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Friday, January 27, 2006

I Need Some Fine Wine and You, You Need to be Nicer.
Oh, by the way, ScreamingSour shall from this moment onwards be known as CircleySquare :) cuz she's got a new blog and it's called Circles for Squares, this cool place filled with Screa...I mean CircleySquare's pics and lots of her really funny, cool writings. You gotta check it out on the long-overdue link to her blog on my links bar: Circles for Square. Click it. Click it!
And as I was looking over my links, I noticed two other overdue links which I should have added a long time ago: The Students for Free Tibet link and Dave's Site, this HTML tutorial which I owe mucho to for teaching me how to revamp my blog. Check it out!
Speaking of which, does anyone have any ideas on what font I should use for my posts? Because everyone keeps complaining about how hard it is to read my font. CircleySquare says I should change my font but I can't seem to find any nice pretty readable fonts yet! Hmph!
I don't know how I'm going to get up in time to meet up with Kelly-Mandy and Dizzy Lizzy later today. I don't know how Kelly-Mandy's gonna do it either. I've been busy blogging this entire night and Kelly-Mandy's been cooking up a storm of pineapple tarts. She's going on to brownies as we speak right now. We might just end up falling asleep later this afternoon. All right, am going to bed now. I guess all these posts will make up for the fact that I haven't been posting in quite a bit, lol. Bye!!!

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Today, Thursday, well, it's actually more of a Friday morning right now, headed to KL Tower with ScreamingSour and SydneyBoy. We got off at the Dang Wangi station and then nearly died on our hike to the base of the Kl Tower. They need to install some escalators which would take us, like, all the way from KLCC to the KL Tower. That's what we need!
Anyway, we were mucho thirsty after the long, dusty hike and, according to the lady at the ticket counter, there was a MacDonald's up on the observation deck so we headed up right away. We then walked around, looking at the view. It was cool and I felt touristy too, heehee. Never realized there was so much greenery around KL. There was also loads of smog. ScreamingSour and SydneyBoy made inquiries about a McDonald's. Turns out there was a McDonald's on the observation deck...in 1998. Obviously, the ticket lady hadn't been up on the observation deck since 1998.
Nothing to do but to just hang around, peeping through the free binoculars and taking pictures while waiting for the sun to set...which it didn't. ScreamingSour and I talked this over and realized that in all our years living in KL, we have never once seen the sun set over the horizon...just over buildings. This was our chance to watch the sun set properly! So we waited...and waited... and saw the sun turn orange and go behind a cloud. Then the cloud become a haze of smog. Which turned slightly orangey at the edges. And then it grew dark. And the sky was dark and that was it. We came to the conclusion that, contrary to the rules of science and natural law, the sun just doesn't set in Malaysia. It just kind of turns orange and melts behind a cloud or something. No sunsets in Malaysia. Nu-uh.
So we turned our attention to observing the Luna (Lunar?) Bar through the binoculars and spied on a group of guys and girls sitting by the pool on the hotel roof. We also turned the binos on the Twin Towers and ScreamingSour found a window where she insisted that there was a guy on his knees doing Muslim prayers. I looked through and said no, he was trying to hide behind his desk. SydneyBoy looked and said no, he was picking up a piece of paper or something. ScreamingSour said that must be his prayer mat.
We also saw Japanese tourists and other various tourists dressed in batik, as if they had just come fresh from the batik factories. ScreamingSouor tried to surreptitiously snap a pic of the Japanese tourists in their batik clothes but they saw her and thought she was trying to take a picture of the view and very kindly moved out of the way for her. So later I stood in between her and the Japanese tourists and waited until she had her camera ready and jumped out of the way at the last minute and she snapped 'em. They gave us a very odd stare after that.
We also saw this tourist guy dressed in blue batik whom we shall call the Blue Boy. He was just basically sitting on one of the seats by the windows, looking out in this very forlorn manner. Both ScreamingSour and SydneyBoy surreptitiously snapped pics of him in this forlorn, depressed, completely and literally blue mood. Then he rose and went to the next seat and continued his forlorn contemplation of the city below. Then he rose and went on the next seat - and the next. Perhaps, we thought, he had lost his wife there and was thinking of her. "Faizah! Faizah!"
Although we've never heard of anyone dying on the KL Tower. Sunway Lagoon, but not the tower.
Anyway, we finally got tired of snapping pics and looking out windows and headed down. All the restaurants below were kind of crappy and overpriced so we decided to head over to KLCC and have dinner at Burger King. I tried the Swiss Mushroom Double for the very first time, which was delish. And SydneyBoy made an observation which I have never noticed before: that as you hit the button to refill your Cokes, you get to see the Coke syrup and carbonated water swish out together in a mix of brown and white into your plastic cup. I have never noticed that before and I've been hitting those buttons since forever! Anyway, they wanted to get a pic of that so SydneyBoy kept refilling the Cokes while ScreamingSour snapped away until they got a nice pic of the syrup and carbonated water swirling into the cup. Brown and white - like our city "river". Lol. Then we left the cups full of Coke behind as we searched for a restroom and discovered the most amazing baby-changing rest room. It had this amazing screen door with the most beautiful poppies painted on it, and when you hit a button the door slides open to reveal this totally posh baby changing area with a low wall painted with those pretty pretty poppies and a kind of plan pen area with these white armchairs in separate cubicles with curtains to close em off, like places to rest. And a full-length mirror. The baby-changing area was way posh-ier than the other rest rooms.
While riding the LRT back to Kelana Jaya, I happened to glance down and notice that our LRT trains were built by the Bombardier company. They're this Canadian company that makes like, railways and stuff like that. And that reminded me, they're also the same company which are going to assist the construction of a railway which extends from China to Tibet. But Tibetan organizations the world over are protesting against Bombardier's involvement in the railway. This is because the railway would only serve to increase China's dominion of Tibet, for the railway would only further assist the population trasnfer of Chinese settlers into Tibet, therefore further marginializing Tibetans socially and economically and further threatening the survival of the Tibetan culture and society. According to the Students for a Free Tibet organization, the railway would also facilitate the exploitation of Tibet's natural resources for use in China and increase the speed in which Chinese troops can be deployed in Tibet and facilitate the expansion of Chinese army bases, nuclear weapons stockpiles and missile deployment sites in Tibet. Chinese leaders themselves have admitted the railway is a politically motivated project. So this is a pretty big deal, the railway would only facilitate China's further exploitation of Tibet. Therefore, it is imperative that Bombardier should not assist this railway project which, according to SFT, is "considered by Tibetans, supporters and impartial observers alike to be the single-most devastating project being carried out in Tibet today."
Free Tibet! Help campaign against Bombardier's involvement in the China-Tibet railway! Learn more at http://www.studentsforafreetibet.org/article.php?list=type&type=62#background and do help to take action!

