Hangat

Crooning on my STEREO: All I Want For Xmas by MARIAH CAREY

Gosh... I so HAVE to blog about this:-

TODAY I WAS SHOPPING IN PAUL SMITH

WITH



MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

And the lead dude, whatever his name, is SO SO SO HOT.

But I had to question why he wore a leather jacket. Its probably to maintain that mat rock look even in humid malaysia.

BUT

There is always a downside with all my star encounters. By some bitching of destiny, I NEVER have my camera with me.

5 months from now, you will not believe what you have read here today. You will forget because I have null to prove. Nada.

Most of you would know that I have a hell lot of luck with spotting celebs. But it totally sucks that I don't have any chummy photos with Ricky Martin, Jenson Button, Westlife, Colin Farrell, David Coulthard, Gael Garcia Bernal, Sam Neil, Stanley Tucci and only god knows of the countless others that I've missed out.

Lack of visual evidence doesn't position me to BRAG big time.

with the exception of IL DIVO. Hail Salvation!!

Cyclops

Crooning on my STEREO: Tutta Mia La Citta by Giuliano Palma & the Bluebeaters

I AM GOING BLIND. Like, seriously. My vision is tormented as I type this. So don't go about kicking my butt for the numerous typo errors that will come your way. gnfgnjtjhykujkygil,gu

That was quite bad wasn't it?

Come on, FEEL SORRY FOR ME.

Actually NO. People annoy me when they feel sorry for me. Cos there's really nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault. And it's totally not MY fault. And despite karma's bitching, I really don't want to feel sorry for you either.

There's a primal point in this gibberish. I am teaching you not to get involved in other people's woes. Or worse, take interest in other people's woes. And the worst: IMAGINE other people's woes.

Unless you can contribute to relegating the pain, this noble deed annoys the shit out of me.

You see, I had a girlfriend who texted me out of the blue:
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Friend: HI! LONG TIME NO SEE. HOW R U? xxx

Me: Hi xxx, nice to hear from you. I am good. N u?

Friend: OIC. I M OK. I M ALWAYZ HERE IF U ND ME :)

Me: Erm. ok, thanks.

Friend: SO? HOW IS EVERYTHING?

Me: Yeah is good. Been busy as usual!

Friend: IC. WELL I AM SENDING LOTS OF KISSES 2 GIVE U COURAGE 4 THE DAY XX

Me: Ok thanks. Likewise to you too.

Friend: LYN B STRONG. I M HERE 4 U. I KNOW LIFE AINT EZ. XXX

Me: My life is perfect, thank you.

Friend: U CAN ALWAYZ SPK TO ME. SENDING U RABBITS AND RAINBOWS 4 THE DAY!!! xxxxxxxxx

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First of all, do you think she sounds like a COMEPLETE COW?

FRIGGING ANNOYING

I have an insatiable urge to whack her with a coconut. I don't get it, I have reiterated that my life is FINE but why does this delusional cow keep insisting that I have PROBLEMS? Or rather, problems that I would want to SHARE with her.

EEEEEEEEEWWWWW

I don't need her blessings. Nor courage. Or whatever munchkins. *cringe*

Change of topic. Ok. I am going to expound how much I worship Julio Medem. Thanks to YouTube, I am giving you the opportunity to experience one of the most oh-my-god scenes ever staged. I ADORE IT.


On a separate note, did you know that Kuala Lumpur hosted an International Film Festival? With the most grotesque international films line up I've ever seen.

So, who are these morons on the selection panel?

Vacas

Crooning on my STEREO: The Blower's Daughter by DAMIEN RICE

I was looking back at my older posts, ie. circa 2006 and before, and I thought of reviving this:

THE RIDICULOUS USE OF FONT SIZE AND COLOUR to enhance the impact of my rants on you poor readers. What happened to that girl who used to complain the shits in good humour?

I have decided to bring her back.

