My Year in Review, Part 1 of 2.

The only reason this isn't the full thing is well, because your eyes are gonna need a break at some point, and I haven't watched Narnia yet. Narnia, to me, is a pretty big event, cause ever since I first saw the trailer in cinemas, I pretty much fell in love with the movie. Blah to King Kong. Narnia's the one I've been waiting for. Right then. Onward with the review.

This year, I decided to stop beating around the agnostic/atheist bush and choose a belief. Where do you put your faith? From something so simple as having faith that the Ah Beng DVD-seller is indeed telling the truth when he says 'the DVD good quality wan!', to having faith in the power of democracy to deliver the public's will, even the most jaded are capable of faith. At the end, I choose to put my faith in people. Simply put, and I mean no offense to the religious out there, I believe that God is merely an excuse too often used, and not a very good one at that. For every action that we take, the consequences we must face as well. That's what I believe. And I also reinforced my faith in Karma. 'What goes around, comes around'; it's the only rule you'll ever have to adhere to. At least that's what I think. Oh, right. That and NEVER EVER skim on toilet paper. It's always worth it to pay the extra fifty-five cents.

This year as well, marked the end a relationship. It's funny how people warn you about the high possibility of growing apart or cheating partners but never of the likelihood of diminished feelings when they hear of couples in long-distance relationships. Anyhow, let me now de-bunk the myth of the impossibility of ex-es (?) being friends. Through the cloud of guilt and heartache, I'm proud to say we remained close friends, right up till present day in fact. I suppose when you're as matured as me, and as somewhat matured as the 'Mighty Jock' (hee), the relationship is salvageable. You're awesome, Prep. Too bad I'm awesome-r.

This year as well a couple of 'jokes' that I pulled ended up having a pretty serious effect in my life. Nothing broken or fractured. In the early half of the year, the result of a joke audition thanks to Sammy Snake putting down my name, resulted in a part in the cast ensemble of Freshers. The play opened me up to the world of uni (I am hesitant to use the word amatuer, because that word somehow does not dignify the amount of time and emotion invested) theatre and indulged my interest in writing scripts. They say university is a time to experience new things. Well, outside of getting pissed drunk on a weekday and running around in the nude on Prosh Week (I saw gibblets. Unsurprisingly, I didn't eat meat for lunch that day), there's certainly never been a better time to get involved with theatre productions.

My application to McDonald's as well started out as a joke. I was barely serious when I applied, believing myself to be 'too good' for such a job. What a slap to the face, indeed. When my lack of experience deterred me from getting any offers, save for a tele-marketing position that required a 45 minute+ commute, Macca's called with the news. Since then, there's been no regrets. There's a really good environment going on - friendly people who are around the same age and most of the time, polite customers. Like any other job, there's stress involved, especially during the breakfast/lunch/dinner rushes. My bad for thinking those with a McJob are low-life automatons. I am, indeed, humbled now.

Part 2 consists of other thoughts regarding family, friends and the Top 3 Movies of the Year Cause I cannot go a post with one reference to pop culture. And some of the most embarassing pictures will be uploaded to illustrate the year. Cause if you can't laugh at yourself, then who can you laugh at? The idiots in the picture, I suppose.

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Also, just for the curious, I changed my project. Now, in Costa Rica, I will be involved with the Finca La Gran Vista project. It's got more interaction with the environment, yet it also remains a community project. I suppose we're helping the community by helping the environment?, if that makes sense.

The main aim of the project is to provide a working example of a farm that operates in a sustainable manner, removing the need to clear new areas of the forest. I'm too darn lazy to type everything out so if you really want to know more, send an email. Here's some of the stuff we will be expected to do: construction, feeding the farm animals, planting seeds, soil conservation, maintenance of medical plants, using and producing organic fertilizer, maintaining the spring-water wells, and harvesting crops. If you're wondering why I changed my project, it's because the moon cycle was not auspicious for my love-life. Hee. I changed it because I can.

Vamos Costa Rica!

Yours truly is ready to travel to Costa Rica. One day-trip to Sydney and voila!, a stamp in my passport says I'm ready for travel. I was talking to the receptionist at the Consulate-General and apparently us Malaysians, if we intend to travel to Costa Rica, have to obtain a visa in person from the closest Consulate General. Closest being Japan or Melbourne. Brilliant really. Previously you could courier your passport and thus save yourself a plane ticket, but new regulations (that even the Consular General admit is completely bogus) state that we have to be at the office in person. It does not help that Malaysia is listed as a Muslim country. God forbid they admit prospective terrorists into a country that according to the Lonely Planet forum, is notorious for pickpockets and robbers.

And because no trip to Sydney is complete without it, here is the obligatory picture of the Sydney Opera House with guest, the Sydney Harbour Bridge.


Now, while the debate continues regarding which state is more superior, I have to admit that Sydney does one up Melbourne on a particular aspect. Krispy Kreme donuts. Holy mother of dough and glazed sugar, Donut King ain't got nothing on them. It's crazy really. No matter how much we try to deny it, American exports are truly essential to modern life. It doesn't have to be the central focus, but it certainly makes our life seem more rich knowing we have other options. Which is ironic cause for every Starbucks or McDonald's that is built on your local block, there goes a local establishment, thus actually limiting our options.

I can't go into an anti-capitalist tirade because besides the obvious fact that I get my spending money from the Golden Arches, I honestly think that I would start eating pork again should Denny's ever open a branch in Melbourne (bacoooonnn). Oh heck. I say countries shouldn't fear the spread of Western influences. Sure, enforce some sort of quota to ensure that the local industry will thrive and make sure that no conglomeration can get around the red tape (Here's looking at you, Murdoch). And yeah, encourage the locals to shop/eat/buy local. But it's crazy to impede the flow of Western media/establishments/brands. Just take a look at China. It's pretty obvious that things aren't quite working out the way the Communist leaders envisioned.

So what then for the future? Should we all just give up hope and wait for the inevitable Starbucks-McDonalds-MTV-Gap-Abercrombie&Fitch filled streets? Also impossible I say. As long as the doors are opened for the local industry, there will be hope. Chris Lilley's We Can Be Heroes is on par with Arrested Development and The Office. Alannah Hill's dresses are so so pretty (also very $$$). Boost Juice's annual profits is an exponential graph.

... Oh crud. I think this became a pro-globalization, whilst thinly-veiled pro-Americanisation tirade. What can I say? You can't hate the land that gave us Buffy afterall.

Right then. I've been thinking about Green Day's American Idiot. And I've come to the realization that it will do what Californication and Morning View did for RHCP and Incubus. Suddenly pimply-faced teens with newly broken voices all over the world will have ditched their Simple Plan t-shirts to don black American Idiot tees. I'm not being elitist and actually think this is a good thing. I mean, more power to good bands, yeah? It's just a little bit weird/creepy when kids start calling Billie Joe 'sexy'. Prior to him putting black eyeliner to good use, I don't recall anyone tagging him with that adjective. It's quite bizarre to think that some eye make-up makes you instant hot stuff.

But then again, after watching the Jesus of Suburbia video clip, I think I'm coming around to that concept. Lou Taylor Pucci, who I previously watched in the indie flick Thumbsucker, looked extremely effiminate with his big blue eyes and delicate features. Then suddenly in the JoS video clip, he's freaking Sid Vicious incarnate and looking totally hot. Strange, huh.

From this:

to this:

See? I'm not just being superficial.

Results of Surfing Online

Hee.

Huh.

Double huh.

Just when I thought I knew it all. Daniel Wu in a music band. Huh indeed. Doesn't change the fact that he still makes for pretty darn good eye-candy.

Today I realised that eating outside to enjoy the sun and the fresh air is completely overrated. While attempting to chow down my meal, I was also busy fending off the flies that threatened to go up my skirt, down my fries and into my burger. To top it all of, there was a stupid sparrow that was hovering pretty darn too close for comfort. I was pretty tempted to throw the beef patty at it, in the hopes of knocking it out but then it occured to me that the sparrow might instead chow down on it and acquire a taste for cow meat. And with a brain that big, the bird will probably think me a cow (wouldn't be the first according to my dad and bro!) and peck my eyes and flesh away. I also considered the fact that the sparrow might choke on the beef patty, but the idea of it flying around crazily while attempting to dislodge the patty isn't exactly too appealing; i.e it might land on me.

