Dear good readers of my blog,
The office is currently under massive and chaotic renovations. I am currently deprived of a work station and a desk. In fact, i have nowhere to sit or do my work here in the office. I am at the moment crashing at Dear's place because her area is unaffected.
My place will be ready by next Tuesday. Until then, I cant blog. Nabei nabei nabei god dammit! So, i wish you a great weekend and hmm..i'll catch you guys next week.
Why are there no cute contractors???
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Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wah Aide!
It just came to my knowledge (aisey!) that Johor FA is trying to poach Aide Iskandar away from Home United. The local club is said to be demanding $13 000 from the Malaysian club in terms of compensation.
The amount is believed to be equivalent to three months of Aide's current salary.
Waaaaaaaaaaaah.
Footballers earn so much, ah!
What i earn in 3 months is not even HALF of that $13 000. That's it. I'm gonna get my son (own or adopted or found) to play soccer. Heck. I'm gonna get my daughter to play soccer also...or marry a soccer player.
But wait, apparently in the report, Aide was not happy that Home United placed a compensation fee. he thought it would deter the johor side. Tsk tsk tsk...politics.
I find it strange. Why is Johor FA offering around RM20,000 ($9,000) a month excluding bonuses, and includes a house and a car to Aide? with that amount and offer, i think they can get better players from..Australia, New Zealand, Uzbekistan, China. Korea, Thailand, Myanmar, Kazakhstan, ..stan..stan, Russia, etc. Can get younger and fitter players some more. This amazes me. I cant believe the Malaysians want a Singaporean to play in their club.
Come on neighbours.
Save your money.
I am sure there are very very talented players in your country.
Have you checked out Tioman? Pangkor? Sibu?
Great places...
(emailed)
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Where is the moment we needed the most?
PK came up to me and said Terence had bought a new album and it was nice..and he recommended it to her and she recommended it to all. I thought…hmm…what “underground” music these people could be listening? For the uninitiated, most of my MT people listen to damn obscure music like Chinese techno, xinyao, jap, anime themes, opera pop (tell me about it!). So I was quite curious…
PK: Open the publishing folder. The album is inside.
Me: Whose folder?
PK: Terence. If you want, you have to copy. We will delete it later.
Me: Ok..this one?
PK: Yeah. New album.
Me: James Blunt? This is not new!
PK: New! It came out last month.
Me: Right..it cant be last month. His first single has been playing for months. At least 3-4 months already.
PK: It’s very new. I heard it just now..very nice.
Me: Yeah yeah…
I don’t mind James Blunt…but his music sounds like Coldplay and David Gray and Damien Rice combine together.
Come on guys! I know my music okay! Then Richard asked me:
R: Then what do you want? Have you heard of Friend Ferdinand?
M: (choking back on laughter) Fren..what? Franz Ferdinand? I have.
R: You want Blur?
M: I have all the albums.
R: Air Supply?
M: I have.
R: Red Hot Chilli Pepper?
M: (walking away) I have..i have.
Then I asked Terence.
M: Hey, do you have Daniel Powter?
M: Hey, do you have Daniel Powter?
T: Huh?
Heh.They should borrow my stuff.Then everyone will be headbanging to Nirvana.
STOMP!
They were great..deafening..fantastic. The audience were such a great bunch (except the guy next to me who kept making weird throat noises and belched, coughed, yawned, burped, gurgled, anything you could imagine. And he’s a yuppie of late 20s, okay!).
Anyway, I have to thank Rae for inviting me. I cant believe not a single friend she called earlier was interested. “The rest of my friend are not as arty-farty as you, lah!” she said.
Excuse me? Farty, yes..but arty? I celebrate creativity and talent, that’s all. Just because no one celebrates mine doesn’t mean I have to be bitter, right? Anyhow, thank you once again. It really made my sucky Wednesday. I felt relaxed and the fact that I could holler and scream was a great catharsis.
i screamed..i screamed..ice cream.
And oh, the Esplanade Theatre was awesome. C’est magnifique. I felt like I was in an opera house. After last night, I cannot imagine forking out money to watch concert at the crappy indoor stadium. The theatre’s acoustics were splendid. I can imagine La Boheme, West Side Story, Rent, Annie, A Streetcar Named Desire, heck..even Moulin Rouge on that stage. Or a freaking rock concert. What a smash!
La Boheme…I fell in love with it because of Baz Luhrman.
All right enough gushing.
Oh well.
When I reached home, I was again engulfed in sadness. After the euphoria died down, I guess, I was back to reality. I sat down on the toilet bowl and cried and cried and cried. I must have cried for at least 45 minutes. I played scenarios after scenarios in my head, possibilities after possibilities. I can be a great method actor. I got so sad and bawled my eyes out. They became swollen and painful…and I felt a sick sense of satisfaction after that.
Don’t you just love Botero? Fat people cry, too you know.
I smsed Sha..asking if she was online. Drats, I forgot she lost her phone. I smsed Lauren…yeah, the one who’s in China. Lauren always gets to listen to my shit. Thanks for listening. She didn’t reply though.
Anyway…
I just wanted to say thank you to those who were concerned. I really had a freaking bad day yesterday and feeling absolutely down in the dumps. I tried to read Q before I went to bed but my eyes were stinging.
Then this morning I woke up with super puffy swollen eyes. Guess what I did? I unwrapped my new concealer and mascara from Paul & Joe and used them. I got on a roll…so I took the Anna Sui face powder and then the Anna Sui rouge. The eye liner..the eye shadows..the works.
It felt good to look pretty, huh? I intended to hide the puffy eyes and now, I am here in far-out Ubi looking like a hoochie-mama. But if it made me feel slightly better, I'd gladly take it. Let’s say if I were to die in an accident today, I would at least look pretty.
Today will be a better day simply because it’s Thursday. And the fact that I actually wear make up to work today is a reason good enough to be a great day. It’s Friday tomorrow and I may meet Liah for a c-session. Don’t know where to go though..now that Phuture is out.