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So on Wednesday, I met up with Kelly-Mandy and Dizzy Lizzy once more. Like usual, Kelly-Mandy was laaate. When she finally arrived, Dizzy Lizzy and I stuffed ourselves nonstop with her pineapple tarts as she drove us to 1u. I have to admit, her pinapple tarts are delish! Real crumbly and soft and apparently made with real butter. But we want more pineapple in the tarts, Kelly-Mandy! Hehehe!
Oh, I'm on MSN with Kelly-Mandy right now and she told me to make a point of mentioning how pretty we've (Kelly-Mandy, Dizzy Lizzy and I) become. Lol. Yeah, baby, we're all way more gorgeous than we were before and we were pretty hot back then! *wink wink* (Flips hair, blows kiss, exude modesty, modesty, etc, lol.)
Anyway, lilke usual, we run around like three mad girls. We went lingerie shopping with Dizzy Lizzy where I discovered the most adorable bra-and-knickers set with ponies all over them! Like My Little Pony type ponies! But they were for little girls, sigh, but they were waaay cute! Kelly-Mandy also dragged us all over the mall in her search for red paper bags to fit her pineapple tart jars in. She's selling the tarts for Chinese New Year. We want them for free, gurl! Hehehe. Then we went shopping in F.O.S. where Kelly-Mandy and I snuck into the dressing room and stuck her camera phone under the door of the cubicle where Dizzy Lizzy was trying on clothes and snapped her picture, hehehe. I don't think she appreciated that, lol. Kelly-Mandy has also become a major menace with that camera phone of hers! Dizzy Lizzy and I are planning to chuck the phone out the window later today while I drive us over to Midvalley.
Later that night, met up with ScreamingSour, SydneyBoy, Potatoes, Carrots and Backstabbed for sushi. We then drove over (with the exception of Carrots) to KL. Ms Constantly had it on good authority that it was the ladies' night for all the clubs in KL, so it meant us girls get in for free and get free drinks too. Luckily for her, it was true. Otherwise we might have sold her off on the street like one of those transvestites outside the Beach Club to pay for our cover charges and drinks. Speaking of which, what's with the sudden explosion of transvestites outside Beach Club? There are loads of them. But then, Beach has always been a rather sleazy place where foreigners and hookers gather and (probably) head off to cheap motels after. Too bad, I had always thought it was a fairly half-decent place, especially because of those aquariums with baby sharks swimming over the bar. I like the baby sharks. There was this transvestite in an orange bikini top and skirt outside the Beach Club that night. Potatoes wanted Backstabbed to pick her up and then ask her how much she got her boobs done for.
Anyway, we ended up at the Thai Bistro because we had never been there before. It was all right, albeit for the smell of bad eggs/corpses wafting from one end of the bistro. Luckily, it kind of dissipated after we entered the place and then Constantly arrived and we set about getting girlie drinks from the bartender who insisted Potatoes looked like a friend of his. He later insisted on taking a picture with us girls, which we rather unwillingly and reluctantly agreed to. Actually, we didn't really have much of a choice, it happened so fast. I really don't want to think about where our picture is going to end up somewhere on the Internet. *shudders* The vodka limes weren't a success (ScreamingSour insisted they tasted like shampoo) but the gin tonic was fairly all right, considering it was a ladies' night drink and therefore pretty watered down. We then got some long island teas, although they weren't very long, hmph. In fact, they were served in those whiskey glasses, instead of the nice long ones. The ladies' night drinks were over by then, as it was then midnight, so Potatoes and Constantly and Backstabbed and I got a jug of Long Island tea to drink. But the Long Island tea tasted more like ordinary iced tea than alcohol. All in all, it was a pretty fun night. We saw a drunk girl attempting to hide herself in a broom closet in the rest rooms and Potatoes and Constantly and I snuck up the second floor, which was a sort of VIP section, although we made it past the bouncer, and then after that we snuck up the third floor, which was an ENTIRELY different place from the rest of the club. Below, it was a Thai-beach-like atmosphere with lights and palm-like potted plants and a live band with RnB music played in between. On the third floor, you first come across a door with a dirty window rather like those doors to the offices of private detectives in black and white movies. You push it open and then it's like entering another world - totally smoky and cramped and blasting with techno music. We got the others to come up there and managed to get Backstabbed going again, and he almost did his double-shuffle walk! Yay! But later he admits to a dislike of techno music. Oops.