Anyway, with a mouth that can fit one hard-boiled egg intact, mind you, it's not too hard to guess what happened in the end, right? Now, I have acquired a taste for sparrow meat. It's like eating miniature chicken wings. Maybe next time I'll actually cook it.

And maybe next time I'll actually do something rather than sit on the bench and think up all the reactions to my actions.

It's undeniable.

It's true. You always hear this kind of talk but no actual confirmation. Well, I'm setting this in stone now (which is kind of funny cause this a blog in cyberspace, probably the total opposite from a physical stone). The prettier or better looking things in life fare better off. Yes, they really do.

Think about it. Those crazy scientists who run really unnecessary experiments which bear really redundant but entertaining results tells us that babies are more attracted to prettier faces. The selection process for reality TV show contestants tells us that your odds are better if you're slim and don't resemble Donatella Versace circa the past 10 years.

Outside of the human world, biology tells us that butterflies and bees are attracted to the more brightly coloured flowers. The annual profit for IKEA tells us that the majority prefers a pretty bedroom to a quality-filled one (it's those damn annual catalogues. Who hasn't wished their bedrooms looked like page 126 in the bedroom section?).

I don't even need to go into the world of Hollywood to justify my statement, do I? But because everyone's thinking it: it's the reason why Bloomboy is undertaking the lead roles in sub-par movies (Elizabethtown) while far superior actors like Steve Buscemi are filling supporting role slots in better movies (Reservoir Dogs. Or if you want a movie of a similar genre, Ghost World).

It's the reason why a collie was casted as Lassie and not this thing:


That's Sam. Yes, it's a dog, not some turned-inside-out rodent that has been dipped into a tub of hydrocloric acid, then given a chemical peel to boot. It holds the title of "World's Ugliest Dog". How's that for understatement of the year?

It's the reason why marble and not granite covers floors of houses.

It's the reason why Apple products are selling. Damn that Powerbook is sure darn pretty.

It's the reason why apples that don't have brown marks on them are being picked at markets.

It's the reason why, oh good god. I'm still recovering from that thing that apparently is a dog. I'm so disgusted.

See? Enough said. So there. Now you don't only know, you actually know that prettier things have it better off. With proof to boot.

It's quite life-affirming to finally have that figured out.

Oh dear god. Can't think anymore. Damn Google images and their results for 'ugly dogs'. Eeeecccch.

One month, mates!

In a month, yours truly will be jetting off to Costa Rica. Lordy, am I excited! Well technically, bus to Sydney, flight to NZ, then stopover at LAX... but you know. Technical-schmenical. We got our travel manuals by mail and received an email telling us what projects we were assigned to yesterday. And boy, am I in love with my project.

ASOCUENCA Community Development Project
Basically, ASOCUENCA is a farmers' association comprising representatives of the Community Development Associations of five communities: Santa Elena, Quizarra, San Francisco, Santa Marta, and MonteCarlo. The mission statement: to protect the watershed of the Penas Blancas River and to aid in the development of the Alexander Skutch Biological Corridor. The corridor will help in the recuperation of the remaining tracts of evergreen tropical rain forest in the country, in specific, the Los Cusingos Sanctuary for Neotropical Birds and Las Nubes Biological Reserve.

What will I be doing?

• Reforestation of farmland located in the corridor
• Maintainence at the school (Teaching English!)
• Construction, maintenence, and painting of public facilities in cooperation with Santa Elena Community Association, the Health Committee, the Sports Committee and the Church Committee.
• Supporting the work at Los Cusingos Reserve, eg. trail construction, planting fruit trees and bushes as food sources for birds and other wildlife, and maintenence of the Historical Alexander F. Skutch Museum
  

It sounds exactly like what I hoped I would get. On my face was plastered a shit-eating grin until I came to a snag. In the daily timetable, it says 6 am: Breakfast. Good lord. That means I actually have to wake up before 6 am. Holy...

I'm still psyched though.

Then, I saw the departure date for the flight. I'll be leaving LAX on Feb 2nd and arriving at Sydney on Feb 4th. Blah. Birthday-Schmirthday. (You'd think this sch-thing business would get old, but it really doesn't).

Yeap.

Still pretty darn psyched.

Tim Canterbury

aka Martin Freeman in The Office, Series 2, Episode 3, Bullseye.

Tim: No, I don't talk about my love life for a very good reason, and that reason is I don't have one. Which is very good news for the ladies- I am still available. I'm a heck of a catch , cos, er, well look at it. I live in Slough, in a lovely house, with my parents. I have my own room, which I've had since, yeap, since I was born. That's seen a lot of action I tell you. Mainly dusting. I went to university for a year as well, before I dropped out, so I'm a quitter. So, er, form an orderly queue ladies.

Water was coming out of my nose by the time he was done. I made the mistake of taking a huge gulp of water. Elegance personified.

It is 8.51 am. This whole waking-early thing is pissing me off. I should just go watch more Gilmore Girls'. Although... I'm starting to hear 'la la las' whereever I am. Be it at work, or sitting at home, or just walking down the street. Possibly a case of Gilmore Girls' overload?

Anyhow, The Office needs to be longer. It's so freaking amusing. In fact, I found the second series more hilarious than the first. Though, it's recommended you watch the first series to understand a lot of the in-side jokes. Just six episodes in one series and Stephen Merchant and Ricky Gervais managed to pull off a story with rich sub-plots involving office romance, office pranks, and lots of general wit. How did they do it?

Right. Review of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Robert Downey Jr., when not in court or rehab for drug offences, proves that he is a comic force to reckon with. Spot-on delivery in a film that will probably be 2005's most quotable movie. The writing is almost flawless. The laughs come consistently through out the movie, mostly through lines than gags. Some harder than others. And even in the midst of gasping for breath, you'll be wanting to quiet down to hear the next line. Val Kilmer... I've only seen The Saint to compare (I maintain that I lack the testosterone needed to sit through Top Gun). But overall, Kilmer pulled his role-a gay PI, off convincingly. Yeap, you read right. A gay PI. Pretty impressive stuff too. My only problem was the ending. For a movie that was gold 7/8 out of the 100+ minutes, the ending seemed rushed. Maybe the problem lies in Hollywood's need to wrap things up neatly with a crisp bow.

Tais Toi!, that French flick with the godfather of French movies, Gerard Depardieu, and Jean Reno, which had similar themes, ended on a perfect note because it ended in the middle of a scene. There was no solid conclusion and there's no ultimate rule that states the bad guy ends up in jail. Had Kiss Kiss Bang Bang ended on that note, I probably would have added that movie to my list. Anyhow I'd definitely recommend it to anyone nonetheless. The writing is superb. And you probably won't have a problem with the ending. I'm just being nit-picky.

Veronica Mars in 10 hours. Wheeeeeeeeeeee! Good lord, I better get sleeping now. I'd kick myself if I fall asleep at 6 pm. Like I did yesterday.

Huh

I made it through 3 days without connecting to the Internet. When you're on holiday, and you've got nothing much on your plate, that's a pretty darn big achievement. Granted, it wasn't like I was suffering withdrawals. I was sufficiently preoccupied doing other stuff. Neighbour Boy passed on the other 7 episodes plus of Season 1 Desperate Housewives and Season 1 and 2 of Everybody Loves Raymond. Plus, Rowden White finally delivered The Office, series 2. And, I've still got Soph's Gilmore Girls'. Huh... Does seem just a wee bit too much, innit?

Anyhow, here I am at 9.17 am blogging. Huh. Seems a bit strange, innit? Well, when Karen wakes up at 6.50 am (for no reason whatsoever, without the help of the alarm, and it's not like she slept real early too!) things does tend to get a bit strange. So, here's how my day been so far.

-Woke up and my room was strangely clear. Remembered that I fell asleep with my contacts on. Huh.

