06 June 2008 4:00 p.m. sipping tepid green tea is not one of them. unless you're diarrheic, an ambulance driver or Lewis Hamilton, there really isn't a good reason to drive as fast as your car allows. no, i won't complain about the fuel hike because anyone with their eyes open knew it was coming. instead, i discovered that driving just 25% slower (yes, i did the math) doesn't make much difference to my travel time. once you get over that frantic feeling that you need to be somewhere else right this instant, you, or at least i did, begin to enjoy a more chilled out driving experience and actually appreciate the Taiwanese rock music you have on. not only that, the red mist before your eyes actually dissipates and you no longer feel the need to kill and/or maim everyone else on the road. *smug* we're still threatening to buy bro20 a bicycle to ride to college, though. heheh. the run i was to take part in on the 15th has been cancelled! now i have the rest of the month to prepare for my first road race. it smells like relief. have two ulcers. can't eat. conclusion - oral ailments are a leading cause of eating disorders. and possible mental incapacitation.* end of story. * no, wait, that's because of someone's bright green outfit contrasting with a bright orange clay court. dear Rafa, STOP SPITTING. they have sprinklers to tamp down that clay, if that's what bothers you. you have enough anally retentive habits as it is, you don't need another. it doesn't bring you good luck, it doesn't make you play better, it's plain disgusting. do you kiss your mother with that mouth?? dear Nike, is your design department headed by Nadal fanboys/girls? can you come up with a pair of shorts that are baggier in the rear for him please? for my neighbours' sake? dear PMS hormones, you make me say things like "fweestyle" and "stawbewwy fwayvor" and "Wafa". i am especially unhappy about the last one. that's where you find the best pictures of one Rafael Nadal (no, still not over him). bonus for catty comments i'd never hear from females, probably cos they're too busy trashing his girlfriend. come on ladies, it's not as if you'd stand a chance even if he was single.
ways to beat the heat
driving on (in?) the left lane
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too much pain.
1kg lighter.
stop-start-go
gay forum are your BFF
what did you look like 2 years ago?
... is he?
fine way to motivate yourself - i've signed up for 3 runs in the next two months. will the total distance of 24km be my undoing? i have not run for 2 months. damn you, internet. i mean, rewrite.
ETA - action shot. i like those.
Olimpo Desnudos is an image site in spanish, but i'm sure most people are able to intuit what "Los deportistas de élite nos muestran sus músculos" means.
23 May 2008 7:56 p.m.lapse in education
i've always thought that cast iron woks/kuali were nearly indestructible. only, i may or may not have cracked ours with... a ladle. stainless steel > cast iron, or do i need to cut back on the bicep curls?
"orgasmic" a word that i feel is commonly overused these days. i imagine that the user meant to say "sends me in to paroxysms of pleasure" but went for the easier option. based on the durex survey results that have been appearing in the sunday papers, i think orgasms may not take place as often as some might imagine.
maybe i'm being bitter. i have yet to bite in to that rapturously magical, swoon-inducing piece of sushi. or maybe dead fish are not arousing and i need to regear my expectations.
15 May 2008 9:00 p.m.geek r sexy
my mother (!) blagged free tickets to watch Iron Man (!!) on sunday. so, instead of spending mothers' day bickering at home, we squabbled in the hallways of the shiny new Golden Screen Cinemas in The Gardens at Midvalley. that is the longest name for a mall that i know. and then we got lost on the way to the ladies' and forgot what we were quarreling about.
i love motion-sensor towel dispensers. after watching the movie, i now strike the Iron Man pose when i want to dry my hands.
being sciency actually makes it harder to be awed at the movies because you're too busy nitpicking the technical inaccuracies that pop up on screen. actually, now that i think about it, one can always choose to suspend disbelief. the power is mine!
*laser blasting noises*
i don't know any Iron Man canon (rich dude faffing around in a costume he made in shop class? okay), so i'll just content myself with saying it was a pretty damn cool movie. Mr. Downey Jr. had me wondering how in the world he fit his trousers over Tony Stark's industrial-sized brass balls, you know what i'm say?
though i'm not the biggest fan of robot suits, guns, missiles and explosions (my favourite movie scenes probably involve knives and lots of blood flying in slow motion. it's more... intimate. okay, you can't unread that. hello, Eastern Promises, you're a dirty little filthy thing, aren't you?), the serious metal/gold titanium alloy/whatever it was they called teh shiny pimping out that went on in that movie left me with a big, fat, serious case of WANT.
pedant that i am, i wonder why Robert Downey Jr. has such glassy eyes (isn't he supposed to be clean now?), and his posture displeases me.
and now a random picture, because there aren't enough of those around.
whaddaya mean the Joker's behind me? (link totally unrelated)
random surfing: results
Smart Chicks, Trashy Books - Fabio is not the only romance cover model around. who knew? (not me)
Mass market genre surprise - vampire romances colonise Wal-Mart. will we see the same happening in Carrefour et al. here?
malaysia (asia in general?) has absolutely no sexy supernatural beings to speak of, except maybe the mysterious, alluring and elusive Orang Bunian, and even that is iffy.
i have just realised that this fellow is a good reason to listen to radio. love the voice, shame about the content. /cowell mode