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So anyway, since I've told you about Anthony and Sebastian, now it's time to move on to the rest of what I've been doing. Um...what have I been doing? Well, there's been the movie marathons over at Bundles's house. The other day we watched a total of three chick flicks in one afternoon: Ice Princess, Cinderella Story and The Perfect Man. Oddly enough, after a serious dose of chick flicks, instead of feeling lovey dovey and wailing "I want the perfect guy!!!" I felt a serious dose of girl power fire up in my veins. It was more like "I don't need a guy!!! We're independent women here!!!" Now ScreamingSour and Potatoes joke that I need to watch some action movies to get me to soften up and realize I need boys! Maybe I need to watch Doom and realize I need a man like...um...the Rock! Lol!
We also watched "Drink Drank Drunk" which is this Chinese movie about a girl who can drink everyone under the table. She then falls in love with this guy who so totally can't hold his licquor. It was a pretty sweet movie, actually. On that same day, we headed over to Taylor's, our old college, so I could pick up my air tickets (I'll be leaving on the 2nd! Sniff!) and mosey along to the old ADP campus to check it out and savour some nostalgia. The old walls which looked like hospital waiting rooms have been redecorated. Now they have these murals of strange faces and loads of handprints so they look kind of like the walls of high schools instead. I think we need some serious redecoration in that college. After that, I didn't want to go home because I had been rudely awakened by a load of construction workers barging into my room "to fix the leak in your bathroom ceiling" so rather than endure the flying dust and plaster, I went over to Bundles's to watch "Drink Drank Drunk" and admire Daniel Wu as he spouts French in a very sleazy voice which I suppose is meant to make him sound as if he was inebriated.
Last Friday night, ScreamingSour, SydneyBoy, Potatoes, and I drove over to Hartamas to meet up with the Kelvinator and Bananas. We parked in the very same parking lot where my car was once broken into (they stole Constantly's backpack). The jockey of the parking lot was this badass guy in a wifebeater with a shaven head and a cigarette in one hand and he kept looking as if he wanted to kill me as he directed me into a parking spot. After I had parked the car, he started yelling at me as soon as I got out of the car. "Do you want other cars to hit your car as they drive be?" he yells at me in Malay. "Get back in! I'll direct you to a proper spot!"
I'm confused. Didn't he just tell me that it was okay to park my car there? Didn't he direct me to that very spot himself? But I obey him because he looks like he might kill me otherwise. And the spot to which he then directed me to next was a spot where I would have had to run him over with my car in order to get to had I drove up to it in the first place. Erm, I'm confused!
Anyway, after a final nod and a swift cutting glare at me, he stalks off and we get out of the car and head over to the stall where he and his friends are sitting to pay them so that they might "look after" the car. Look after it, my ass. I bet they were the ones who stole Constantly's backpack that night a year ago. Anyway, as the wifebeater dude's friend was digging around for change for my ten bucks, the wifebeater suddenly asks me (translation of following conversation from Malay to English): "Are you married?"
Er, wasn't he ready to kill me just now?
Keeping in the mind the fact that dear Sebastian would be under their watchful eye for the next few minutes, I say carefully, "Um, oh yeah, I am!"
He laughs and goes, "Can I have your number?"
"Um, I don't have a telephone!" I answer. While praying my mobile doesn't go off in my bag at the same time.
He laughs and says to his other friend, "She's a snob."
Keeping in mind the fact that they may slash my car tires if I piss them off, I interject, "Oh, no, I'm not a snob, I'm just married!"
Anyway, that seemed to put them in a good humor and I beat a hasty retreat with Potatoes and ScreamingSour and SydneyBoy once I got my change.
And no car tires were slashed, so all is good!
Anyway, that night with Kelvinator and Bananas was pretty good. We had drinks and smoked shisha (which took forever to arrive) and the Kelvinator and Bananas were in top form gossiping, lol. Potatoes and I got startled when we came across a guy admiring himself in the mirror of the women's rest room. It was pretty fun that night.
What else? On Saturday night, Backstabbed, ScreamingSour, SydneyBoy and myself headed out, originally intending to head to Rush (Potatoes was to come too, but she had a headache, poor thing). Due to the crowds and the overpriced cover charge, we headed to Bangsar instead, which was completely dead, and ended up in Absolute Chemistry where I think I had one too many tequila shots. The bartenders all looked as if they had just come from an audition for a Bollywood movie. And they were all wearing shades - in a dark, smoky nightclub/bar at one in the morning! The bartender in a tight little t-shirt and Brylcream hair with wraparound shades was just staring at me in this totally blur way as I leaned over the bar, asking him for a Corona. It was as if he was trying to read my lips over the music to figure out my order, but because he was wearing shades in the dark, he couldn't figure out if I was even there or not. For goodness sakes, take those shades off! You'll ruin your eyes!