-Looked at the time and it was six forty. Obviously, went back to sleep. Finally found a comfortable position to sleep in too. It is a big deal when you're sleeping here (and it's smaller than it looks. As short as I am, it's freaking shorter.)


because my bed, and there is a bed underneath it all, looks like this


-Remembered that I forgot to call Hann Meng, The Original Neighbour Boy, back and woke up. Also, my craving for Chocolate Milk did not past from last night so decided to go get me some of that. Took a shower and came out smelling like Dove shampoo. (Cause that's what I use, you see.)

-Decided to check email so connected online. Halfway, I remembered, 'Chocolate Milk!'. So when downstairs to IGA, but it opens at 10 am. See here Nick, what's the point of waking up so goddamn early if everything's shut? Anyhow, walked down to 7-11 and chocolate milk was bought.

-Was walking back from 7-11 and thought, 'Hey since you got early, you should make full use of that and go for a jog or something.'

-Proceeded to think, '...'

-Finally, 'Fuck all. The Office it is.' (Yes, I tend to use a lot of profanities when talking to myself).

-Came home, surfed a bit and decided some breakfast would be good.

-Boiled water, cause I wanted Milo with bread. You know, when you add a bit of water to a lot of Milo to make it thick and dippable.

-While waiting for the water to boil, went to Statscounter to see who's been coming to read this kinda crap. Was throughly amused to find that people from Singapore, in the 'location' section is just 'Singapore, Singapore, Singapore'. As opposed to
'Michigan, Ann Arbor, USA' or 'Wilayah Perseketuan, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia'.

-Water boiled. Milo dip done. Check the bread. Huh. It expired yesterday. Check for mold, it was clear.

-Bread on plate looked closer and realise there were some bits that were green. Huh. Thoughts= 'Fuck all'. Figured, that I should really find out what's the big deal about mold. Tore the green bits out (how gross do you actually think I am??) and breakfast commenced.

-Now, listening to Third Eye Blind while eating and typing. Good stuff.

-The best is yet to come. Chocolate Milk. I feel the need to capitalize the C and M to highlight the greatness of it all.

Huh. See, there's a reason why I don't like blogging about my day. It's just usually a whole lotta crap. (So, does that make me Crap personified? Huh. Crabby Patty. Mr. Crabs! You know, someday I might actually need to stop watching so damn much Nickelodeon so that random references like that don't happen.)

Damn. Now I need to leave. McD beckons. I'll be back for you Martin Freeman. And email. Come back later today if you want to read a review about Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, and how the wait for Veronica Mars is almost over.

More Buffy lovin'

Whole lotta Buffy quotes

Xander : I have my pride. Okay, I don't have a lot of pride but I have enough so that I can't do this.
- Season 1, The Puppet Show.

Xander : You were looking at my neck.
Angel : What?
Xander : You were checking out my neck! I saw that!
Angel : No, I wasn't.
Xander : Just keep your distance, pal.
Angel : I wasn't looking at your neck!
Xander : I told you to eat before we left.
-Season 1, Prophecy Girl.

Principal Snyder : There're some things I can just smell. It's like a sixth sense.
Giles : No, actually that would be one of the five.
-Season 2, When She Was Bad.

Xander : Yeah, I'm gonna have to go with Dead Boy on this one.
Angel : Could you not call me that?
-Season 2, Lie To Me

Giles : Cordelia, have you actually ever heard of tact?
Cordelia : Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass.
-Season 2, Killed by Death.

Giles : "Do you like my mask? Isn't it pretty? It raises the dead." Americans!
-Season 3, Dead Man's Party.
Hee hee hee... Anthony Stewart Head's face as he mocks 'em. Classic stuff.

(Thinking he's alone, Xander discovers the bomb in the basement of the school)
Xander : [to bomb] Hello, nasty. [to self] Less than two minutes. Dumb guy. Little bomb. How hard can it be?
(Jack, leader of the combie gang, enters)
Jack : And it just got harder.
Xander : I'm not leaving till that thing's disarmed.
Jack : Then I guess you're not leaving. I'm gonna carve you up and serve you with gravy. You piss me off, boy. Now you pay the price. First the eyes, then the tongue. I'm gonna break every one of your fingers. (ehh... Like in Veronica Mars. The episode where Clarence Wiedman goes... "or I'll break all your fingers". Huh.)
Xander : You gonna do all that in forty nine seconds?
[Jack looks at the bomb's clock, then the door, then Xander]
Xander : I know what you're thinking. Can I get by him? Get up the stairs, out of the buildiing, seconds ticking away. I don't love your chances.
Jack : Then you'll die too.
Xander : Yeah, looks like. So I guess the question really is who has less fear?
Jack : I'm not afraid to die. I'm already dead.
Xander : Yeah, but this is different. Being blowed up isn't walking-around-and-drinking-with-your-buddies dead. It's little-bits-being-swept-up-by-a-janitor dead, and I don't think you're ready for that.
Jack : Are you?
Xander : [tired smile] I like the quiet.
-Season 3, The Zeppo.
How can you not love Xander? And the final bit in the episode, where he smirks cleverly at Cordelia. What a killer.

Gah.. My butt hurts from sitting so damn long. Stupid chair. I still heart Xander. He's nobodys butt-monkey.

My first love

Spike (girly voice) : "How can I thank you, you mysterious black-clad-hunk-of-a-knight-thing?"

(manly voice) : "No need little lady. Your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a bad-ass vampire. But love, and a pesky curse, defanged me. And now, I'm just a big fluffy puppy with bad teeth. No! Not the hair! Never the hair!"

(girly voice) : "But there must be some way I can show my appreciation."

(manly voice) : "No, helping those in need's my job. And working up a load of sexual tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough."

(girly voice) : "I understand. I have a nephew who's gay so..."

(manly voice) : "Say no more. Evil's still afoot. And I'm almost out of that Nancy-boy hair gel I like so much. Quickly! To the Angel-mobile! Away!"

Chairman.. it's "In the Dark", from the first season of Angel, crossing over with Buffy's fourth season, "Harsh Light of the Day."

Credited writer: Douglas Petrie.

Hee hee hee.

The God I worship: Joss Whedon.

Hey man.. To each his own, eh? I don't rib you about worshipping some shepard fella, don't bug me about worshipping the Lord God that is Mr Whedon. Unless I do already rib you about your God. Then tit-for-tat, eh? But then your god says revenge is bad. So, sit down and rilek sikit larh.

Massive holidays mean massive DVD/TV watching. In terms of DVD watching, the only one so far I've watched is the Firefly series, created by The Man himself, Joss Whedon. It's the series that got cancelled by that damn network that also just recently put the axe on Arrested Development. FOX I'm looking at ya, you bastards. Gah. Anyhow, massive DVD sales caused movie executives to realize that they should milk this for all it's worth. Hence Serenity, the movie. And if you think I'm just some psychotic-biased Joss Whedon fan, the movie is #201 on IMDb's top #250. So give credit when credit's due, kids.

It's without a word, awesome. The attention to detail, the set, the costumes, the mythology itself. The relationships. The chemistry between the cast. The acting. I mean, we're talking Nathan Fillion in the lead and doing a pretty darn good job too! He's that guy who was not one of the 'two guys' in Two Guys and a Girl. I think he was the girl's boyfriend/fiance/didn't really give a crap about that series to bother to find out. And he was that guy too in Blast from the Past who was wearing 'some other guy's underwear' (Calvin Klein). Hee hee hee. So, who'd have thunk that this guy who was in running with David Boreanaz for Male Kayu of 2005 (Boreanaz has been champ the past 3 years. Mischa Barton has been holding on to the female crown for 2 years running now) could have redeemed himself so well in Firefly? Maybe it's something about Whedon that draws out the best in an actor. I mean, Sarah Michelle Gellar in Season 1 Buffy was utter crap to the complex being in Season 6 (cause that's how far I watched. If you mock me, you'll go to a "special hell", one that is reserved for child molesters and people who talk in theatre). That line there I stole straight from Firefly. Whedon is my God. Wahhh... must resist adding references to Firefly.

"Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill them right back." Lol... It's Nathan Fillion's face when he says it. It's pure shit-eating snarky wit. Gorram. Noooo. References stopping. Soon...

Don't you just love it when bloggers on on and on and ON and ON about things you don't give two shits about?

Final rant today regarding TV, I promise:
The trailers for Veronica Mars on TV is utter, utter bullshit. See, the walking Barbie herself, Paris Hilton guest stars in an ep, and the trailers that are running make it so that Hilton is this super main character. What the flying... rutting trailer. References stopping. Soon. Anyway, it's awfully misleading. Because people who tune in to watch won't even see Paris Hilton won't even see her in the first ep! (She guest stars in the second ep). Then all the people won't like it and nobody will watch and it'll be taken of air and while all this is going on my goddamn download still won't be completed. Gorram. References stopping. Soon. Anyhow, the lead actress, Kristen Bell is smoking hot already the way I see it. Who needs Paris Hilton? Stupid TV executives.

End rant.

Right. Now we talk about my life outside of TV series. Yes folks, there exists one.

I hung out with Sammy Snakes the whole day yesterday and it was awesome. Went to Monash Caulfield and was surprised that there was civilization outside the city. My heart nearly stopped when I saw a KFC. If that's not a sign of evolution I don't know what is! Allah... I get that I'm working at Macca's but fast food is fast food, eh? No need to get all nit-picky. We also noticed Caulfield's penchant for err... stone figures. You'll know what I'm talking about soon, Spaghetti. Lol. How strange. And Snakes taught me how to play something on the guitar! Just think about the 2 hours plus of your life that you're never going to get back. Thanks?

And I stuck up the mosquito net on my window. I have thwarted your evil plan, you blood-sucking fiends!


Literally, stuck it up. It is held up by a whole lotta tape.


Note that no matter how much you curse, even in all the languages you know and those which you don't, the net will keep falling. At least until you've used half your tape on the top. Sigh. I give it two days come summer.

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The most interesting thing came in the mail today.


Wahahahahhahahhhahahahhahhhaha. Come Soph, let the world hear our evil laughter! Suck on this...

Suckers!

Now, let's all now take a moment to register just how incredibly literal that actually is. Huh.

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Oh right! My pretty desktop wallpaper from the previous post!


How gorgeous is Kristen Bell? And this is just her in all her grainy glory.

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And you say I don't ever post pictures. Come on Addie. I wanna see your hair now!

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I've been reading tons about eyebrow piercings and I'm getting real paranoid about it migrating. That's the term for when it sorta moves from it's original piercing. And it might or might not prove to be problematic. Taking a quick surf online did not help either. It's a battlefield littered with horror stories. Eech. Stupid eyebrow piercing. Why are you so rutting susceptible to migration?! References stopping. Soon.

So, here's to me. Just in case the skin around my eyebrow splits and I have to remove my piercing.


Your eyes do not deceive you. That is indeed a Dilbert laminated cartoon on my right. It's the very first thing we posted up on our notice board.

Now, hair please, Ad?

Nourish the TV addict within

Aside to the fella who left Melbourne a kid and will be returning an adult:

Jeez. I hope you're happy 'Miss But-this-is-my-eighteenth'. Ditching us all for some birthday excuse. Well kid, I hope you're happy. Now I'm left to traverse the lonely roads of Melbourne, well, alone. I hope you're laughing it up while eating cheap 'hor fun' in Singapore. You'd better be having lots of cups of Ice Milo! I guess this is a good time to tell you that Veronica Mars is premiering soon in Australia on Channel Ten. Woohooo!!! So, while you're back home slowly downloading it, I'll be watching it. Of course you could be watching Buffy instead in your air-conditioned room. Huh. If I told you you're awesome, can I watch too? I'll even stop referring to you as Chairman. Pfft. Doesn't change the fact that you left and deserted us. Real nice move, man. :P to you too. *Karen gives Charmaine the boot*.

See ya soon, kid. Viva la Costa Rica!

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Can I just say that I'm very obsessed with Veronica Mars right now? It's fantastic. I have actually reached the third stage of my obsession. The first, reading transcripts of the show online. Second, finding relevant articles about it in other websites. And three, finding images related to the show and downloading wallpaper. All after watching one episode. Well, you try living with dial-up and tell me how fast your downloads go. Thank you Channel Ten for picking it up. Now, don't cancel it mid-season like you did for One Tree Hill and Gilmore Girls. *gulp*

Look out random surfers! Nov 28th, Channel Ten. Forget all your other plans.

Wheeeeeeee. I have so much respect for people who create such beautiful works of fan-art. I've been staring at my laptop screen just cause it's so so so so pretty. Gah... Blogger is not letting me put up pics now. I'll do it later. Suffice to say that it's really, really pretty. Come fly to Melbourne and I'll show you larh.

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Coldplay.

Melboune.

3rd July 2006.

Sophia and Karen.

Bank balance currently: $1.41

But it's all good man.

Imagine one of those Visa ads. Wait. I hate those ads. It's brilliant marketing I'll give it that. Promoting a feel good feeling (the priceless bits) that come after spending oodles of cash on other items (Trip to *insert country of choice here*: $5,890, Rolex watch: $2,980, etc.). Well, I guess at the end of the day when suckers who fell for the ad sign on with the credit card company, the CEOs will have shit-eating 'priceless' grins on their faces. Huh.

Kissing the Lipless

"The Shins, yeah? Did you hear that they're coming?"

"No way!!!! When?"

"Next year January."

*please, please, oh dear Karma Police*

"Yeah. They're performing at the Corner Hotel. Tickets are on sale now. I just got mine yesterday from the Corner Hotel Box Office on Swan St."

"Thanks, man!"

"Yeah. They're freaking awesome..."

Karen goes home and check online... *holy cosmic forces, please don't let them come on-*

The Shins 07/01/2006

Rusty blade from Bio lab. Open heart surgery. Have a good stab fest.

Hot hot heat

It's hot. So hot. Oh, so hot. Very, very hot. Cannot breathe. Hot, hot, hot. Scared to wear sunnies cause don't want to have that different shade in skin tone. But then, end up wearing sunnies cause tired of looking like a Japanese looking for a lost earring backing in the dark *think extreme squinting*. So there. And that's just the outside weather. Pray tell, what could be worse than hanging around outside in the hot, hot sun?

Answer: Hanging around McDonald's while the hot, hot sun is shining outside.

It's heat like you won't believe. The kitchen and the fry station is just... you guessed it. Really, really goddamn hot. While I was stocking up on the bottled water, all the managers were huddled in the walk-in freezer taking a reprieve from the heat. Nice. Naturally I went in too. So, so, so nice. (Walk-in-wardrobes are overrated. Walk-in-freezer.. now that's what I'm talking about). If only for a while. Ooo. Another question. What's worse than hanging around McDonald's while the hot, hot sun is shining outside?

Answer: Wearing a polyester cap, shirt and pants while hanging around McDonald's while the hot, hot sun is shining outside.

Polyester. Evil spawn of the clothing industry. It is itchy, uncomfortable, not conducive to sweat and not breathable. I'd like to say I at least look good while wearing it but really. But then again, this one day my sister saw me in the uniform, she laughed for 2 whole minutes. Took a breather. Then laughed out all over again. While Seth Cohen may have made the 'dork look' cool in 2005, this did not extend to checked blue polyester shirts. Oh well. At least it's not red. It'd really 'enhance' my natural colouring during the summer if it were. Gotta stay optimistic.

On related matters, due to the hot, hot weather, cones/sundaes and basically any kind of icecreams have been selling really well. So, if anything I'm getting better at my ice-cream twirling skills. Should I die now, my transcript shall read, "She ruled the cone. But died soon after." Aisehh. I just remembered I want to be cremated. Heck, who says I can't have a tombstone anyhow?

Right. I curiously yahoo-ed Chris Keller's blog (because in this one episode of One Tree Hill, Hayley was visiting it) and surprise, suprise I didn't find it. When I yahoo-ed Tyler Hilton then, I found his myspace page. It's so bizarre. If the fella who claims he is Tyler Hilton is not lying, then Tyler Hilton's a member on myspace.com. Mich, you have myspace, yeah? Go add him and see if he really is.