I think the Romeo & Juliet rings I (and susan and sha) saw at Heeren will definitely cheer me up, haha. I’ve been looking for them for 9 years. $50 though…sigh…steep, I know. I know.
Oh well.I just hope I’ll not have a bad day today.
Why?
This stupid mascara is not waterproof!!
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song
Just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile
And you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down
And you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
So where is the passion
When you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves
And the magic is lost
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song
Just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile
And you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day - Bad Day, Daniel Powter
Apt. Very apt, indeed.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
My Wednesday is saved!
Rae just called and said she had an extra ticket to catch STOMP tonight.
GOD IS KIND!
Amin.
(emailed)
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You know why my work suffer?
it's because i (and my MOE team) care about the pedagogical aspect of my work. true i have to stick to the bloody deadline...but what good does it do to everyone if the content is like shit?
can readers complain to CASE?
(emailed)
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I have officially become the pariah of the MT team. I feel (strangely) good. At least people know that I am not a fucking yes-(wo)man. Yes boss..yes boss. You all can go to hell.
And hell is a damn crowded place…like Ibiza.
Lords Of Dogtown (2005)
Pictures from Sony Pictures.
All the skateboarders (or rather, the actors) are all younger than me. Gee, I feel damn old. Anyway, I like John Robinson’s Stacy Peralta (macam Taylor Hanson..mmmbop!) and I think Emile Hirsch looks like a Leo DiCaprio.
There were many little (and some, nonsensical) cameos in the movie by the real Jay, Stacy and Tony themselves. And the part where Tony Hawk made an appearance was..well..laughable.
Whatever it was, I love the movie. But then again, it could be because I love the soundtrack of the movie, Heath Ledger, the California dreaming bummer lifestyle and the 70s. I love the 70s man. Those were the coolest years ever. If i were in that era, I’d be a guitar swinging hippie (a la Skip Engbloom) with no care in the world…getting smashed at Woodstock, getting high with Jimi Hendrix and eventually die like Janis Joplin.
Fat, short-sighted and she rocked…just like..ahem..me.
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slapping time
I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom is just another word
For nothing left to lose
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom is just another word
For nothing left to lose
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee - Me & Bobby McGee, Janis J.
Am feeling sucky here at work…so I indulged myself in chocolates. Haven’t had chocolates in a week, man. And you have a freaking toothache! Now, I’m kind of high…high on chocolate. It’s a remarkable feeling. Work? Who cares about work when you have chocolates? Chocolates are good enough for me.
Remember Mona…
"Freedom is just another word
For nothing left to lose
Nothing
Don't mean nothing honey
If it ain't free..."
I have everything in the world to lose. But I don’t give a damn. The only thing I care about is the love from my family and friends. And they basically tell me to do what I want. Call me selfish. I just don’t care. So *gives a finger*..up yours, cruel world.
.....
Funny Trivia
Mona was on the bus to Serangoon NEL last night, resting her tired bloody ass on a lucky seat. A woman boarded the bus and she stood beside Mona. Mona turned her head to the right and saw her bulging tummy. “Ah, a pregger,” Mona thought. So she got up and offered her seat to the pregger, who was beginning to move to the back. Then she realised, the pregger was actually a middle aged woman with a fat stomach. Mona was embarrassed so she stood at the door, pretending to be unsure of her route. It was hard to pretend because Mona was actually quite streetsmart.
Then the next morning on her way to work, Mona sat on the bus. She was listening to her MP3s in a comatose state when she turned her head to the right and saw a woman with a bulging tummy. “Ah, I am not going to fall for this again,” Mona thought. Then she continued to sleep happily on the bus.
Looking back, Mona thinks the woman was indeed pregnant.
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I hate this place...
I was all right when i was out for lunch..although i shouldnt have drunk the coke because i am now cringing in stomach pain. (I was cringing in pain last night while watching Lords of Dogtown with Sha and Nani because i drank coke at BK's). I have to keep in mind...NO GASSY COLD DRINKS AND ANYTHING CAFFEINATED.
Anyway..yeah..back to my rambling...
I was all right just now but now, sitting here in the cubicle, i am again engulfed in irrepressable anger, frustration and hopelessness. I dont understand. I look at all these manuscrips with useless words. They all just dont connect with me. I feel so desperate. I took painkillers with super hot water and the pills almost melted!
I feel like Kurt Cobain.
Release me from this pulp hell.
Find my blog. Sack me. Save me. Throw me a life line.
It's better to burn out than to fade away.
(desperately emailed)
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Painkillers...
i am really eyeing those painkillers. there are 18 of them.
dammit. i wont die on 18 painkillers!!!!
(emailed)
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I curse the company and its people.
...
Half of my friends told me I should be a teacher. There was a time when I actually wanted to be one. Then the other half said I shouldn’t. Reason? Instead of teaching the kids, I would be horsing around with them instead…and playing basketball. I don’t like to be stuck in classes. If I were to become a teacher, I’d love to be either a Literature or a PE teacher. Hell yeah..PE Teacher!
...
Just got back from a nabei chee bye motherfucker MT meeting. Everyone was conversing in mandarin and I felt so fucking bored and to the point of being pissed. When the boss asked me for my update, I was agitated, sleepy, bored, uptight and in pain (I have been having a toothache/painful gums for a week). So I gave her my fucking screw up reports (not TOTALLY my fault…but why bother to explain because in SNP, it is all the editor’s fault).
GL said I don’t know how to work. I agree and I almost wanted to scream “I quit!” in her face just now. I held back my tears but knowing what a loser I was, I didn’t think I held it quite well. And now as I am typing this, my aching gum is bleeding. And I have fucking cramps too.
My painkillers are nearby.
Maybe I can just overdose on them and die in my cubicle.
Go away and let me die.
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Half of my friends told me I should be a teacher. There was a time when I actually wanted to be one. Then the other half said I shouldn’t. Reason? Instead of teaching the kids, I would be horsing around with them instead…and playing basketball. I don’t like to be stuck in classes. If I were to become a teacher, I’d love to be either a Literature or a PE teacher. Hell yeah..PE Teacher!
...
