I met up with Philippe tonight on his stopover to Vientiane. The last time I saw him was more than a year ago, but it was like time never passed. We were chatting with no end in sight. He introduced me to The Attic (well, David C. did, actually) and it was the perfect place I had been looking for nearly all my adult life. Listening to the music, with lively conversation and good wine, I realised this was the closest thing to bliss I have ever felt. And spending it with Philippe was such a joy.
Good friends are so hard to come by. Another precious moment to cherish. I am learning to recognise them as they arrive, and not as they pass by. May all such moments come fast and plenty, and with the same sharp clarity.

My boyfriend has the organisational skills of a jelly doughnut.

It's 2am on a Tuesday morning. I need to be awake and going to the office in 5 hours.
It's raining and the smell of the earth and the grass is wafting in through the open windows. The rush of the rain reminds me of cool, lazy afternoons as a child, lulling me into a sense of comfort and nostalgia. House is playing (last episode of Season 1 - I'm doing a House marathon) and I'm stretched out under a comfy blanket.
It's one of those warm, happy moments that pass all too few and fleetingly. I must remember this.

She-Ra's been dubbed into Tamil. Now I've seen everything.

It doesn't sound half-bad, though. But that's probably because I don't really know the language.

It's 10pm. There are madly chirping baby birds outside my hotel room window. This afternoon, after a request for a jug of water and a jug of ice, Room Service shows up with a jug of ice water, and ice in a black plastic bag. The water was promptly poured into the water kettle, and the jug taken away. Possibly to address some urgent jug deficit happening elsewhere. We are left with slowly melting ice cubes in a black plastic bag, because the 40-year-old minibar fridge doesn't work.

Welcome to Bintulu.

My mum's in ICL - when I know what it means I'll tell you - at IJN (this one I know - Institut Jantung Negara). She's gone in for an angiogram, which is pretty straightforward. But what isn't straightforward is the angioplasty the doctors say is highly likely. And a chance of a bypass if the angioplasty doesn't take. All this doesn't sound too reassuring but what can a daughter do? I'd take her place if I could, but I'm damned chickenshit when it comes to pain(God help me if I'm ever in labour).
So here we are, Dad, Bro and I, waiting outside the ICL(still don't know), being all macho (the men, at least) and ignoring the fact that all this scares us to death. That underneath Mum's tough-nut exterior, she's still heartbreakingly fragile, and there's nothing we can do about it. If it was her liver, or kidney, we'd be in there donating whatever we could. But the heart is a tricky little bugger even in the best situations.
So here we sit, in our bubble of familial silence amidst the everday clatter and hiss of the IJN cardiology wing, and my head is whipping around at every sound of opening doors. People are laughing, making jokes, acting as if it is any other ordinary day. They have loved ones too in there, so what do I have to worry about? Trust that it will all turn out right, that I'll have Mum back in a couple of hours, poring over her sudoku and/or complaining that the crosswords in the womens' mags are just too easy.

Hope and Peace, all.

Update: 2.35pm

Mum's out. Amazingly, her arteries are good and the stents are holding. Dad is more devout than ever and I am seriously beginning to believe the power of prayer. I'm keeping Mum company until we can both go home at 8 tonight.

Life is suddenly very, very good.

Meeeooowwwrrrr

Am at Cat's Whiskers in Damansara Perdana. Waiting to try on stuff, I'm painfully aware of how dowdy I am in my grey collared T and jeans, surrounded by so many would-be fashionistas in their up-to-the-minute babydoll tops and kitschy tights.
And then I spy this lady coming out with a see-thru, clingy white skirt (she's wearing brown granny undies) and suddenly, I don't feel so bad anymore.

In Desperation For Bubbles

Here I am, sitting outside the Cheras Pool in my car, 10 minutes early. Just for an opportunity to jump in a pool with my scuba gear.

How desperate can a girl get?

I have had an epiphany.

My boyfriend is smart.
I mean, really smart.

I knew that before, but I didn't know how much. And he's articulate. Really articulate.

But here's the thing.

I've always wanted someone who's articulate and smart, but not necessarily more articulate and smarter. And my ego is taking a beating.

Ok, I have to admit it. I have a mild superiority complex when it comes to intelligence and communication skills. I suppose I sort of know, deep down, that in this world there are people who are infinitely smarter and definitely better talkers - it's just that I'd never met any of them.

And then comes Mr. Brilliantly Arrogant. And of course, like anyone who feels herself threatened, I hiss and scratch and claw my way up his self-confidence, trying to tear it down. The Brits call it Tall Poppy Syndrome.

Gosh, I'm such a bitch.

I'm currently on an indulgent, self-loathing spree, so please forgive me if I sound ridiculously emo. No worries, it'll all end soon, and I'll be my smug, superior self in no time.