Banyak panas la kawan-kawanku kat Malaysia, Amerika, Australia dan Canada. Ahahahahha. I feel like such an anglo-fied jakun. There goes 11 years of writing essays in Bahasa Melayu. Oh right. About language.. There was this customer and she spoke really bad english. Very ah-po kinda cantonese aunty. So, cause my co-worker wasn't clear about what she was saying, guess who stepped in to save the day? Why, the Banana did! And the aunty didn't even flinch when I spoke/desecrated Cantonese, so that means I'm cool! Woohoo! Or maybe it was too damn hot and she was too lazy to say anything... Huh.

Can I just say that the fan they provide us with in College Square is god-awful useless? It doesn't cool the room. Neither does it circulate the air. All it's good for is getting the smoke away from the smoke-alarm so that it stops buzzing. Pfft. Ciplak punya kipas. Must be from China. I know, I know. As a Chinese I shouldn't propogate that kind of mentality. But heck, if anyone is gonna make fun of the Chinese culture, it's damn right going to be me.

Hmmm. Here's something mightily disturbing. Someone typed 'ass liking' into MSN search and my blog was one of the entried listed. Holy cow. *Gulp*.

All straight lines circle sometimes

Music roll:

1. Bloc Party- This Modern Love
"Why so damn absent-minded? Why so scared of romance?"

Awesome. If you liked 'Mr Brightside' by The Killers, and judging by the amount or airplay it got on radios and MTV, lots of people loved it, check this song out. I hate that I have to resort to comparison to get the point across (eg if you loved Stephen King, you'll love John Saul. *No contest. King remains king when it comes to psychological/horror/thriller fiction*). My god. I just realized how incredible lame/punny I am. All together now. Far off in the distance you'll hear a collective "groannnn". Anyhow, the song has a electropop kind of feel to it. Nothing 80's-centric. Maybe a little like Postal Service. Lyrics so aptly describes the modern love that exists in courtship this millenium. Gone are the days of heaving bosoms and dashing gentleman. Wait. Good ol' Mills & Boons is still around. Good for any moment of the day.

2. Ryan Adams- When the Stars Go Blue/Wonderwall
"Where do you go when you're lonely, I'll follow you. When the stars go blue"

'When the Stars Go Blue' is simply awesome. You might have heard it in One Tree Hill (the song that Tyler Hilton and Bethany Joy Lenz sang together), but the original is, in a word, sublime. I've been listening to quite a bit of Ryan Adams and his work is usually pretty solid. Good for when you're feeling pensive/thinking about days long past.

"Said maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me, And afterall. You're my wonderwall"

Holy cow. Even if you're a musical purist who insists that covers are the next best thing to spam, you can't help but marvel over the acoustic, low-key cover of the original Oasis song. This song is sorta like the benchmark of all covers. Ryan Adams, infact creates some thing completely distinct and separate from the original. Probably best known from The O.C., good for when you're reminiscing. Or however that's spelled.


3. Architecture in Helsinki- The Owls Go
"Hiding in the basement with a heart sedated, I'll forget you"

This is one of the most bizarre songs I've ever heard. It's so, so, so uncategorizable. Indie? Pop? Alternative? Pffft. I'm lost. Danger: Song has very high potential of getting stuck in your head. It's less annoying than Akon's 'Lonely' for sure. And seeing as to how it's so far removed from the mainstream, it's unlikely that it'll spawn into a consumer's nightmare/company's wet dream (read: ringtones). But it's so damn bizarre that it actually works. Soon you'll find yourself singing along accompanied with head bopping movements. You'll understand when you hear it. Give it a try if you're up for listening to something different. Heck, with broadband, it's like all of what, 50 seconds? Good for when you're happy. Like running-in-a-field-of-daisies happy.

4. The Dandy Warhols- Bohemian Like You
"I'm getting wise and I'm feeling so bohemian like you"

New band that I've been listening alot too. They're playing a free gig at Victoria Market on Wednesday and I've been checking out their stuff to see if they're any good. And from what I've heard so far, they're fairly decent. This song especially. Good for when you're speeding driving down the highway with the windows down at night. Crack it up loud and you're good to go. Another track you might like if you dig them: 'We Used to be Friends'. It's the theme for Veronica Mars too. The things you learn on forums.


5. End of Fashion- O Yeah
"O Yeah! So you wanna talk about it for a while"

Like the above, awesome chill out/singing along song when you and your buddys are coming home from a day out. Just leave it on real high and yell out with all your might. "Oh yeah!!". Aussie band that won Best Video (I think) at the recent ARIAs. Pretty decent stuff.

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Lol. I amuse myself by thinking that anybody really cares about what music I listen to. It's how I get my kicks man.

Anyway, new counter, new tagboard. Don't abuse it. In fact, just use it cukup larh. I really suck at this whole HTML thing. It took me ages just to get the damn thing to look right. Seriously. Me, not a very modern, in-with-the-times woman. Statscounter.com is awesome. They offer you a really detailed analysis of who's visiting your blog, when, how many times, la-di-da. Best feature: The ability to see how people arrive at your site. Eg, key word analysis from search engines. So you'll know to start freaking out when 'kiddie porn' comes up in the report.

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I made the mistake of purchasing Empire yesterday. Damn that glossy cover with interviews about Jennifer Connelly, Peter Jackson and 20 Greatest Directors of All Time! Too many movies I want to watch. Too little time (at least until Nov 10). Not enough money. Gahh! Elizabethtown coming out this week. Can't wait! But must. Assignment, assignment, assignment. Since we're on that topic, I think it would have been awesome to be able to go back this time around. I keep thinking about the car. Me driving it that is. Blasting the aforementioned songs. And shopping- sale! And seeing my most favourite people in the world. Can I tempt you all to take a road trip and come on down here?

And it's quite a strange feeling bearing a grudge now, especially at this age. It's just really funny. You want to chastise yourself for being so damn stubborn, yet you don't want to be the bigger person and say sorry. You alternate between guilt and apathy. I mean, hey. I'm too tired to be pissed off, yet still a little pissed off to admit defeat. Whatever, eh? Must resist adding salt.

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Apparently, there's some other girl working at McD's who looks like me. About 5 people have asked me if I've got a sister or something. Haven't seen her yet but if we look that alike, I'm guessing from behind she resembles and probably smells like a sack of month old potatoes. And month old potatoes don't look too pretty either.

Charolastra 2! If you've watched Y Tu Mama Tambien, it might interest you to know that a sequel might be coming out. Anyhow, Paris J'etaime. Gael, oh Gael. Why doesn't anyone in uni look like you??

Also, apparently Daniel Radcliffe and his family is in Australia? Something about taking a break from the spotlight in Britain. The news articles stated that he was promptly mobbed by a bunch of teens when he passed by a local secondary school. Local girls secondary school. Hee hee hee..

When it rains, mate. It fucking pours.

I'm curious. What possessed the creators of Blogger to insert Webdings as one of their font options? I can't imagine it gets used a lot. Did it somehow seem weird not to have a font option that is unreadable because we're so used to skipping past it in Words? Huh.

Anyhow, because I have known Mei Juin for like *what's eighteen minus seven*.. ah, eleven years now I guess that's why I'm not ignoring this. Not in the mood to be funny though. So skip this if you don't really give two shits about me.

And why is it when I alternate between Georgia and Lucinda Grande, I see no difference? Huh. Blogger's putting up really unnecessary fonts. Or my browser's acting up again.

Ten Years Ago I was:

Eight. Standard 2 Setia in Sek Keb Taman Megah. Awesome stuff man. If I had to relive my primary school years I wouldn't change a thing. Although now that I'm typing it out I realize that I don't like Verdana very much so I'm going to change the font. Better? Boleh larh. Right then. Let me see if I remember... Jo Weng, Sai Ho, Zhin Theng, Eugene, Mei Juin, Anna, Grace. Playing catching whenever we had the chance to. Especially after we finished classes for the day. Cause Standard 1, 2, 3 ended earlier than the 4, 5, 6, and most of us had elder siblings, we had time to run around and play. Huh. I think I once could run. Oooo. I also had the best neighbours while still in Taman Tun. 'Till they moved away we had a ball playing well, football (Sadly the lameness and pun-iness remains regardless of current mood). It's where I learned that you can't be afraid of close contact and just dive in for the tackle. Of course, couple of years later when puberty struck and everything the tackles were less aggresive. I think with boobs come the power to gain the ball from guys.


