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

Why? The Finale

Ok.

This is gonna be the very last word on this. I promise.

The weekend was marvelous. We canoodled and cuddled the days away. Sort of. He said something unbearably sweet also - once, when arguing (as usual) about some inane thing or other, I suddenly blurted out, "I wasn't born your girlfriend, you know!"

To which he paused, and answered in the most matter-of-fact way, "Of course you were." And therein is the key.

I am so caught up with the whys and the wherefores and the is-this-gonna-work-40-years-from-now that I don't acknowledge the fact that for some strange, indefinable reason, my soul thinks that This Guy Is It. And this guy thinks so too. It's truly bizarre.

But I have learned to live with it and go with the flow (I hope). Accept this decision, and for God's sake TRUST someone, once in a while. Trust that the BF knows his own heart and mind and that my own heart and mind know what they're doing.

So let's see what happens.

'Nuff said.


Mood: Possibly In Love

Why? Part II

Sorry for of spazzing out there in my previous post. But if you've got a beef with that, then please refer to Blog Title.

The fact of the matter is, that the BF and I have taken a step backward in our relationship. Which was probably inevitable since we sort of teleported from point A(saying hello) to point K(sharing shampoo) within the first 2 weeks of our meeting.

AND I caught him IMing a female last night.

Which is an unremarkable situation in itself, except for the fact that that female's IM photo showed her NUDE from the waist up.

WTF.

And, like the good little gf I am, I calmly asked him what the deal was with the chick. He hemmed and hawed, and told a pitiful lie. I swear, sometimes the boy thinks I'm a complete idiot.

I think he is unaware of just how to deal with another living breathing human being in a committed relationship. I didn't know how to impress upon him the fact that this was just WRONG beyond words, so I sent him a gazillion links about how Cybersex Is Cheating.

I hope he gets it.

Or, I could just put this relationship out of its misery.

Mood: Hmmmmm

Why?

This is not the best time to do it.

I've got about 10 minutes before D picks me up for a late nite supper, one eye is blinking madly (damn the contacts) and my Technical Director is out there waiting for me to go home so he can lock the office up.

And yet.

The questions come flying. Just one question, really, but the permutations and the possibilities arising out of that one word are endless.

Why?

Why this blog?

Why am I here?

Why am I working so late at nite, when The BF is out working late too and all I really should do is go home like a good girl and curl up with a nice book or another episode of the Gilmore Girls?

D's calling. I gotta go.

Mood: Bleh

Monty Python Halo

LMAO LMAO LMAO /dies

Attack of the Blogger's Block

Aaaaarggg.

There comes a time in every writer's life, when she (or he or it) feels the compulsion to create, to bring forth pithy, eloquent and profound thoughts from her (or his or its) seething brain. To astound one and all who read this storm of words and change the world.

This, dear readers(all 3 of you), is not it.

Mood: Bleh

KEWTE!

The only use for a Mac



This is too cute for words.

New obsession: Cute and funny videos!

Enjoy.

Jedi Breakfast

BWAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA

What else can I say?

Did You Miss Me?

Errr.



Yes. I admit it.

I was kidnapped by aliens. Who performed unspeakable atrocities on my helpless body.

Don't ask. I said it was unspeakable, you freaks!

Ahem.

A lot of things have happened to me in the past year (yes, it's been a year, not like anyone's noticed).



Mood: Ashamed, Embarassed and Thoroughly Mortified

Otis You Have Disappointed Me

Erm, WTF?

In a multi-languaged(is that even a word?) country like Malaysia, what's the percentage of people actually UNDERSTANDING what those buttons mean? My first language is English, and I had problems.Aaaarggg.

By the way, this is what they mean:

Warning! If you're the type that'll look over another person's shoulder and do their crosswords, stop reading now. I bet you'll want to figure it out for yourself.


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ARM = Alarm
ECB = Emergency Call Button
DOB = NOT Date of Birth(duh) but Door Open Button
DCB = Door Close Button.

I repeat, WTF???

Mood: Slightly Duh