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29 July 2007 8:13 a.m. i found a wallet outside my house one night (maybe i was prowling the neighbourhood in hopes of catching the culprit who hangs their rubbish bag from the telephone poles). it was floppy with age and its original bright pinkness was smudged by age. and it had money in it! as it turned out, it belonged to bro19's friend, who didn't even realise he'd dropped it until contact by sms. kids these days. i feel like i've paid back the karmic debt i incurred when i stupidly left my wallet in a canteen and it was found and kept (unmolested) by the canteen dudes (who were a little soft on the non-malay bumiputera girl like moi... because our ancestors were headhunters?) until i returned for it, looking attractively wild-eyed and sweaty. i had to stop myself from stealing my neighbour's newspaper that was lying just outside his gate. 'tis a sorry state of affairs when you have to sternly remind yourself that you can't simply take something "just because it's there". in other news, the most awesome actor who isn't Christian Bale or Cillian Murphy, who is in fact not even known for his looks (... i didn't mean it that way, it just came out like that) is cheerily chronicling (?) his time on the set of Hellboy 2 (what, there's a sequel??) in Budapest, Hungary. hurray for Doug Jones and the Doug Jones experience! yes, it took me that long to find out, and i had to follow a link from Neil Gaiman's blog, no less. i think i'm losing my touch. new Harry Potter movie. dude got short all taller. WEASLEY (sorry, Phelps) TWINS VERY MUCH TALLER AND STILL HOT. tomatoes and prunes do not mix. if you feel your insatiable curiosity may come to an unhappy ending due to your persistent bone-headedness, try it out on your siblings instead. i have more bon mots on the wonder that is Bruce Dickinson with which to bend Enfant Terrible's ear. Bruce Dickinson did all this before there was an internets. Bruce Dickinson wins Brian Warner. all info from Wiki. it does not say if he is related to JANICE DICKINSON. the middle-aged woman at the next ATM reaches over and grabs my arm. she says, "what happened to my PIN number?" "um, you're supposed to remember it. what's wrong?" she glares at the ATM screen balefully. "i keyed in my PIN but the screen is showing me 'XXXXXXX'! why did it reject my PIN?" okay, i could handle that. i walk her through the process and all goes (pretty) well. "what's this? what's it saying??" "that's an ad, ma'am. just press 'proceed'."
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