5 years ago I was:

In Form 2 Kiambang, Sek Men Keb Damansara Utama. Oh my god. Most distinct memory was the basketball finals between the 2 Kiambang girls and the 2 Something girls. Massive bitchiness ensued when Kiambang lost. And I remember feeling really bad. Cause I was friends and got on well with people on the other team so the fact that we loss didn't really affect me that much. Form 2... It's where I first met Ninny too! I, like many others I'm sure, was initially fooled by her seemingly demure appearance, fair skin and soft voice. But it was a real ball sitting next to her. In fact, out of 5 secondary years, 3 were spent with mutual sarcasm, teasing and infinite lameness. Granted 2 out of the 3 was where I lost all interest in attempting to speak Cantonese/Mandarin around her. God.. she'd just burst out laughing just cause she has all these superior speaking skills! Plus, maybe I suck too, that might be a possibility.


1 year ago I was:

Ya see what I mean? Webdings is useless.
Translation: Ya see what I mean? Webdings is useless.

Anyhow, one year ago I was in Trinity, and I meant all these crazy people who I'm fortunate enough to be still close too. Some that over time became accquaintances of course. But the ones that really mattered.. I'm glad to say I still talk to on a regular basis. Also, one year ago I learned how to write a proper essay. No more 'cut and paste' jobs you hand up during Form 5. Now, the very word, plagiarism, strikes fear in my heart. One year ago I was proven wrong on a couple of occasions. 1) That the whole 'friends forever' philosophy is complete and utter bull propogated by idealistic suckers. And 2) That distance should not be a factor if you're ready to commit yourself. You just got to watch out for those fickle minds.


Yesterday I was:

*The font options are so limited.*
Pissing Nick off.
Messing up at work. Thankfully the customers didn't raise a ruckus.
Emailing Addie and Friendster messaged Mei Juin.
Chatting to Aizam from DU as well. Chatted while waiting for tram to arrive.
Talking to a tute mate about bands and I accidentally called him a bitch. He's going to see Foo Fighters in Dec. And he also mentioned how he went to watch Coldplay in action when they went to Singapore ages ago. *bitch... grr*


5 snacks I enjoy:

Cottage Wise chips in Malaysia. The green packet one. They are the Godfather of all chips.
Agar-agar.
Those bloody not-worth-it-but-oh-so-good Pocky chocolate sticks.
Choc Chip Macademia cookies from the Famous Amos. Everything else pales in comparison.
Tau Foo Fah. With Soya Bean milk too. Goddamn Melbourne..


5 Songs I Know All the Words To:

All the songs from Blue's Clues. My brother thinks I'm a nerd but he secretly watches it with me too.
Happy Birthday. You don't?
The theme song from Scrubs. One of the best TV series theme songs ever.
The other being Popular, that dysfunctional teen series that was scrapped.
And the last being the Malcolm In the Middle one. "Life is unfairrr."


5 Things I would Do With A 100 Million Splurges:

Pay the people at Blogger to take out Webdings and add another more applicable font = 250.
Pay off my loan = 5000.
Buy a pool and install it in my house = however much it costs.
Lots of DVD TV series that I want and install a TV by the pool.
Fill the pool with the balance leftover and swim in it. Of course, they're notes. Imagine diving into a sea of one cent coins. I doubt it'll be quite so soft.


5 Bad Habits:

Choosing money everytime people ask one of those, "What do you want.." type questions.
Letting my dirty clothes pile up until all I have left is my jeans with THAT hole in it and a grubby tee.
Using my sisters cotton wipes to wipe the toilet counter. It's her mess damnit!
Buying chicken/onions/veges but never cooking them till they go rotten.
Not defrosting the fridge til the icebox looks scary huge and the fridge door can't close. What follows is an hour holding a blowdryer and a screwdriver to get rid of said ice.


5 Biggest Joys:

Money. Hell yeah.
Not being caught in the rain and instead staying at home and laughing at the suckers stuck outside.
Visiting friends blogs and seeing an update.
Not completely screwing up this semester.
Spending time doing something constructive. Why does Donald Duck wrap a towel around himself after a shower when he doesn't wear any pants?


5 Favourite Toys:

Not the rubics cube. I freaking hate that goddamn cube.
Not Monopoly.. Too darn long and boring.
Freecell and Spider Solitaire.
Ben, Ethan and Seth at home, I guess.
I can't answer this question properly. My mind immediately thinks of other toys best left in one's imagination.


5 Places I Would Run To:

The toilet. When nature calls...
Chairman's room. Close enough. Hann Meng's room... I'm dead by then.
The vending machine down stairs.
My bedroom. It's like all of 4 steps.
Ticketek to buy the Coldplay ticket. If I had money...


5 Things I Would Never Wear:

Micro mini anything.
Those hair baubles/clips the Mainland China/Hong Kong girls wear in their hair.
Those baggy pants from Sungai Wang. The one's with the reflective surfaces.
Orange pants.
Trucker caps. I hate them.


5 Favourite TV Shows:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. No contest.
Scrubs/Malcolm in the Middle. Because they're half hour programs I'm putting them together to count as one.
Gilmore Girls. Popular too while it was still on.
Arrested Development/Grounded for Life/Just Shoot Me/We Can Be Heroes/That Nickelodeon Show with Shia Lebeouf and Christy Carlson Romano. Ah.. Even Stevens! Presssssureee. Too many shows.
Grey's Anatomy. It grew on me.


5 Fictional Characters I Would Date:

Eduardo from the Extreme Ghostbusters cartoon. He was hot stuff.
Daniel Osbourne aka Oz from Buffy. Who cares if he was monosyballic? Seth Green man!
Jess from Gilmore Girls Season 3. He remains the hottest Gilmore Guy so far (in the eps that I've seen).
Spike/Xander from Buffy. Seriously. Who wouldn't?!
Mark from Empire Records. Hee hee hee. Ethan Embry.
Steve from Blue's Clues. He's majorly cute.


5 People I Tag:

Sophers. Cause I wanna know what you were like when you were 9. Were you always this dysfunctional?
Addie. I wanna know the 5 fictional characters you'd date.
Yoong Mei. Because you're on holiday. Consider it homework.
Mich. Because this takes forever to complete. And errr... just do it. I'm sure you'll assure us that there is more to East Malaysia than orangutans and sakais. :)
Chrissy. Cause you haven't updated in forever. And this could be your starting point.
And whoever wants to kill time cause this thing takes forever.


For those that made it to the end, I salute you! I had trouble getting to the end myself. Right.

Next question: How the hell do you do that typing bit with a line through words to make it look like it's crossed out but it's actually still readable? I want to fully abuse that quirk. Sharing is caring, so spill.

Post is peppered with curses.

20 Annoying Things People Do:

1. When you talk about a less popular band, usually indie or emo, and people go, "Oh my god. How do you know them?" Jesus Christ. Yes, you fucking idiot. You're not special. People know about your little band. Kindly rid the earth of your arrogance.

2. Overtly religious people. Hey man… whatever's up your alley. Just don't freak out and pray for my repentance and salvation when I tell you I'm an atheist. It's really not quite the same thing as being an unstable psychopathic misanthropist.

3. People who go, "Oh my god. Didn't you know?" when you tell them something you weren't aware of. More often than not, these people are big fucking idiots who only fall asleep at night after repeatedly assuring themselves that they're cool and digging it. Kill yourself now cause your self-confidence isn't ever going to be any higher. Really.

4. Irresponsible people. Eg, if you're going to do drugs, go for it man. Whatever rocks your boat. Just don't do it if you can't afford it. It's so simple. Don't do the crime if you can't pay and eventually go into debt over time.