Just got back from a nabei chee bye motherfucker MT meeting. Everyone was conversing in mandarin and I felt so fucking bored and to the point of being pissed. When the boss asked me for my update, I was agitated, sleepy, bored, uptight and in pain (I have been having a toothache/painful gums for a week). So I gave her my fucking screw up reports (not TOTALLY my fault…but why bother to explain because in SNP, it is all the editor’s fault).
GL said I don’t know how to work. I agree and I almost wanted to scream “I quit!” in her face just now. I held back my tears but knowing what a loser I was, I didn’t think I held it quite well. And now as I am typing this, my aching gum is bleeding. And I have fucking cramps too.
My painkillers are nearby.
Maybe I can just overdose on them and die in my cubicle.
Go away and let me die.
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Packing up MT Dept
it's past office hour and the MT people are still here...packing.
There will be renovation work tmrw starting at our area.
Good thing (or is it..bad thing?) is that...we are not moving up. but packing up and clearing the major pulpy rubbish is a fucking tiring thing.
i want to go off lah, oi!!!!
(emailed)
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Am I busy?
Just reached office at 1430hr just now. Now, an hour later, i am preparing my instant noodle lunch. I am editing my Higher Malay book and my Express/NA book just arrived this morning after a freaking 2-week process (!@#$$).
When I was free...i had absofuckinglutely nothing to do. When something comes along, it apparently brings another million stuff with it. Next week, my Special project crap is coming in.
Peachy.
Have an advanced Happy Children's Day.
(emailed)
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Monday, September 26, 2005
O Dogtown, My Dogtown
Sickening...the movie has very very limited running.
But catch it i will.
(emailed)
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Keroncong perut kita
Benarkah tiada bagiku
Ruang di hatimu untukku bertapak
Walaupun sejengkal jari
Agar dapat ku berdiri
Di ambang pintumu
Kemana
Hilangnya keroncong
Oh cinta yang kita
Nyanyikan bersama
Ataupun
Aku yang bersalah
Hanya menepuk tangan
Sebelah saja
Tiada ku sangka akhirnya
Kau tutup semua
Pintu cinta untukku
Hinggaku
Termanggu tiada
Arah nak ku tuju
Membawa hatiku - Keroncong Untuk Ana, M.Nasir
Sheesh…I purposely deleted the part where he yearningly called out her name. Wouldn’t want a guy screaming another girl’s name on my blog. Actually, it makes me feel like I am singing a song to nani’s sister. Mentioning that, I suddenly remember an incident at the gym when an Indonesian air stewardess passed me her number. She claimed to be flying with the national airlines. She seems to be in her mid 20s…a bit mature-looking for my liking lah. Hahahahahaha.
“Hi, you look very sporty! I like your Havaianas.”
Urgh…whatever.
I am waiting for my lunch. It’s 1530hrs and Dear, CY and Flo are not back still. My stomach is beginning to hurt. But before I take the painkillers, I need to eat something.
If I were to go hospital, I will be in there for a week, man. And I will be poked. I wouldn’t get to fast. I wouldn’t get to..get to..get to watch cable.
My priorities are screwed up.
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it - Sugar, We’re Going Down, Fall Out Boy
Oh.
Just in case you miss us
Here’s us.
And no…I wasn’t wearing make up. I went for NPCC training for fuck’s sake.
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Ruang di hatimu untukku bertapak
Walaupun sejengkal jari
Agar dapat ku berdiri
Di ambang pintumu
Kemana
Hilangnya keroncong
Oh cinta yang kita
Nyanyikan bersama
Ataupun
Aku yang bersalah
Hanya menepuk tangan
Sebelah saja
Tiada ku sangka akhirnya
Kau tutup semua
Pintu cinta untukku
Hinggaku
Termanggu tiada
Arah nak ku tuju
Membawa hatiku - Keroncong Untuk Ana, M.Nasir
Sheesh…I purposely deleted the part where he yearningly called out her name. Wouldn’t want a guy screaming another girl’s name on my blog. Actually, it makes me feel like I am singing a song to nani’s sister. Mentioning that, I suddenly remember an incident at the gym when an Indonesian air stewardess passed me her number. She claimed to be flying with the national airlines. She seems to be in her mid 20s…a bit mature-looking for my liking lah. Hahahahahaha.
“Hi, you look very sporty! I like your Havaianas.”
Urgh…whatever.
I am waiting for my lunch. It’s 1530hrs and Dear, CY and Flo are not back still. My stomach is beginning to hurt. But before I take the painkillers, I need to eat something.
If I were to go hospital, I will be in there for a week, man. And I will be poked. I wouldn’t get to fast. I wouldn’t get to..get to..get to watch cable.
My priorities are screwed up.
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it - Sugar, We’re Going Down, Fall Out Boy
Oh.
Just in case you miss us
Here’s us.
And no…I wasn’t wearing make up. I went for NPCC training for fuck’s sake.
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Sad case of womb...
I saw Bets at the bus stop on my way to work. We were kind of late (the usual Paya Lebar road crap…the route was changed this morning again) so we walked briskly. I consider myself a fairly-fast walker…but, Bets is a walker on steroids (erm..because she’s taller and has longer legs). So it was a struggle keeping up with her in my heels and I did fall back eventually. But she slowed down her pace to match mine which I felt quite bad for because I know she doesn’t like people who walk slow. Actually I shouldn’t feel bad. Anyway, to cut the story short, I was practically jogging and by the time I reached office, the insole was damaged and the label was partially torn off. Nabei.
…and now I am putting glue on my shoe…
Touch. You are most connected to your sense of
touch. You are a very kind person that has
great plans for your future. You have many
dreams and ambitions that you are going to make
sure happen. You also care alot about people.
You want them and yourself to be happy, but
life is full of ups and downs. So, it will be
really hard to stay happy ALL the time. But you
don't give up.
Reality scares you, but then again, how does it
not? Sometimes you care about what others
think of you, which isn't a good thing because
others will bring you downwith their criticism
and hatred of you. Look past all of that and just
follow your heart.