Mood: Whatever

Robotech - Live Action Movie?

Well.

Let me say it now. I think I hit puberty at about the time Robotech was first aired on Malaysian TV, which contributed a great deal to my falling unequivocally in LURVE with Zor Prime.

Which is probably why I am so excited about even a hint of a rumour about a live-action Robotech movie. The sheer genius of a man to combine THREE completely separate Japanese anime series into one seamless whole is just ... just... genius. Words fail me.

Having said that though, along with the feelings of geeky excitement and nostalgia, there is also a twinge of apprehension. On the one hand, there was Lord Of the Rings. Masterfully executed by a true fan. On the other, Transformers. A good movie, but you just knew he wasn't a fan.

And then I read that it's being produced by (and possibly stars) Tobey MacGuire. And my heart sinks.

Well, to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe TM is a Robotech geek. He certainly looks like some kind of a geek.

Watch this space.

Well, not literally, but watch this space anyway.

Link to article

Mood: Psychotic Excitement

LOLCats II

Taken from the I Can Has Cheezeburger? Website


Mood: Bwaaa ha ha ha ha ha

Curiosity

Am watching Kingdom of Heaven on Astro.

Why were certain arabic lines censored?

LOLCats - The Beginning

I have been addicted to this for about half a year now. I think it is time to share my madness.





Taken from the I Can Has Cheezeburger? Website


Mood: Bwaaa ha ha ha ha ha

Randomness

On the way to dinner and drinks with Tim and Jeremy. It's been months since we've been together socially and suddenly I realise how much I miss these dudes.

By the way, I'm blogging while sitting in the back of a Waja charging down to Sri Hart. The mind boggles at how connected we humans are nowadays.

KEWTE II

My Blog: A Review

Hello.

Am having a sudden attack of blogging recently. Not that the quality of my entries have been getting any better, quite the opposite really, but at least I'm doing more than one entry in a year. Readers, rejoice.

But.

Had a lovely lunch date with a couple of clients (and if you are reading this, Y, yes, I mean YOU) and she badgered me for my blog URL. I immediately went into a spasm of uncertainty and embarrassment. Simply because, until now, I haven't really realised how *public* all my writings have been. Sure, it's been out there on the web for a couple of years now, but honestly, who on earth would ever stumble upon this little blade of grass in an entire savannah full of blogs/vlogs/porn websites and other web acreage?

And so I find myself trawling through my posts (all 20 of them) since Nov 2004, making sure that there's nothing too indecent/inflammatory/insulting in here. Am quite safe so far. I think.

But here's the point I'm trying to make. From November 2004 to March 2007, there were things in my life that were turned over, twisted, broken down, built up and wrung out and almost nothing got blogged. When the very reason I started this blog was as a sort of diary (aaarggg) of personal expression. So my resolution (starting today. Or this week. Or v soon, really) is to faithfully document all upheavals and miracles, agitations and annoyances, loves and losses and lamentations in this psychotic roller-coaster called My Life.

Gentle readers, you have been warned.


Mood: Insane and slightly Spastic but Happy

300. Watch. It.

Caught this at a premier Tues nite (Thankyou thankyou SY for bullying me into going! HUGS).

It is AWESOME.

And there is some SERIOUS eye-candy going on there. Girlfriends, remember to bring eye drops because you won't want to BLINK.

But pleasepleaseplease don't nitpick about historical accuracy. It is an excellent movie in its own right, references to the original movie notwithstanding.

Enjoy.

Mood: Wow

Did You Feel It?

Tremors! I felt tremors!

I also feel like an extra in that 1990 Kevin Bacon movie!

But seriously.

About 15 minutes ago, I was happily ensconced in my cubicle in the corner of Menara Axis when my chair started to sway back and forth. I immediately assumed it was due to some sort of heavy vehicle passing by below (which, in hindsight, is kinda silly as I am about 9 stories above the ground) but when it went on longer than normal, my medulla oblongata (or whichever bit of neural ganglia it is that controls my fight/flight responses) went "Hello. EARTHQUAKE!". And received no response from the rest of my body. As usual. I swear, if I were an impala in the wilds of the Serengeti, I'd be eaten before my first birthday.

Looking across my cubicle I met the fascinated and slightly surprised gaze of my colleague, and then some excited yelling went on.

"Did you feel that?"
"Yes! Did you feel that?"
"Yes!"

and so on and so forth.

And now, we've decided to evacuate the building. Not because it's unsafe or that we're in fear for our lives, but because we wanna go home early and need no other excuse.

Peace, all.


http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=252981


Mood: Hmmmm

My Seduction Style (Whistle whistle, hoot hoot)

Mood: Hmmmm