Oh, and while we were there, Backstabbed demonstrated some of the maddest dance moves ever! The spur-of-the-moment double-shuffle moonwalk! I'll never forget that! :o
Monday was once again a movie day. Bundles and I headed to 1u to watch Pride and Prejudice. We got the one with the American ending. According to my sister, Pride and Prejudice had two different final scenes, for different countries. The British got the movie with the final scene where Keira Knightley and whoever was playing Darcy didn't kiss while the Americans got the one with Keira and Darcy kissing. It seems that while they were playing the movie for test audiences, the Brits preferred a final scene similar to the book where the couple did not kiss whereas the Americans preferred the Hollywood-ized version (no surprises there). Anyway, we got the American one where they kissed but I do wonder how the British non-kissing version was like.
And what was that about the fetish for butts in that movie? I swear, in the scene in the ribbon shop where Wickham goes to gives some money to Lydia/Kitty/I can't remember which of them to buy some ribbons, you could see Keira Knightley/Elizabeth Bennett surreptitiously eyeing his ass from behind. And later, as Keira/Elizabeth is walking around in Darcy's house, admiring his art collection and sculptures and paintings and whatnot, she comes across this statue of a nude lying on its side and the camera is running over the length of the nude, implying that Keira's running her eyes over the nude, admiring its workmanship, and the camera just HAD to run around the front of the nude to the back and very obviously and prominently display its butt to the movie audience. Maybe the director of the movie had a total fetish for butts!
Later that evening, I met up with Kelly-Mandy and Dizzy Lizzy, who have finally taken time off from their busy schedules (Kelly-Mandy from flirting and baking pineapple tarts and Dizzy Lizzy, from studying) to meet up with yours truly. OMG, that was one hell of a crazy night. And also the first time I have ever seen Kelly-Mandy drive! She got way huffy over mine and Dizzy Lizzy's indecisiveness about where we should go for dinner. We drove, like, everywhere before we ended up at the 24-hour McDonald's at CentrePoint, which has been renovated and expanded so much that Dizzy Lizzy and I were both absolutely dazzled by the sight of it. We then spent the rest of the night talking about boys (heehee) and catching up on each other's love lives and munching on nuggets and refilling Cokes (MacDonald's has a free refill policy just like Burger King now! Yay!) and taking pictures with Kelly-Mandy's phone camera. Dizzy Lizzy was never satisfied with any of our pictures and we kept taking pictures until we realized we probably looked like a bunch of bimbos posing with our camera phone in MacDonald's, lol. We finally left about 2.20 in the a.m. and ended up sitting in Kelly-Mandy's car, filling out a questionnaire about what we thought about her for her business communications class. We had to answer things like what we thought were her three best skills ("Um, baking pineapple tarts? But we haven't tried your pineapple tarts yet! No, flirting! Yeah, flirting! Um, driving?") while we sat there in her little car on that dark road. Dizzy Lizzy was nervous because we were just these three chicks sitting in a car in the middle of a dark road despite the fact that we had locked all the doors. I flipped out my knife to reassure her but the sight of me waving my knife in her face seemed to make her even more nervous. Hmph. That girl has no trust.
Speaking of cars, as we had been walking towards MacDonald's from the car earlier on, we all got a major heart attack at the sight of this family sitting in this car not far from ours. They were just sitting in the car, staring straight ahead, with NO expression whatsoever on their faces. They were like waiting for someone or something but they were not talking among themselves or even moving! That creeped the hell out of us. We wondered if they were real or alive. They looked as if they were trying to kill themselves by suffocating in the car and we wondered if we should go knock on the window or tell someone in case they really were attempting suicide. Anyway when we got back from MacDonald's hours later, they were gone, so I guess it wasn't a suicide attempt.
Tuesday arrived and I re-watched Memoirs of a Geisha with Bundles and the Crazed Dentist from Adelaide. Alleya was suppose to come as well but she couldn't get over to the mall in time so it was just us three. The Crazed Dentist from Adelaide was leaving the very next day to Adelaide once more. Apparently, the dentists' university semester begins much earlier than every one else's - and what's more, they apparently keep pushing the first day of the semester forward every year because of the increased amount of work. Poor dentists! Well, I guess they earn that much more money when they start their real practice after graduation. I miss her. Hope you're having a good time back in Adelaide, gal! And for heaven's sake, don't drill out anyone's gums by mistake!