~Which of the 5 senses are you most connected to?~ (with... you guessed it! Anime pics.)
brought to you by Quizilla
For the love of God, I am down again.
Last Friday, Dear, CY and I had a nice lil dinner at Fisherman’s Wharf(ves?) down at Clarke Quay. It serves cheap and nice fish and chips (a la Cicerrello’s!) and oysters and other sea thingy. Then at 2100hrs, we went singing…
…which was rioutous. Will post the pictures of us kissing one another while singing soon. Hahaha.
Hehe.
Got back around 1-ish. Couldn’t remember what I did..but I know I slept at 3plus and was awake by 0600hrs. Then in the afternoon, met susan in town. Went to Anna Sui (susan got her ring gloss) but I didn’t get eye liner…because the black one has run out of stock (how can, right???) and the service sucks. We both went to the French Paul and Joe . Susan bought (of all things) paper blotters and hand cream, I bought mascara and a concealer stick. We both got moisturizer and toner together with a Paul & Joe case when we signed up as member. I got a sweet blue umbrella also.
They have pretty lipsticks too…and eye shadow..and compact powder…lip gloss..
I’m in love with them. And it helps that their counter staff are friendlier than those at Anna Sui’s.
Nani and Sha joined us later and then we went for dinner at Far East Plaza. By evening I was very very tired. Took a cab home because it was close to 2200hr…only to catch the loss of Man U. Seriously, I think I should adopt Wigan. They had an impressive win, okay!
Photo byBarryCoombs/Empics
Craig Bellamy attempts to out-pace Rio Ferdinand
Man..I am really a “gol-dan-gincu” kind of person.
By the way…HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KHAIRUDIN & IZWANDY!!
Sunday got up to a rude shock…TV3 didn’t have a repeat telecast of the fooking Malaysian Idol. The mother said Daniel won. HOW CAN???? His English diction was soo bad. However, he sounded nice singing Malay songs, though. Still, how on the freaking earth could he beat Nita? Aiyah…the whole of the Chinese population was probably behind him. Anyway, I decided to catch Anugerah…and see local mats instead.
The 4 finalists...
Let me remember…Fauzi, Khairil, Khairul, Syed Amir.
Before you shout they all smell of “Taufik Batisah” (whom I saw last Saturday, by the way), let me say this: All Malay guys are Taufik Batisah…and Taufik Batisah is all Malay guys (huh??).
Crap crap.
Met Clara at 1630hr in town….again. I got a watch (finally) because I am tired of wearing the same Nike watch 20 hours everyday. Actually I have another Adidas watch given by the girls for my 22nd birthday (or is it 23rd) but it’s green. Went to Isetan because Adidas watches were on sale…and bought the white version of this
Sha has them in red and green. I wanted to get the blue initially…but white gives me the retro kid feeling… Received some "flak" for buying white, though.
The ClimaCool the gurlies bought for me…but in olive green.
Anyway…
Clara scouted for accessories and I followed her around because I didn’t have anymore intention on spending anything. I bought two more tops for office but they were less than $50 lah. I didn’t have anything left to buy and plus, I gave the household more $ this month…so, I guess, shopping wise, I am done. In fact, I am done for anything, now.
We parked ourselves at Yakun for “dinner”. Then I told her my “health state” and she was shocked…and she managed to share her scare with me.
Me: Clara…my womb is doomed. I cannot have a child!
CL: Can adopt..like me!
Me: But..but..You want to carry my child?
On hindsight, I think that’s twisted.
I don’t know lah.
I’m afraid that the doctor will say that I am left with a year to conceive.
If that’s the case, I’ll just shave my head and live a reclusive life.
I still have 2 more days of “hutang” fast.
Auntie Clara said i cannot eat ice cream, drink any cold stuff, take pineapple, drink caffeinated stuff (including tea)....just kill me lah.
Sad is my life.
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…and now I am putting glue on my shoe…
Touch. You are most connected to your sense of
touch. You are a very kind person that has
great plans for your future. You have many
dreams and ambitions that you are going to make
sure happen. You also care alot about people.
You want them and yourself to be happy, but
life is full of ups and downs. So, it will be
really hard to stay happy ALL the time. But you
don't give up.
Reality scares you, but then again, how does it
not? Sometimes you care about what others
think of you, which isn't a good thing because
others will bring you downwith their criticism
and hatred of you. Look past all of that and just
follow your heart.
~Which of the 5 senses are you most connected to?~ (with... you guessed it! Anime pics.)
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For the love of God, I am down again.
Last Friday, Dear, CY and I had a nice lil dinner at Fisherman’s Wharf(ves?) down at Clarke Quay. It serves cheap and nice fish and chips (a la Cicerrello’s!) and oysters and other sea thingy. Then at 2100hrs, we went singing…
…which was rioutous. Will post the pictures of us kissing one another while singing soon. Hahaha.
Hehe.
Got back around 1-ish. Couldn’t remember what I did..but I know I slept at 3plus and was awake by 0600hrs. Then in the afternoon, met susan in town. Went to Anna Sui (susan got her ring gloss) but I didn’t get eye liner…because the black one has run out of stock (how can, right???) and the service sucks. We both went to the French Paul and Joe . Susan bought (of all things) paper blotters and hand cream, I bought mascara and a concealer stick. We both got moisturizer and toner together with a Paul & Joe case when we signed up as member. I got a sweet blue umbrella also.
They have pretty lipsticks too…and eye shadow..and compact powder…lip gloss..
I’m in love with them. And it helps that their counter staff are friendlier than those at Anna Sui’s.
Nani and Sha joined us later and then we went for dinner at Far East Plaza. By evening I was very very tired. Took a cab home because it was close to 2200hr…only to catch the loss of Man U. Seriously, I think I should adopt Wigan. They had an impressive win, okay!
Photo byBarryCoombs/EmpicsCraig Bellamy attempts to out-pace Rio Ferdinand
Man..I am really a “gol-dan-gincu” kind of person.
By the way…HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KHAIRUDIN & IZWANDY!!
