the other end of the spectrum, a classmate of mine is now a single mother. she's the one who sent me that "what's up?" email and now i feel bad for being flippant because she has enough on her hands with a toddler and spits and babbles and poops and all that shit (who needs a furby, eh, eh?!) and her degree work without me being silly like that and... um, yeah. i mean, she has a baby and it doesn't compute for me because how the hell do you reconcile the image of a doting earth goddess-type mother with that of a girl you last saw when you were 17 and the both of you were talking about Peter Andre (don't ask, just don't) and the future was such a fuzzy white patch of blankness that to conceive of conceiving in 5 years' time would have brought on an awkward silence? i'll have to give it a week to let it sink in. liek, you can have genitals and still be asexual, right. other than, "well, it leaks from time to time." i will be attending a wedding on sunday. i'll sit there and think of the couple having sex and making babies and wondering if they'll find a use for my gift (i hope i find one they'll like!) and find it hard to swallow my mock chicken. or something.
consider this a weekend assignment
i don't know about me, what about you?
got this in the mail
no need to thank me, thank HolyMoly!
11 September 2005 10:33 a.m.
stuff to read when you're grumpy
maybe he's a grumpy old man, but i think it's a pretty kick-ass speech. from Politics 101 Malaysia.
11 September 2005 9:23 a.m.kicking and screaming
the KL mountain biking carnival is taking place at the park right now even as i write this very moment!
traffic control is excellent, because the police are diverting cars to parking lots and preventing them from clogging up our road. occasionally, a cyclist will sprint up and down the road to warm up.
i suppose it's quite a wholesome event, promoting a healthful lifestyle and family togetherness and team spirit and such like positive behaviour.
unfortunately, it appears that the organisers have hired a (bunch of) retards to "spin" the music this year (it appears to be Tanjong Entertainment).
IT'S NOT A FUCKIN' RAVE IN BLOODY IBIZA.
IT'S FUCKIN' 6.45 A.M. IN TAMAN TUN.
did i mention it's a sunday?
most galling of all,
THAT SLEAZY BREATHY BODYSHAKERS SONG?
SOME FUCKIN' ROB THOMAS TECHNO REMIX?
IT'S FUCKIN' ROB THOMAS (... i wouldn't mind a piece of him, actually).
IT'S NOT MASSIVE ATTACK.
you go stick your head in a sewage outlet, and hope the crocs chew only your face off.
at 6.30 a.m., the only people in the park are the organisers and the competitors, who are probably more concerned with not falling crotch-first off their bike onto the root of an old rubber tree. they don't care about the shitty music you play, much less the volume. increasing it to catch their attention is only going to piss the residents off.
you know what the irony is? it's now 9 a.m., a time when most people are awake and up and about and you know WHAT.
there is no more music.
to add to your misery, this is what i saw near the lifts in the mall last night. there was a rubbish bin not 10 feet away. and no, i didn't pick it up. fuckin' breeders.
08 September 2005 5:33 p.m.
uh oh, we've been rumbled
Master our Supervisor has reached the end of his easy-going tether, what with me people goofing off too much and all, and has instituted a 9 to 5 workday.
no more student price movies for us, i guess. on the other hand, there's always the 3 hour lunch break.
some neighbour is singing in his shower. i think it's Aerials by System of A Down. he sounds like the Backstreet Boys doing a Korn song.and now, time for a Mid-Autumn haiku!my mooncake has nuts in it!and sugary bits!for cementing!04 September 2005 9:09 a.m.
conversations in my head: sure-fire homicide
"you'll never do my daughter right, young man."
"maybe so, sir, but i sure did do her good!"
how do we know if cinemas haven't installed night-vision cameras to monitor patrons' behaviour during a movie?
everyone, thank you for your sympathy. especially someone who would rather not be named (i think), and i will respect those sentiments. it's not Graceshu.
i think i will hold a farewell ceremony sometime soon. send me money all are welcome to take part as they see fit.