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Am right now listening to: the Cardigans' Super Extra Gravity.
It's making me feel very much like a teenager once more, listening to the Cardigans and all the alternative music of the nineties! Especially right now since I'm back home in Malaysia and hanging out with all my old friends doing all our silly, crazy stuff once more! I miss being home!
It's been a busy couple of weeks, espesh now that yours truly has finally gotten over being sick and can actually get out and about! And in Sebastian, to boot! Lol, yes friends, a sad thing has occured. Anthony-Keidis-Rob-Thomas-Russell-Crowe-Paul-Bethany-Wang-Lee-Hom aka just "Anthony" is, most sadly and tragically gone. My mom traded my Anthony for, of all things, a Britney Spears car! A Toyota Vios car! And so, now instead of driving Anthony, I will be driving her old car. Instead of a cool vintage Ford Telstar, I am now driving a Perdana. Never again will I have a car with cool old fashion air-conditioner thingies that move back and forth and causes everyone who's ever ridden in my car to go "Wow! Look at THAT!" or a car which I have to start up for at least fifteen minutes so that the engine will be warmed up sufficiently to ensure we don't break down at the first corner we turn, or a car whose hood flips up in our faces when we roll down a flyover bridge! Never again will I have a car where my friends are forever struggling to open or close the doors or a car whose back windows can hardly ever be wound down or a car whose air conditioning fails us every now and then! Never again shall I have a car with so many names or so many leaves stuck in the hood or in the windshield wipers (courtesey of my nangka tree, which loves to drop its leaves on good old Anthony) or so many accidents (which I have to admit, were my fault and not Anthony's, but that was back in the days when I first got my license and was completely at a loss on the big bad roads of KL)!
Lol, but seriously Anthony was the best car EVER, despite all the little things that tended to go wrong every now and then. He was sort of like "my" very first car (I say "sort of" because as my mom sees it, it's her car and it's just that i get to drive it because her car was way too precious for me to drive it, lol), was the car in which me and my friends drove around in in high school and the first years of college, was the car we took on weekends to Bangsar and KL and Summit and Club 7, was the car in which we hung around and smoked and went past creepy dark corners where strange temples haunted by spirits lurked and the car in which we, well, went practically everywhere in and had all these great times in!
Man, the memories...sniff...goodbye, Anthony!
Anywayz, as I mentioned, I'm now driving my mom's Perdana and we have now christianed him Sebastian. He's white and doesn't have those comfy seats that Anthony does or look as much of a bad-ass cool junk-y car as Anthony does, but we can start him up right away and he's in more or less pretty good condition and doesn't consume too much petrol. Hmm, actually come to think of it, Anthony and Sebastian pretty much represent my teen years and my twenties years! Anthony was the broken-down and unreliable but lovable and totally cool car, kind of like Archie Andrew's jalopy in the Archie comics. And Sebastian is the reliable and petrol-saving car, but has less of an attitude than Anthony does. But Sebastian does his best and I love him too!
Hmm, okay, this is a pretty long post on cars, so I shall tell you of what I have been up to with Sebastian for the past couple of weeks. In the meantime, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, ANTHONY-KIEDIS-ROB-THOMAS-RUSSELL-CROWE-PAUL-BETHANY-WANG-LEE-HOM!!!!!!!!