Sunday got up to a rude shock…TV3 didn’t have a repeat telecast of the fooking Malaysian Idol. The mother said Daniel won. HOW CAN???? His English diction was soo bad. However, he sounded nice singing Malay songs, though. Still, how on the freaking earth could he beat Nita? Aiyah…the whole of the Chinese population was probably behind him. Anyway, I decided to catch Anugerah…and see local mats instead.
The 4 finalists...
Let me remember…Fauzi, Khairil, Khairul, Syed Amir.
Before you shout they all smell of “Taufik Batisah” (whom I saw last Saturday, by the way), let me say this: All Malay guys are Taufik Batisah…and Taufik Batisah is all Malay guys (huh??).
Crap crap.
Met Clara at 1630hr in town….again. I got a watch (finally) because I am tired of wearing the same Nike watch 20 hours everyday. Actually I have another Adidas watch given by the girls for my 22nd birthday (or is it 23rd) but it’s green. Went to Isetan because Adidas watches were on sale…and bought the white version of this
Sha has them in red and green. I wanted to get the blue initially…but white gives me the retro kid feeling… Received some "flak" for buying white, though. The ClimaCool the gurlies bought for me…but in olive green.Anyway…
Clara scouted for accessories and I followed her around because I didn’t have anymore intention on spending anything. I bought two more tops for office but they were less than $50 lah. I didn’t have anything left to buy and plus, I gave the household more $ this month…so, I guess, shopping wise, I am done. In fact, I am done for anything, now.
We parked ourselves at Yakun for “dinner”. Then I told her my “health state” and she was shocked…and she managed to share her scare with me.
Me: Clara…my womb is doomed. I cannot have a child!
CL: Can adopt..like me!
Me: But..but..You want to carry my child?
On hindsight, I think that’s twisted.
I don’t know lah.
I’m afraid that the doctor will say that I am left with a year to conceive.
If that’s the case, I’ll just shave my head and live a reclusive life.
I still have 2 more days of “hutang” fast.
Auntie Clara said i cannot eat ice cream, drink any cold stuff, take pineapple, drink caffeinated stuff (including tea)....just kill me lah.
Sad is my life.
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Friday, September 23, 2005
Oh it's like that huh
Ohhhh it's like that.
I see.
Think we all dont know.
Somebody does...and soon i'll know.
And because of that
By next week
You wont know either.
I love this.
Have a great weekend, people.
By Monday, i'll know.
(emailed)
###
Shooting my mouth...and foot.
I'm getting myself in trouble.
The mafia's daughter is reading this.
(emailed)
###
Tale of Two Cities
The mother-of-all-con sabotaged the MT team. Not only is she an insecure biatch...she is also a bitter witch who seems to get the mafia's approval. Just because no one talks to her...
...and if i know of any NMT editors who have a part in this, trust me, i will make life freaking hell for you.
A fucking tale of two cities...the uptown and the suburb. Why dont you reassess yourself before sabotaging us? If you cant control your people, then it's your problem, isnt it? What's that got to do with the merry people of MT?
We may seem like a happy-go-lucky-the-world-is-gay people but our books ALWAYS come out. Strange....how did the books come out when the MT people are always slacking??
Eh wake up lah old woman! You're just fucking jealous and incompetent.
(emailed)
###
Premature Happiness
i was happy at the prospect of a great weekend.
That was then.
Now i have a freaking headache ... no thanks to editing Malay textbooks.
,,,when will i find a sack of pulpy yusof ishaks?
(emailed)
###
Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight
I throw myself into
And out of the red out of her head she sang
Come down and waste away with me
Down with me
Slow, how you wanted it to be
Over my head,
Out of my head she sang
And I wonder
when I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop
When I say when
Breathe out
So I can breathe you in
Hold you in
And now
I know you've always been
Out of your head out of my head I sang - Everlong, Foo Fighters.
Hah.
It’s not going to happen, man. Not again. I’ve known better now. You think it will be so easy? Not anymore man. I’m Super Mona now…so try harder.
Brrr…it’s cold.
Did I tell you? Perry was asked to leave on Wednesday when his last day is next Friday. He was only told on that morning and none of us knew too. No wonder no one was in the office during lunchtime. They were having the “last meal” with him!
It was fucking sad, okay. He’s been here for only a year.Omigosh, did I say only? He uprooted from Hong Kong to come here…only to be told that, due to a personal indifference with the boss/mafia/yakuza/don, he had to go as his contract wasn’t renewed. Let me say this…Perry is one of the most hardworking dude in SNP. He’s way better than the smelly ME who only knows how to move books from one place to another. My stupid ME (it’s Managing Editor, btw) is more like an office clerk, lah chee bye.
It’s not fair and it’s cruel. But, fuck, that’s how the world works.
I got home damn tired last night. Strange…because I got home at only 0815hr. I broke my fast proper, caught the news…watched the Villa Wellness (ouch!) crap on telly and read papers…all waiting for LOST to start. Then when LOST started…I fell asleep, woke up in-between bits and finally called it a night at 2300hr. Early, right?
Didn’t manage to edit my work..thought I could do it this morning, before going MOE. Didn’t do, lah….
Lao Lee is bugging me for the article. You see…some people don’t get it. If I help you once, it doesn’t mean I will help you forever. Do you know what I do for life? I am a deadline bound editor/writer/whatever…and here you are giving me the same shit. PUI…I don’t want to do lah…you ask me to write about the achievements..WHAT achievefuckingments? You didn’t provide me with the details even after I asked you numerous times for it. You expect me to interview the kids one by one and find out what they have achieved, is it??
Kiss my ass, pancake!
I’ve got an email flyer from ChinaBlack…I replied them saying there was a spelling error in their e-poster. Hah..sucker. Fucking job hazard, lah!
Tee hee.
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here - Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd
Tmrw, gonna drag my ass to NPCC training in the morning…and in the afternoon, meeting 3 girl moonies – sha, nani, susan – for some shopping and laughs. Got to be in front of the telly by 10…Man U versus Blackburn, boy. Sunday…maybe I’ll attend the gala movie premiere (work work work) and then meet clara…
But first, tonight, I am going for some post-office activities of dining and singing with dear and cy. We are going to scream our crap away.