5. People who get all prissy when you choose "a billion other wishes" as your third wish. If they're dumb enough not to think of that in the first place, they really shouldn't deserve to live.

6. Assholes who think it's hilarious to speak in perverted Chinese (think 'chingchangchongchung'), usually ang mohs. You're not funny. You've instead proved yourself to be a contender for the title of 'Biggest Fucking Global Idiot'. I don't mangle your language on purpose (English. Cause being idiots on top of assholes, ang mohs usually only know one language). Fuck off and don't mangle mine.

7. Orlando Bloom. What the fuck is all the fuss about? He's only an average actor. And he's not that pretty a pretty boy. What the bleeping hell is so darn great? When Bloomboy overshadows good credible actors like Giovanni Ribisi, you know its time to break out the machetes and bring on ultimate carnage.

8. People who abbreviate cuss words and adjectives. Fugly. Famazing. You guys are fidiots.

9. People who make generalizations. All Chinese people must be nerdy, uncool, and speak in broken English, right? William Hung is just one Chinese dude out of billions. All feminists must be angry, bra-burning lesbians with unshaved pits and legs, right? Get your facts right. No bras were burned. Fuck off, you dumb fuck. Make the world a happier place and just die already.

10. People who think they’re 'random' when they're really just being pain-in-the-asses. Either you've got it or you don't. Sophers, Chairman and Sammy do. Other "Oh my god, that was so random *insert obnoxious giggle*" idiots are just annoying and unfunny. You're not cool. Oh did I hurt your feelings? Good. You can die now.

11. People who can vote but don't, then proceed to piss and moan about how the elected leaders are screwing everything into the ground. These dumb fucks are responsible for putting him there to begin with. Presidential elections to student elections… It’s not about putting the best guy in. Candidates and parties are innately flawed. It's about keeping the worst guy out.

12. People on IMDb who can't argue rationally and are so fucking retarded that they only see their case and can't comprehend a logical critique of a movie. If I give a balanced argument about why Eurotrip sucked ass (The sidekick friend, David Spade look-a-like, failed horrendously at being funny), at least read it before you start raising a ruckus, you freaking idiots.

13. Extreme politically correct people. Get a life. Nudity in teen comedies isn't shocking. South Park is hilarious. Ali G is funny. Booyakasha you dumb fucks.

14. People who put up an edgy front and insist they're all bad-ass when they secretly have a Spice Girls and Britney poster on their bedroom wall. What’s wrong with the truth? I was a fan of Spice Girls when they were around and Backstreet Boys kicks O-Town's and Five's ass any day. Oh my god. I must be such a loser. *Sob*. Let me hide under the covers and waste away while thinking of the 6 billion people in the world who must think me an embarrassment to all human kind. What do you mean my opinions don't register a bleep in the world stage? *Sob sob* I'm not SPECIAL? Yeah. eSPECIALly retarded, you dumb shit.

15. Even worse than the idiots who think they're special by liking obscure bands are fucking idiots who suddenly choose to dislike a band just because they became big. What the fuck kind of reasoning is that?! I plead self-defence in court when charged with your murder. After all, I was provoked.

16. People who call their significant others 'baby'. I’ve had enough of this. You see it on reality TV shows, in films, in real life. There’s no escaping it. Either these people are too damn dumb to come up with original terms of endearment and have to resort to pathetic clichés, or they think they're being cute and affectionate which basically reflects their dumbness too.

17. People who act all shocked when you tell them that you would choose money over happiness. Wake up you ignorant piece of turd. There's a reason why they specifically say 'money, [not happiness] makes the world go round'. It's what you would have chosen if you dropped the self-righteous, holier-than-thou, tight-arsed prick act.

18. People who insist that Angel is better than Buffy. Seeing as to how there would be no Angel had Buffy not existed, that statement bears no weight. They're both spawned from the same Maestro himself: Joss Whedon. The writers have on occasion written for both series. The Angel characters are mere duplicates, and not very good ones at that, of Buffy characters (Wesley = Giles, Fred = Pre-Uber Wiccan Willow). Don't push your insecure, simplistic 'macho' view of the world where the catchcry 'strong male lead: good, strong female lead: bad' rings in the air onto the innocent children of the world, you idiots.

19. People who actually literally say 'lolz' in face-to-face conversation. What the flying fuck is that about?! Firstly, adding and pronouncing the 'z' at the back of 'lol' doesn't make it any less lame, you dumb fuck. It just proves your incredible stupidity and increases your asshole-factor. And do they even realize just how big a fool they look actually spelling out L-O-LZ mid-conversation?! Laugh Out Loud you dumb fuckerZ.

20. People who actually quote that "dance like nobody's watching" quote. Why don't you dance and showcase your own ineptness instead of belittling other people by making them feel superficial for not wanting to look like a complete spastic in public? Everyone saw Napolean Dynamite. That's how the story really ends. With the loser walking away as an even bigger loser.

Sigh. This is the end product of 1 and a half hours that were originally dedicated to creating the best ever screenplay for my Creative Writing folio. Any offense taken... Well. At least it was emotionally involving.

Sophia is funny. And not just weird funny too!

Sophia Foo is one of the funniest people this side of the world. On Wednesday we were both commiserating over the lack of cute guys in Melbourne Uni and adoring His Infinite Cuteness: Ethan Embry and had I need to pee, my jeans... well they wouldn't smell so great afterthat. Anyhow, read her satirical post on Friendster. Good stuff. Crap.. People in the computer lab are staring at me funnily.

Anyhow, for those who care the McJob is coming along well enough. I can basically serve your basic customer who wants a Meal and Dessert. If on the other hand, some tight-arsed prick comes prancing in asking for a garden salad with "no bacon, caesar and chesse, just lettuce, tomato, and chicken" I'll attempt to deal. I'll do the heroic thing and call my supervisor. I know some day I'm gonna have to step up to the plate and in Russell Peter's words, "Be a man", but in the meanwhile I'm comfortable hiding behind my newbie position. Has my life significantly changed since working at the Double Arches? Well, I still vehemently dislike Simple Plan if you're wondering. But there's been a couple of relevations:

1. Polyester is the clothing spawned by Satan himself.
2. Contrary to popular belief, we fry things with vegetable oil here.
3. I absolutely fucking hate it when people with their significant others abuse the "baby" endearment. Every third word is "Oh baby, oh baby". Gah. Just keel over and die already please. Say, "like", like every other normal person, you dumb shits.

Well, the last bit was brought on by not overhearing, but absorbing phone conversations that happen at home. Eeech. I scrubbed hard in the shower but the disgust clung on and bile threatened to overflow.

Oh right. No. 4.

4. When I take out my eyebrow stud, it bleeds right? Well. The crusted leftover blood makes it seem like some jakun, first-day-on-the-job vampire attempted to bite me but missed terribly. Ha-ha! Failure.

Bloody hell

I walked out of the computer lab and I saw two things.

1. That it was raining. Bloody hell. And relatively heavy too, Melbourne standards.

and

2. A lil petite asian chick who was wearing mini-shorts and high heels (I know. I don't get it either) was attempting to walk in the rain with a folder over her head. Hee hee hee. It's funnier than it seems.

What me bitchy? How so?

4 movies in 2 days

1. Night Watch

Holy cow. The movie pretty much lived up to the trailer. High-octane action movie that had a pretty solid story-line to it. Or at least it was thicker than Nicole Richie's waist line. Hmmm. The story goes like this. The opposing forces, the Dark and the Light (Wonder why it's always that. Never the Bald and the Hairy or the Donut and the Bagel. Huh.) have been waging a war since centuries ago. In that first war, the Dark and the Light leader realized that they were evenly matched and had they keep fighting, they would have wiped each other out, so they made a truce. No party is allowed to force a human onto their side. The humans will have to make their own choice. Also, the Dark forces will keep watch during the day time to make sure that no party is abusing the truce and vice versa. To keep the Balance. The Dark forces who patrol in the day are called, Day Watch and the Light, Night Watch. Now see, the are Others as well, who are humans who have been endowed with supernatural powers. Oh no... I'm screwing up the story. Gahhh. My sucki-ness in summarizing things is at work again.