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Monday, January 16, 2006

It's funny...right after I wrote that last post about all that complain-y stuff, I went to check my mail and some friends had wrote me and I feel much better now, thanks guys!!!!!!
Been hanging out with my sister and doing the family thing most of the time lately...in between falling sick again...and again...and again!!! I have never been so sick so many times in a row in my entire life!!! I think me and my sister and my brother are passing bugs between us...one gets slightly better while the other falls sick and then the other gets slightly better while the other falls sick again and none of us ever get well properly!!!
Well...I did get to watch Memoirs of a Geisha in between all this falling sicky-icky... and as I mentioned earlier, I had been re-reading Pride and Prejudice and that turned into a full-blown Jane Austen reading list...because after that I re-read Northanger Abbey and now I'm re-reading Emma... only I kind of cast that aside momentarily to read Amanda Quick romance novels!!! Yes, I have pushed aside the noble classics for trashy romances. But what fun, funny trashy romances! Anyway, I think there's a curse on Emma...I never seem to be able to be interested enough in Emma to ever get through the whole book. I'll do my best but it doesn't seem very likely!!! Maybe I'll turn to Persuasion instead... I like the whole Anne Elliot love story thing. The passion! The anguish! The controlled emotions!
And ooh I never told you all about my Hong Kong trip. Basically, we shopped. A lot.
We got loads of clothes and I got a cute little tweed Oliver Twist-like hat, a long white skirt, black Goth-y top, we got loads of cheongsams that fitted us really well, my sister and my mother nearly bought out the G2000 store, we got large and tiny mahjong sets, and we bargained till there was no end to the bargaining! It was so fun, Hong Kong. And it was such a rush place, like everyone kept walking really fast and if you didn't move along, you'd probably fall over, and they had all these yummy looking food stalls and restaurants and it's really clean now too, I guess they had a big clean up, especially after all the SARS and avian flu scares. We need one of those big clean-ups here in KL. Then maybe we might have something that actually looks like a river instead of near resembling a huge drain.

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Friday, January 13, 2006

Ever feel like you need to take some time off from the rest of the world? I've been feeling it for a while now. I'm feeling like I'm a little burnt by the world and need to take some time off and just sit and think and be by myself for a bit. Like... all of a sudden, things aren't what you were expecting them to be, and more than one person has hurt you, however much they didn't intend to and probably never knew they had, and you're just feeling a little dazed and disoriented and despondent and you're not too sure of who the people you know are anymore or how they see you or even who you are anymore or in which direction you're headed. And the moment you think you've got your head screwed back on, somebody comes along and, almost nonchalantly, almost with complete ease, just lifts it off your neck again, gives it a good spin, and boots it like a football in every which direction until you haven't the faintest clue which direction you were heading in anymore. Am I being too sensitive? you ask yourself. Maybe you am, maybe what's wrong is what's wrong with you, not anybody else, who knows, who can tell, what the fuck are all these voices shouting in my head? And that's also when you feel upset, you feel like you wanna have a good cry, you just feel like - bam, wham, what the fuck's going on, what the hell's happening, doesn't anyone understand me anymore, I'm just a good person trying to get along in life just like the rest of you are.
So that's why I'm taking some time off right now. Avoid the world. Try to get my head screwed back on again, and with some extra cellotape too, so that it won't be lifted off that easily again. Right now it would be nice to just walk off on some street where no one knows you, just sit in a corner somewhere and watch the world pass you by, have a nice iced lemon tea, read a good book, write some really bad poetry, listen to the music you like without caring what other people think about it, have a long nice good think, just be as yourself as you want to be.
But it's not that easy in the real world, and it's not that easy to disappear off for a while. Just today, I thought I got my head screwed on again, and I was happy, I thought I was myself, I thought I could handle everything, and bam everything was suddenly screwed and I felt just about every upsetting emotion there is to feel.
Jeez. Maybe I'm in a depression period. I should check my horoscope stars.
Well, nothing gets me down for long. :) See, even before I finished my rant, I feel tons better. But, hey, it's good to write it down too, and what is a blog good for if not for a good rant, even though I'm always complaining about other people who rant on and on about their sorry selves in a blog. Hey, there's a new day tomorrow, heads can always be screwed back on, and don't forget to take that nice long solitary walk.