Hmmm..
My weekend sounds good.
###
I've waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight
I throw myself into
And out of the red out of her head she sang
Come down and waste away with me
Down with me
Slow, how you wanted it to be
Over my head,
Out of my head she sang
And I wonder
when I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop
When I say when
Breathe out
So I can breathe you in
Hold you in
And now
I know you've always been
Out of your head out of my head I sang - Everlong, Foo Fighters.
Hah.
It’s not going to happen, man. Not again. I’ve known better now. You think it will be so easy? Not anymore man. I’m Super Mona now…so try harder.
Brrr…it’s cold.
Did I tell you? Perry was asked to leave on Wednesday when his last day is next Friday. He was only told on that morning and none of us knew too. No wonder no one was in the office during lunchtime. They were having the “last meal” with him!
It was fucking sad, okay. He’s been here for only a year.Omigosh, did I say only? He uprooted from Hong Kong to come here…only to be told that, due to a personal indifference with the boss/mafia/yakuza/don, he had to go as his contract wasn’t renewed. Let me say this…Perry is one of the most hardworking dude in SNP. He’s way better than the smelly ME who only knows how to move books from one place to another. My stupid ME (it’s Managing Editor, btw) is more like an office clerk, lah chee bye.
It’s not fair and it’s cruel. But, fuck, that’s how the world works.
I got home damn tired last night. Strange…because I got home at only 0815hr. I broke my fast proper, caught the news…watched the Villa Wellness (ouch!) crap on telly and read papers…all waiting for LOST to start. Then when LOST started…I fell asleep, woke up in-between bits and finally called it a night at 2300hr. Early, right?
Didn’t manage to edit my work..thought I could do it this morning, before going MOE. Didn’t do, lah….
Lao Lee is bugging me for the article. You see…some people don’t get it. If I help you once, it doesn’t mean I will help you forever. Do you know what I do for life? I am a deadline bound editor/writer/whatever…and here you are giving me the same shit. PUI…I don’t want to do lah…you ask me to write about the achievements..WHAT achievefuckingments? You didn’t provide me with the details even after I asked you numerous times for it. You expect me to interview the kids one by one and find out what they have achieved, is it??
Kiss my ass, pancake!
I’ve got an email flyer from ChinaBlack…I replied them saying there was a spelling error in their e-poster. Hah..sucker. Fucking job hazard, lah!
Tee hee.
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here - Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd
Tmrw, gonna drag my ass to NPCC training in the morning…and in the afternoon, meeting 3 girl moonies – sha, nani, susan – for some shopping and laughs. Got to be in front of the telly by 10…Man U versus Blackburn, boy. Sunday…maybe I’ll attend the gala movie premiere (work work work) and then meet clara…
But first, tonight, I am going for some post-office activities of dining and singing with dear and cy. We are going to scream our crap away.
Hmmm..
My weekend sounds good.
###
Thursday, September 22, 2005
A man's got a limit...
I do my work fast. However, in this company, if you finish your work fast, you’ll get more job because it’s not your prerogative to be free. Hence, I’ve perfected the art of stalling, procrastinating and avoiding.
But when I have nothing to do…that means I have nothing to do, lah!
And with that, I accepted the Higher Malay project, which was is already in the midst, from Liping. Apparently, the Chinese team had been “surprised” by the boss with more than 100 pre-school titles. Only 3 editors were in charged of those titles. BUT, completing 100 over friggin titles in less than 2 months is a feat! Therefore, Liping, a Chinese editor doing malay editing and she doesn’t understand a hoot of what she’s editing, has been called to help up. She had to surrender her malay stuff to me.
Interesting, huh? In 2 weeks time, my new Special stream project will come in. Heh, tak boleh tengok orang senang!
I sold my soul for the second time
'Cos the man don't pay me
I begged my landlord for some more time
He said "Son, the bill's waiting."
My best friend called me the other night
Hhe said, "Man, are you crazy?"
My girlfriend told me to get a life
She said, "Boy, you lazy."
But I don't mind
As long as there's a bed
Beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fine
If you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
I lost my faith in the summertime
'Cos it don't stop raining
The sky all day is black as night
But I know I can't blame me
I begged my doctor for one more line
He said "Son, words fail me!"
There ain't no place to be killing time
I guess I'm just lazy
I don't mind
As long as there's a bed
Beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fine
If you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it - The Importance Of Being Idle, Oasis
See? How can I don’t like this? It’s like the bummer’s (i.e. ME) anthem, man.
I cant get a life if my heart’s not in it!
Oasis and Rhys Ifans
Bah!
I feel like eating pizza.
I feel like Billy Bomber’s chocolate milkshake.
I feel like fries.
I feel like prata cheese.
I feel like bloody steak.
I feel like spaghetti aglio olio top with mussels.
By the way…the new designer (whose last day is next Monday, by the way) reeks of cigarette smoke. It is so bad…it kills my hunger. Him standing so close doesn’t help. I want to just suffocate and die. I purposely coughed like crazy beside him just now.
Thank God I don’t need to work with him anymore.
###
BUMMERS that what we are!
I slept early (0200hr is early) hoping that I could wake up at 0500hr to eat before my fast. I slept through the din made by alarm clocks and the next thing I knew, it was 0730hr. But, this time, I have no reason not to fast. My pills have finished so there’s no “medication” excuse.
The pills.
Don’t get me started on those hormone pills…evil shit.
Liah: You’re taking hormone pills??!!
Mona: Yeah, sadly.
Liah: For what? You want to become a man?
Mona: What..?
Liah: Actually, it’s good if you become a man.
Mona: What..?
Liah: Quick, become a man!
My good friend, ladies and gentlemen.
Yeah. I’m a frigging eunuch.
...
Last night with the Moonies was fun. Though the food was not really…satisfactory (don’t go Lao Pa Sat and eat sting ray from the Malay stalls!!!), I guess it’s the company that mattered. Hope Susan and Sha love the presents…freaking pretty things.
I want this phone…but sadly, it has sold out.