You see, I have been needing to change my life. There were some dumbass incidents that took place recently that I cant help but to take the literal piss. Most of you would know that a certain part of my life is in a bit of a mess, but its OK. You know, it is quite funy. I have done enough with sobbing so its time to revel in that consequential weight loss and England's Euro defeat.

I watched a film from Fatih Akin who expounded this ingenious quote:-

"If you want to end your life, end it. You don't have to kill yourself to do that."

OH MY GOD. Why didn't I think of this???????

Nothing really took place actually.

Two weeks ago I was puking all over the streets of Bangkok. Three weeks ago I was milking Kuantan of all their available beer. By the way, join FACEBOOK if you want to be a voyeur of all my activities.

Then I found out that I was hanging out with some murder suspects. And then I found out my boyfriend doesn't love me. AND THEN I found out that an ex has eloped to Paris with a hot girl whom he cheated on me.

OH MY GOD.

My life would have been perfect without you NUTCASES. Stop frigging rejecting me, will you???

It's OKAY. There is always Riccardo.


He has Gio's eyes.

Orphic Songs

Crooning on my STEREO: Cold Water by DAMIEN RICE

Do you remember November 23rd last year?

I find it somewhat bittersweet that people walk in and out of your life with such tremendous leisure. Even the ones you love.

For me, he was disappearing. Or maybe, he has decided to disappear.

The saddest thing about disappearing is that you can do nothing to stop it. All you can do is to lie, or make him lie.

In many instances I had to pursue love. But with this broken heart of mine, I can only wish that love would pursue me in return.

Perhaps one day, if I should decide to walk away,

I can only hope that when I do look back, I will see you walking behind me.

Calendar Dogs

Crooning on my STEREO: Lost by MICHAEL BUBLE

It is perfectly ok to lose hope in humanity, but let us not forget the other species who are capable of loving us through rain and shine. To all my silent and non-silent blog stalkers: Do a good deed today and get yourself a few copies of the 2008 SPCA Calendar (Malaysian edition)



I have pimped my dogs as calendar models. I found it pretty weird that they are achieving stardom quicker than I am.

Oh my god, I am so shallow.

Hope

Crooning on my STEREO: Shine by TAKE THAT

Rather strangely,

I am glad that I stayed on to make my 3rd trip to Cannes, only to discover that when someone closes the door on you,




another one opens.

Somewhere Out There

Crooning on my STEREO: Miss Me by BOB SINCLAR

Love is a very sad thing. Be it family. Or friends. Or relationships. Be it religion. The more you love, the more you are made vulnerable to pain. It is true. Will you deny this? Will you ever deny having loved someone and never felt the grief of losing him or her? Or are you one of those who refuses to love, in the fear of having your heart broken in return? Have you ever lost your dog to cancer?

For once, I understood why loving a man can be so painful. It sometimes makes me unafraid of death.

But what do you do when your love is unrequited? Or when you are fading gradually from your lover's life? And when he stops saying 'I Love You'? When you feel that you both no longer share the same dreams? When he fails to understand why you would ever cry for him? When he stops believing in hope?

You do wish that he would prove your friends wrong. You do wish that one day, he would look you in the eye and say, "I will do anything for you". You do wish that, you could lead a normal life together with him, and do things that couples would normally do. You do wish that you could wake beside him every day and never have to be an ocean's apart again.

You do wish that, nothing stood in the way for you both to be together.

And that, one day, he will believe the same.



If only he loves you. If only.

Alcohol. Part 2.

Crooning on my STEREO: Tonight The Streets are Ours by RICHARD HAWLEY

We tend to take the piss out of Pete Doherty for his nasty doping antics, but little do we know that addiction is almost unrepressable. I've gone through that with Sebastien from Il Divo, hence I am familiar with the transition of obssession to addiction. If you are not careful, it can also turn you into a full time stalker...

In other words, it takes a mind of a bull to beat addiction.