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Saturday, January 07, 2006

Were crumbs created for ants or ants created for crumbs?

That is the question. I'll repeat it again in case the bold scarlet font is too blinding for your delicate eyes. Were crumbs created for ants or ants created for crumbs?
This is the question that I was suddenly struck with as I dusted a couple of crumbs off my Mars chocolate-topped biscuit. (Thank you, my dear friend, the Crazed Dentist from Adelaide, who gave me that yummy, yummy Mars biscuit. I love Mars. Almost forgot I did. But still do and always will. Snickers just can't cut it like Mars does. Please don't stroke my arm again. I'm sure you and your boyfriend will be reunited very soon.) Those crumbs, I noted, were the perfect size for those little hardworking insects known as ANTS. Have you ever seen a whole bunch of ants working to lift some remnant of food which is roughly the size of half a pizza crust? It's a whole show, with ants running back and forth, and everyone manuevering to do their best to get the pizza crust back home. It's tough work, it's a big drama, a great day for the ants. Congratulations, ants. But why, dear ants, exert yourself so much? Not when you've got these great custom-made takeaway meals called CRUMBS which you can carry all by yourself! Imagine that! No more sharing!
Truly, for who else, if not for ANTS, were crumbs invented? Who else could a single crumb so wholly, so perfectly satisfy? It is the perfect meal for your average ant (and we all know that every ant is an average ant, unless you've been crowned Queen Ant. Or joined the military. And even there, individuality and trendsetters are more or less discouraged.) Easily portable, coming all kinds of flavours and crunchiness, CRUMBS are the way to go.
But then, that got me thinking. This is kind of like the chicken and the egg question. Were CRUMBS invented for ANTS? Or ANTS invented for CRUMBS? After all, crumbs are an inevitable part of life! Every meal is a billion crumbs waiting to happen. Every potato chip is a thousand crumbs waiting to be born. Crumbs everywhere! If we're not careful, our planet will soon be swamped in a sea of crumbs before long! Who will save us? No one wants to nibble on crumbs all day long when they can have a lovely toasted salmon cream and sundried tomato sandwich.But, wait! There are these creatures called ANTS and they come in just the right size for crumbs. You could say they were the perfect target audience to market crumbs to.
So, we are begged to ask again, who was created for whom? Or what was created for whom or who was created for what? Were ants created for crumbs? Or crumbs created for ants? Will we ever know? Will this be one of the questions that philosophers will forever be pondering? Will I ever get a pair of red sneakers with big yellow sunflowers on the toes? Do I even still want sneakers like those? Will I ever start a new craze for red sneakers with yellow sunflowers? Will Joey refrain from rolling her eyes at me for saying that I want them? These questions and more are the questions that haunt me and the philosophers of the ages.

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Thursday, January 05, 2006

I woke up the other day thinking of some of my all-time favourite movie/tv quotes and I can't remember all of them but these are the ones I remember:

"Yeah, there were horses and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident!"
-Brick Tamland, (Steve Camrell), 'Achorman, The Legend of Ron Burgundy'.

"I want some more."
- Claudia, (Kirsten Dunst), 'Interview with A Vampire.'

Jack Sparrow: "No. Not good. Stop. Not good. What are you doing? You've burned all the food, the shade, the RUM."
Elizabeth: "Yes, the rum is gone."
Jack Sparrow: "Why is the rum gone?"
Elizabeth: "One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me. Do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
Jack Sparrow: "But why is the rum gone?"
- (Keira Knightley, Johny Depp), Pirates of the Carribean.

"In the end, my girlfriend became my arch enemy, my arch enemy became my best friend, and my best friend became my girlfriend."
- Will Stronghold, (Michael Angarano), 'SkyHigh'.