Anyway…
I have a project for the Moonies. I shall call it…PROJECKT MOONY. Very creative name, okay! I am in the process of fine tuning it..no..starting it and will reveal it soon. The project must be done by year end. It’s nothing strenuous or requiring a lot of strength. It’s simple. Will update about that soon…once I’ve started.
Last night on the train…
Mona: Yeah..mass comm line sucks.
Ting: I have to psycho my brother into taking accountancy.
Mona: My sister wants to do art…
Jay: My sister is the poly or the ITE kind…It’s The End
Ting: Mass comm….we are jack of all trades, master of none.
Mona: True…true..
Sad, right?
We spent 3 years in poly smoking our way through. I wonder how I survived those mindless marketing, PR lessons. Not that I can remember anything. I can remember SWOT though. The thing is, others can do our jobs without having our “qualifications” but we cant do theirs.
Jay and I love radio…but we cant have a breakthrough. Actually, I did but it was on a oh-so-tiny scale.We all cant be the next Eric Khoo, the next Brian Richmond, Diana Ser, Paik Choo. Then what does that leave us? A tape feeder, programmer, assistant producer, unrecognised writers all our lives? I hope not.
Mass comm people had a “Doomed” sign on their foreheads. Okay, not everyone, but most of us anyway. Why did we get into this line instead of business, science, etc? The people that got into mass comm are all smart kids. Your results must be creditable, your English must be impressive, you have to survive a general knowledge test and an interview with the industry people. But what happened when they come out after 3 years?
They become pseudo-elitist louts, drunkards, hardcore clubbers, junkie, tortured, battered creative individuals with warped ideals to save the world.
We have nothing but one thing - passion. It frustrates most of us because in mass comm, passion means nothing.
Think TV is so cool? Try lugging the equipment around, take pricey cab rides, location location location, lighting, director’s tantrum, artistes’ tantrum…and oh, the money’s nothing in the TV world.
Radio? Try handling the record people, agents, unreasonable listeners, station manager’s tantrum, restrictions, regulations, putting up mindless banter because we have to…
I can go on and on about other media…but I am hungry and I don’t want to get myself worked up. Hahaha..right.
But but but…take aside all this negativity,
Mass comm guys are fighters who will fight swearing. We will fight and do whatever it takes for us to attain our nirvana – to bum in a high-fashion and rock n roll style. Those agree with me..say “Aye.”
"Aye!"
There is a bond ..even if you are a minah, mat, ah beng, ah lian, tangechi, ABC, BBC, CCB, if you’re a mass comm person, hey, we have something in common. One person, we are nothing. But as a group…man, we are #$%$^%#^ invincible, boy.
To quote a fellow Mass Comm mate:
Seize the day…
Then Zouk at night!
Contradictions in this entry…but hey, I’m a mass commie. I don’t give a damn.
I
I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins
Like dolphins can swim
Though nothing
Will keep us together
We can beat them
For ever and ever
Oh we can be heroes
Just for one day
I
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be us
Just for one day
I
I can remember
Standing
By the wall
And the guns
Shot above our heads
And we kissed
As though nothing could fall
And the shame
Was on the other side
Oh we can beat them
For ever and ever
Then we can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
Just for one day - Heroes, David Bowie / The Wallflowers / Oasis
Cartoon heroes…that’s what we are.
Long live Mass Commies.
The pills.
Don’t get me started on those hormone pills…evil shit.
Liah: You’re taking hormone pills??!!
Mona: Yeah, sadly.
Liah: For what? You want to become a man?
Mona: What..?
Liah: Actually, it’s good if you become a man.
Mona: What..?
Liah: Quick, become a man!
My good friend, ladies and gentlemen.
| You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish |
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
Yeah. I’m a frigging eunuch.
...
Last night with the Moonies was fun. Though the food was not really…satisfactory (don’t go Lao Pa Sat and eat sting ray from the Malay stalls!!!), I guess it’s the company that mattered. Hope Susan and Sha love the presents…freaking pretty things.
I want this phone…but sadly, it has sold out.
Anyway…
I have a project for the Moonies. I shall call it…PROJECKT MOONY. Very creative name, okay! I am in the process of fine tuning it..no..starting it and will reveal it soon. The project must be done by year end. It’s nothing strenuous or requiring a lot of strength. It’s simple. Will update about that soon…once I’ve started.
Last night on the train…
Mona: Yeah..mass comm line sucks.
Ting: I have to psycho my brother into taking accountancy.
Mona: My sister wants to do art…
Jay: My sister is the poly or the ITE kind…It’s The End
Ting: Mass comm….we are jack of all trades, master of none.
Mona: True…true..
Sad, right?
We spent 3 years in poly smoking our way through. I wonder how I survived those mindless marketing, PR lessons. Not that I can remember anything. I can remember SWOT though. The thing is, others can do our jobs without having our “qualifications” but we cant do theirs.
Jay and I love radio…but we cant have a breakthrough. Actually, I did but it was on a oh-so-tiny scale.We all cant be the next Eric Khoo, the next Brian Richmond, Diana Ser, Paik Choo. Then what does that leave us? A tape feeder, programmer, assistant producer, unrecognised writers all our lives? I hope not.
Mass comm people had a “Doomed” sign on their foreheads. Okay, not everyone, but most of us anyway. Why did we get into this line instead of business, science, etc? The people that got into mass comm are all smart kids. Your results must be creditable, your English must be impressive, you have to survive a general knowledge test and an interview with the industry people. But what happened when they come out after 3 years?
They become pseudo-elitist louts, drunkards, hardcore clubbers, junkie, tortured, battered creative individuals with warped ideals to save the world.
We have nothing but one thing - passion. It frustrates most of us because in mass comm, passion means nothing.
Think TV is so cool? Try lugging the equipment around, take pricey cab rides, location location location, lighting, director’s tantrum, artistes’ tantrum…and oh, the money’s nothing in the TV world.
Radio? Try handling the record people, agents, unreasonable listeners, station manager’s tantrum, restrictions, regulations, putting up mindless banter because we have to…
I can go on and on about other media…but I am hungry and I don’t want to get myself worked up. Hahaha..right.