Anyways, the story follows Anton, a Night Watch patroller who plays a crucial role in the Balance. Gahhh. I'll stop ruining it. It's the first part of a trilogy. And the second one is slated for release in 2006. I'm so there. There's a lot of comparisons drawn with The Matrix, Terminator, Star Wars and Constantine cause this story is so well-crafted it's become an epic by it's own. Now that there's no more LOtR or Star Wars to look forward to, this is gonna be a replacement for it. A pretty alright replacement too.

Likes: I think the characters were played quite well. And the whole tone and the mood of the movie was pretty freaking cool. The first part of the story was wrapped up but still leaving tons of intrigue to keep your interest for the subsequent chapters.

Dislikes: The fact that I can't remember the names of the characters. I blame it on my denseness.


2. Pride and Prejudice

I've only read half of the book. And I struggled against sleep to read that half. Austen's not my kind of thing. My kind of thing being staying awake that is. Therefore, not being a purist, I was able to watch the movie and quite enjoy it. (On IMDb, there were a couple of psycho purists nitpicking over Mr Darcy's portrayal. Jeez.) Top notch cinematography created a romantic, lush scenery that well-suited the movie. From what I remember reading though, Mr Bennet wasn't quite so submissive. The actor who played Mr Wickam... Lol. It's like they couldn't get Orlando Bloom and got the next best thing. Hee hee hee. You'll know what I mean when you watch it. Hmmm.. I'm quite a fan of Jena Malone, and I thought she was underutilized. Rosamund Pike has got Bambi eyes. Mr Bingley... so cute. Matthew MacFadyen (Mr Darcy), I'm guessing is gonna be the next big heartthrob.

Likes: The subtlety written for the Darcy/Elizabeth relationship. The fact that there's such controlled contact adds to the 'Awwwww' factor. Will guys hate it? Not if he is able to appreciate relatively witty dialogue.

Dislikes: Mr Bennet. I could have sworn he had a more active relationship with his daughters, especially Elizabeth. But then I might have been so dead bored with the book that I fell asleep and dreamed that.


3. The Wedding Crashers

Blahhhh. Rachel McAdams is quite pretty in a Pretty-but-won't-remember-what-she-looks-like-on-the-street way. And just how tall is Vince Vaughn? He towered over everyone in the movie. EVERYONE. But I realize that he's soooo much better in comedies than dramas. I mean, remember him in the Psycho remake? Exactly. Me neither.

Likes: Will Tippin, the Alias dude. He's such a pretty boy but yeah well. So is Mr Sark. It's such a stereotypical character though. Ahhhhh. What I like. When Owen Wilson is all depressed at home, he's answering machine message is just gold. "Helllllo.. Whatever." And the song at the end credits, The Weakerthans 'Aside'. Good stuff.

Dislikes: Will Ferrell. Can't stand him. Even as an extra. No no no. And some the humour was just random and not funny. Like with the horny mom. Wtf was that about?


4. The Dukes of Hazzard

Bad, bad, bad. The movie sucked ass. And I'm not even going to start on Jessica Simpson's tan. Maybe the series was infinitely better. Who knows? I don't. Gahhh. Bad. I briefly wondered if I should try biting my tongue off (Maddox's 'manly' way to commit suicide) but then I dropped the idea after small pressure was applied. I'm a wuss.

Likes: Seann William Scott and Johnny Knoxville. But even they couldn't save the show.

Dislikes: Everything. I can't start. I don't have enough time.

Hey... 'Boomkat' is pretty good. What kinda name is Kellin anyway? Kellin and Taryn Manning. Huh.

I am not the lowest of the low.... yet.

Three weeks after my interview with McDonald's then I get a reply. To be insulted that I probably wasn't their first choice or to be grateful that I'm finally going to be employed? I'm going with grateful. Extremely grateful, in fact. Urgggggh. I am grateful to a fast-fast company that is responsible for eroding many nation's private and national culture while promoting a cosmopolitan world filled with Happy Meals. I will be a part of the transnational company that is a symbol of massive commercialization and globalization. I will be part of a company whose annual turnover could possibly solve, or at least halve Africa's debt. Sigh.. Still grateful.

Seriously though. You can accuse me of selling out but I guess this is me at my most primal/basic. Fact is, I'll do anything for cash. Anything of course, that doesn't compromise my self-respect. I don't feel the need to justify my actions. In short, I really don't care what people have to say about me, family included, as long as I know that I can look myself in the mirror and smile. Or at least attempt a grimace cause if anyone smiled everytime they look themselves in the mirror, that'd be just really weird.

This is me at my most honest:

I quite like Backstreet Boys.

And I am thrilled at getting the job.

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Rant #1:

Why do people opt to take the easy way out in life? The way I see it, life isn't half as complicated as people make it out to be. All you got to do it make choices. You are responsible for the choices you make. It's so simple. That's why I hate it when people start moaning and bitching about who/what screwed them over. I especially hate it when people start blaming God. It's such an easy road to take. (Keep in mind that an atheist is speaking here, so don't read too much into the God comment). All I'm saying is, it's so much easier to play the blame game then to actually step up and take responsibility. Say for example you don't like your job. You're working way too many hours for a paycheck that isn't barely enough. So quit. Don't piss and moan about how the proprietor of the restaurant is screwing you over. Do the right thing and quit. Get a new job.

It drives me crazy that my sister don't see that. She makes too many excuses, and not enough proactive decisions. See, if she doesn't come whining to me I really couldn't care less. She knows what my stance is. Yet she comes whining and pissing and groaning to every single person standing in her path. Me included. I'm not saying, "Woe is me". I just absolutely can't stand it when she doesn't do anything to create change. GAH. Pressure pushing her over the limit? Start doing assignments/studying earlier. HOW DOES SHE NOT SEE THAT???????? And then when she does make decisions, they're usually the easier ones. She'd rather get herself involved in shoddy underdealings than work a back-breaking job. Gahhhhh.

Maybe I'm spoiled cause all my friends, whether they believe me or not, are so capable. I've been blessed with smart, self-sufficient friends who cope relatively well under pressure (the occasional freakouts aside). I don't know how to deal with my sister. There, I've admitted it. She and I see eye to eye on very little things. And the way she leads her life is yet another one of those things. I have so, so, so much respect for my parents. I think I've been accomodating over the couple of years, but these days I find myself getting riled up where I once would have been complacent.

How can you be 22 and still pull shit like that? Shouldn't you mature instead of de-evolve as you grow older? Shouldn't some semblance of rationality sink in at the age of 21? When does one finally realize the significance of the common good and stop being so goddamn selfish?? At what age do you stop being such a royal screwup? GAH.

I can't be a psychologist. I'd end up bashing my patients to death with the clipboard that I've written their life story in. Hee hee. Black comedy.

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Of the seven mortal sins, which would you be most guilty of? Mine would be pride. It'll be the cause of my downfall. I'd rather go and take out a loan then ask my parents for money.

Thank you Charmie-Charm-Charm, aka Little Miss Psycho Baker, for supplying me with yummy baked goods. You're nuts woman. Seriously. But the good kind. Like hazelnut, almonds and macademia. Not plain ol' peanuts. :) Thank you!!

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Rant #2:

I hate stupid Costa Rica. I hate their Consular General is in Sydney. And that an application for a visa must be made in person at said Consular General in Sydney. Holy shit. I hate that I didn't do this earlier during the break. Yes, yes. My fault for procrastinating. But oh well. Day trip to Sydney... boleh larh. I figure I'll take a flight out and a bus back. I just can't figure out when to go. And it's bugging the hell out of me. When the visa is approved, I'll have to travel there to get it in person too. Sob. Money flying out of pocket.

It has to be on a Thursday though. That's the only day that I didn't list available on my McDonald's application form. So there. Morning flight out. Bus trip back at night. Reach Melbourne Friday morning. So fun.

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I have a question. Can you actually hear other people's stomach growling which in a sorta quiet atmosphere? Cause if you can... alamak. *Sheepish grin*