"Fuck-abees."
-Dawn Campbell, (Naomi Watts), I Heart Huckabees.

"Nobody sits like this rock sits. You rock, rock. The rock just sits and is. You show us how to just sit here and that's what we need. "
- Albert Markovski, (Jason Schwartzman), I Heart Huckabees.

"We can't stop here. This is bat country!"
- Raoul Duke, (Johnny Depp), Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

"Stupid fucking white man!"
- Nobody, (Gary Farmer), Dead Man.


Simon(human) and Marcus(vampire) are fighting. Simon pulls out a cross, which has no effect on Marcus, and Marcus laughs.
Marcus: Sorry, sport. I'm an atheist.
Simon presses a trigger and a dagger emerges from the base of the cross and he stabs Marcus with it.
Simon: God loves you anyway.
- (Omar Epps, Jonny Lee Miller), Dracula 2000.

"Once you go black...you gonna need a wheelchair."
- Latrell Spencer, (Terry Crews), White Chicks.

"Oh, that's great! You made me lose my shopkeeper."
- Angelus, (David Boreanaz), Angel, episode "Release".

"I know how it feels—forced to be someone you're not. Hurts to the bone. You try to bury the pain, but you can't get the hole deep enough, can you? No matter how much you dig, it's still there. Broken shards stabbing every time you breathe, cutting you up inside. You know, there's only one way to make the pain stop. Hurt someone else."
- Angelus, (David Boreanaz), Angel, episode "Release".

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So merry christmas and happy new year! Oops, a little too late to be saying that right now but it's hard when your laptop has deserted you in your time of need and your little brother is on the only other available computer 24/7 and your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere next to a banana plantation on a family trip and you are forced to wait ages for a tow truck and then again wait ages in a tiny little town out of nowhere and sit on a dust-covered sofa in the mechanic's office that stains your white top (horrors!) and then on yet another road trip you find yourself driving through storms and hoping your car makes it through the flooded roads...
Hmm...I think i got a little off-track there but you get the general idea.
And yours truly has developed a permanent case of the sniffles due to all the pollution back home. Both myself and my sister have gone through at least five boxes of tissues (maybe more, I haven't kept count) since we've gotten back. There are only one and a half boxes of tissues left in this house, to my knowledge, and we must must must run out and buy at least another dozen if we want to survive! We're also currently drugged up on some pills to prevent the sniffles... antihistamines or something. Sounds like amphetamines. It's a drag. Note to self: must boost up immune system.
It's been a movie week! I watched The Promise and it wasn't very promising at all. I think it should have been called The Runner instead because they have this guy in the movie who zooms up and down all over the place and then runs so fast he can run backwards in time. But for some reason while he is fast enough to run back into the past, he can't change his tragic childhood past yet he's able to carry people on his back and take them back into the past where they get to change their decisions and thus their future. So why couldn't he do the same thing? How come there was some kind of time wall blocking him and not them? Explain please, somebody!
Also, finally managed to see King Kong! Truly, that is a story of two star-crossed lovers. Even Romeo and Juliet cannot compare to the tragedy of Naomi Watts and Kong! At least R & J were humans and had a chance at marriage and a normal life and all that. What kind of future will there ever be for Naomi and Kong? Naomi could never survive living on that island (where every dinosaur seems intent on eating her, though I don't see how she could constitute for more than just a single hors d'oveur for them) and frankly, I can't see King Kong holding down a job in New York. They'd have a tough time finding an apartment in the city and everyone knows it's not cheap to rent in NY. Maybe King Kong could get hired as a bouncer at some swanky night club. Heaven knows he'll never have trouble with the drunks and the riffraff.
Let's talk about books! Drove to desperation over a shortage of reading material, I have decided to reread Pride and Prejudice. No, it's not because of that new movie with Keira Knightley in it. Actually, it's because of that Karen Joy Fowler book, the Jane Austen Book Club. It just made me want to re-read all the Jane Austens. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring the JABC home with me, so I can't read the Jane Austens, then read the part in JABC where they discuss those books. Oh, well! Anyway, I'm in the middle of Pride and Prejudice and it keeps making me think of the movie Bride and Prejudice. It's like a triple commentary in my head - one track is on Austen's Pride and Prejudice, another is on the JABC, and another is on Bride and Prejudice replay. It's a good thing I haven't see the Keira Knightley movie yet or else my brain will be running on four tracks. And while we women are known for our multi-tasking skills, I think reading Pride and Prejudice while a voice chants out certain choice quotes from the JABC and another voice is singing "No life! Without wife!" is quite enough for me!

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