But but but…take aside all this negativity,
Mass comm guys are fighters who will fight swearing. We will fight and do whatever it takes for us to attain our nirvana – to bum in a high-fashion and rock n roll style. Those agree with me..say “Aye.”
"Aye!"
There is a bond ..even if you are a minah, mat, ah beng, ah lian, tangechi, ABC, BBC, CCB, if you’re a mass comm person, hey, we have something in common. One person, we are nothing. But as a group…man, we are #$%$^%#^ invincible, boy.
To quote a fellow Mass Comm mate:
Seize the day…
Then Zouk at night!
Contradictions in this entry…but hey, I’m a mass commie. I don’t give a damn.
I
I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins
Like dolphins can swim
Though nothing
Will keep us together
We can beat them
For ever and ever
Oh we can be heroes
Just for one day
I
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be us
Just for one day
I
I can remember
Standing
By the wall
And the guns
Shot above our heads
And we kissed
As though nothing could fall
And the shame
Was on the other side
Oh we can beat them
For ever and ever
Then we can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
Just for one day - Heroes, David Bowie / The Wallflowers / Oasis
Cartoon heroes…that’s what we are.
Long live Mass Commies.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tired, man, tired...
My back hurts again. i think...it is REALLY high time i get a new mattress. The current one is soooo thin i can feel the bed frame on my back every night.
I think i have to stop rowing at the gym for a while. i think i overdid it last night.
awwww......
2 hrs 10 mins more...
(emailed)
###
I should be working for Rolling Stones magazine!!!
THE magazine, man...
Anyway...
smile is a frown upside down... says:
Ohaiyo gal something come up and some of my friend will not be able to make it for this Sun walk... U still on or we postpone it to later this year?
Haiyah…Sungei Buloh hike is cancelled. Dammit.
But wait..there’s a silver lining.
That means, I can catch the repeat of Malaysian Idol finale on Sunday morning instead of rushing home on Friday. Right!
Yeah yeah.
JD Fortune has officially become the frontman of INXS…a band consisting of old Aussie fogeys who think they can relive their musical glory. JD is the perfect candidate for them because…well, he has the Hutchence style and voice. And frankly, that was the only winning formula INXS had back then.
Marty and Mig? They will be great NOT being in INXS.
The pretty (but I think her boobs are fake) Brooke Burke mentioned something about a season 2. hmm..what band now? Let me think…
- Guns N Roses
- Blind Melon
- Rage Against The Machine
- Suede
- Soundgarden
- 4 Non Blondes
- Soul Asylum
- Queen
- Yes
- White Zombie
- Black Sabbath (come on Ozzy has lost it)
- Fleetwood Mac
Hah. I think Guns N Roses will be a great because Axl Rose doesn’t want the band anymore. But I wonder..will Slash be interested, now that he has his own band?
Fine…revive Blind Melon then.
…………………………………………………………………………………
Liah sent me an MMS…
…but that woman didn’t mention where she got this bloody piece of snack. It was my favourite junk food, okay! Together with Cheese flavoured Twisties (red)…who could resist that???
Like like Mail, I like chicken. “Like” is in fact, a gross understatement.
Anyway..anyway…
The Q Award Ceremony is just around the corner (damn far corner…in London!) and since I could remember, it was the best accolade Brit music could get. Heh, apart from the Smash Hits Poll! Hahaha! Anyway, 2005 sees the revival of my favourite band…jeng jeng jeng…OASIS. I think I may be motivated enough to vote man. Long live Brit Rock!
And the nominees are…
BEST NEW ACT
Nominations:
Hard-Fi
Kaiser Chiefs
Jem
Magic Numbers
MIA
James Blunt
Ed’s Choice: Ed loves Jem…but James Blunt is a bigger likely.
BEST TRACK
Nominations:
James Blunt - You're Beautiful
U2 - Vertigo
Oasis - The Importance Of Being Idle
KT Tunstall - Black Horse & The Cherry Tree
Coldplay - Fix You
Ed’s Choice: Heart goes to Oasis…but head goes to James Blunt. Ed sticks with her heart.
BEST LIVE ACT
Nominations:
Green Day
U2
Oasis
Muse
Coldplay
Ed’s Choice: Fuck lah…how come Green Day and U2 are in here? Of course they are most likely to win right? 2005 is Green Day’s year, mah! Damn I am torn. Argh..argh..it’s o..oa..Green Day. Maybe Q voters stick to their Brit love..cross fingers and eyes.
BEST ALBUM
Nominations:
Oasis - Don't Believe The Truth
Coldplay - X&Y
James Blunt - Back To Bedlam
Kaiser Chiefs - Employment
Goldfrapp - Supernature
Ed’s Choice: Man, this is hard. Goldfrapp and Kaiser Chiefs are dark horses. But I’m not sure if they are “strong” enough to garner more votes than the highly commercial Coldplay. But personally Ed chooses…Don’t Believe The Truth!
BEST VIDEO
Nominations:
Oasis - The Importance Of Being Idle
The White Stripes - Blue Orchid
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc
Gwen Stefani - What You Waiting For
Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
Ed’s Choice: Oasis win…for the fact that we see Liam and Noel dance! Priceless! Glad that Blunt’s You’re Beautiful is not in here. It looks like Coldplay’s Yellow MTV, dammit!
BEST ACT IN THE WORLD TODAY
Nominations:
Coldplay
Green Day
U2
Oasis
Muse
Ed’s Choice: Muse??? Do the people in Alaska know Matt Bellamy? Wait…they may not know Bono either. Sorry..not going to stick to Oasis because they have yet to conquer the US. In fact, they wont ..because they don’t like it. So I’ll go with Green Day. As you can see, I am not big on U2 and Coldplay.
Question.
Where the hell are the Stereophonics??
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Oh well.
It’s freaking cold here in the office.
Not being able to sip my hot Milo doesn’t help.
Heh.
Less than 3.5 hours.
Endure.
Meeting the Moonies later…I hope someone brings a camera.
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