21 February 2006 8:53 a.m. thanks, Suze! in other (actual) news, i saw a bright green banner advertising a seminar/conference titled - last time, there was a seminar on how to get married or some such grave matter. it's GREEN. you can't miss it if you were to drive past the Cancellor Hall. (although my camera screen is kaput, i will take a picture!) after seeing the banner, i inadvertently put foot in mouth when i ranted about idiot people who have a baby a year for 7 years. it turns out that Terry's parents did exactly that, give or take a year or two. we're still still friends though. you can say, "ooh, i have to run!" only so many times to yourself before it stops being funny. we watched Keeping Mum yesterday. (yes, i know it's Valentine's day, but it's the anniversary of someone's death, visit a graveyard or something.)
one of 'em slow days"Marriage: The True Path to Happiness" (or was it "Marriage: The Path to True Happiness? something like that) The Search for Happiness via Marriage. and the organisers are calling for papers! i'm leery of such topics, especially when it looks like Islam is going to be used as justification for some random exhortation for people to breed.
stomach fludo you think Grace Hawkins' original name was do you think Grace Hawkins was originally named Rosemary Jones so that the audience could ask themselves what happened to Rosemary's baby?
singin' the blues
just when Sarah thought things couldn't get any worse, the twins decided they needed a pedicure.
(if you have a better caption, please feel free to contribute)
(according to dad, if a guy on tv looks less like Steven Seagal or Sylvester Stallone or Dolph Lundgren or Jean-Claude Van Damme or Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee, and more like the Rubino brothers, that guy must be gay. i'm sorry.)
01 February 2006 8:54 p.m.fan letters: part 2
dear Scott Weiland,
how in the world did you ever get to be such a creepy, sexy motherfucker? you were rocking that pretty look of yours before those Queer Eyed bitches ever thought they could get on tv. Chris Cornell has nothing on you (unless he starts writing proper songs again. although, he does have an adorable baby daughter. and green eyes). you and i would be perfect together - we could even share your tasty collection of baby tees, which would look slightly baggy yet fitted in the best of Mary Sue traditions.
i'll wait for your reply.
p.s. - don't you think it's inane that even after the VJ on mtv's rock show defined a "super group" as a band that was formed out of the remnants of two or more great bands, the show was inundated with requests for Yellow Card and Green Day and P.O.D.?
20 January 2006 4:10 p.m.things that don't belong
how odd - i'm using a computer in the library (still homeless, you see), and there was the sudden scent of wet dog. i swear, everyone else gets the strange, sweet smells.
03 January 2006 7:26 p.m.no change there
Enfant Terrible (ET, LOL) is going to study in Singapore. when he's gone, there won't be any more "we" nonsense like "we watched The Chronicles of Narnia yesterday and Tilda Swinton is a badder ass than Darth Vader omgwtf!"
well, maybe when he comes back for the holidays.
instead, there will be stuff like "Pam's parents found out she has a boyfriend - his body has not been found yet. Olivia and i managed to capture the shit-eating rats last night when we worked overtime at the lab because she doesn't have a boyfriend and mine is away. and then i came home but there was nothing for me, not even an email from ET; only dinner and a crap movie so i decided to blog instead. good night."
03 January 2006 7:17 p.m.the days of christmas
the third day (27/12/05)
dad: we are definitely checking in to the hotel at The Curve today, and moving to another house soon.
ItchyMicchi: why?
dad: ASBESTOS AND INDONESIANS ARE FALLING FROM THE CEILING. (it's a 10-foot drop!)
IM: OMGWTF I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN.
*later that afternoon*
front desk: hello and welcome to the Royale Bintang Damansara hotel.
*in the room*
mum: why got two shower stalls wan?
IM: my feet don't reach the floor when i sit on the toilet.
dad: yeay, ESPN!
bro22: there only two beds for three of us (siblings).
bro17: *is in a mall that is not The Curve*
dad pays RM16 for a beer and to watch The Alleycats (a local band) perform a few songs.
the fourth day (28/12/05)
i come back from the lab and see The Alleycats in the carpark. bro17 organises a karaoke outing with his friends.
the fifth day (29/12/05)
the road in front of the hotel has been closed for the new year's eve countdown party. they begin testing the sound system at 7.30 a.m.
we the parents and i begin to pack up our three car-loads' worth of things. i feel like a refugee. in between our plans to heckle local celebs, bro22 complains about the noise from outside. bro17 did not come back for the night.
i meet an Alleycat and we have a chat on the way down to the basement carpark, where all the guests' cars are parked. it turns out they were staying on the same floor as we were. he's all groovy-like ("why are you leaving when there's gonna be a party here soon???") and his niceness leaves me starstruck. no one appears interested when i tell them.
on my way to the rented house, i miss a turn and wind up driving on the route to Suze's house (i should have been headed in the other direction).
the sixth day till the present (30/12/05 - ?)
we've rented a house in BU. it has a front-loading washing machine that takes 3 hours to do the laundry. either that or we're doing something wrong. there is no internet. i can't post pictures because i didn't bring my camera cable and the cupboard in which it's locked, in Taman Tun; has had various sticks of furniture from around the house piled up against it.
the contractor is being a two-faced bastard - first he overcharged us, and now he wants to bleed us dry. any reasonable suggestions are most welcome. this does not include those involving crowbars, spray paint, pepper spray and similar items.
i think the dislocation and break from routine has made my brains turn into oatmeal and my rock-hard abs dissolve into mush. i need help.
27 December 2005 9:05 a.m.i'm told i have that effect on people.
a few days ago, mum brought the wiremen into my room so that they could see where they had to drill holes in my wall.
wireman#1: *sees the floor to ceiling bookcase bursting with books* wah!
mum: they're all hers.
W#1: 0_0
why am i not at work? mum couldn't start her car, so she's taken mine. i have to let the workers in today so they can knock down more walls. plus, i'm supposed to renew my registration online today, except that when i log in to my account, a message tells me that i can only do so on the 27th... which happens to be today.
if we're being all so nifty and techie, why do i still have to fill out a paper form detailing my research progress (if at all), run around getting the signatures of my supervisor, the head of department and the dean; and then having 2 or 3 copies made for the post-grad institute and the faculty's post-grad secretariat and the department "for record purposes"?
another way to spell "redundant" - "progress report form".
make up your minds, dammit.
25 December 2005 9:15 a.m.my, what a big package you have
yeah, whatever.
