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?