No I ain't taking drugs. I am too poor for that. But I do take alcohol. But I guess they are both equally as bad anyway. The wonderful thing is that the latter is socially more condusive and accessible at large. I know for a fact that I bond better with people if I have a glass in hand. Even if I hate your guts, I could still choke up "oh my god you are a friendddd" for diplomacy's sake.

Thats why I strongly feel that theatre should encourage alcohol consumption before rehearsals and performances. Since actors are a crazy lot, they should feed on that notion to bring out the inevitable.

I think alcohol is good for relationships. It helps you to discount cons. Consequently you don't drive yourself insane because you are not sensitive nor conscious enough to make sense of human imperfections. There is less trouble when you are ignorant. Believe me.

Alcohol is also good for the office. It dilutes your stress by blinding you from the horrifying reality of your workload. If consumed in moderation, the workplace will be a happier place. It can certainly numb you from hyena-esque giggles from a juvenile colleague who has been baking muffins and puffins for your boss.

But of course, alcohol can also bring out the monster in you. If you are one of those who turn aggressive after 2 shots, you can take this opportunity to trash it out with an annoying client. Such aggression could get you deals faster than you digest. Or it can scare people away. Which is also probably a good thing.

Don't take me too literally though. Please be mindful of hangovers, broken heels, date rape, fountains of puke and other forms of induced ugliness that only you can imagine. Use your brains and becareful. Have some mercy on your poor liver.

My dear friends, I have been meaning to impart this wisdom since 4 years back. I was just never sober enough to write this.

HAVE FUN UNTIL YOU ARE SICK OF IT.


Speaking of which, I second that marijuana should be made legal. Do it like they do in Amsterdam.

Facebook

Crooning on my STEREO: Champ Elysees Theme by BOB SINCLAR

Come on,

Join FACEBOOK.

I've uploaded a whopping 200 photos onto their server today as insurance against my dying laptop.



I've featured all sorts of photos. Including those of my humiliating past.

(Oh my god.. I MISS ACTING. I actually got to run around with a GUN.)

JOIN NOW!

I've been drinking way too much beer this week. it's FAT!!!

Dusk

Crooning on my STEREO: What I Want (Fireball) by BOB SINCLAR

On my way home from Singapore yesterday, I enjoyed a pretty sunset.



Uninterrupted spectacle lasted for 5 minutes before a 10ft tall transnasional bus decided to roadhog. Malaysian traffic, damn it. Chuck out those pullman(s).

Singapore is wicked for several reasons; it is the closest country to us, yet it offers a different world of opportunities. Where in KL can you find a music store that will make you weep with such an extensive collection of Nouvelle Vague CDs? Or mainstream Bob Sinclar for that matter? When it comes to travel books, Borders Singapore can ram Kinokuniya KL hands down with a single shaft.

This pretty much explains my frequent, impromptu shopping tours down south. I usually come back poor but more hopeful. Even the recruitment section in Singaporean newsies propagates that every poor jobseeker will have a home in the workforce regardless of race and political connections. Whatever silly job that you desire, it is there. You just have to read the papers and apply.

Despite our patriotism for our recent National Day, I hate to say that the same range of opportunities is absent here. In Malaysia, 80% of job vacancies are never advertised. If you are a fresh graduate who'd like work in our TV-Film-Media- Distribution market, it is virtually impossible to enter this region unless you have a charitable friend like me who is always on the search for replacements so that I can leave my job. On the contrary, this position is advertised so extensively in the Lion City.

Plus, Singaporean employers actually LOOK at your degrees.

I don't want to sound anti-Malaisie, hence I will dig out its neighbour's downside; every young Singaporean chick has gorgeous legs. And that makes me feel highly inferior and I want to lock myself at home.

Workwise, I am trying to decide on my future. I am certainly NOT an ass-licker, and I need to feel appreciated for my strengths to inspire the extraordinary.

But my stream of thoughts tend to stray because I am simply spoilt by too many choices. I just have to focus on one and stick by it till world's end.

I just need to kill time, really. For now.