Archive for February, 2007
this was the plan :
2pm - arrive home
3pm - leave home and arrive at wherever i’m going to study
10pm - finish studying, have hopefully completed syllabus so can watch replay of American Idol and Heroes!!!!
what actually happened :
2.00pm - arrive home
2.15pm - muck around house eating cookies and replying emails
2.30pm - read newspaper, watch a bit of tv
2.45pm - shower
3.00pm - a hell of a lot more procrastination etc etc etc etc
4.30pm - finally leave home
5.00pm - arrive at Marmalade to discover they dont have wifi. wtf. Martian, why like that???
5.05pm - read magazines at Marmalade
5.30pm - realize i really have to start studying, leave Marmalade, arrive at Delicious
5.40pm - arrive at Delicious to discover that they no longer allow patrons to use the electrical powerpoints. fuck off lah, Delicious .. sombong oredi izzit got 3 outlets now?
5.45pm - finish stupid argument with Delicious waiters, finally sit down to study
6.00pm - recieve email that Singapore hotel booking did not go through! tiu lor! start surfing around for hotels in a panic
6.35pm - finally got a hotel room. yay!
6.45pm - read some blogs, reply more emails
7.00pm - laptop battery starts dying. wtf. time to migrate to Starbucks
7.05pm - migration to Starbucks
7.10pm - sit down with latte, bop around to Fall Out Boy songs while throwing arms in the air while eliciting a lot of weird stares from fellow Starbucks patrons
7.20pm - surf Youtube for videos, watch the No Pok video again, laugh like hyena
7.32pm (now) - still not studying, blogging aboutt not studying instead
die lah. i havent even cracked open my stupid 5000 kilogramme econs book! IM SO GOING TO FAIL MY EXAM TOMORROW.
February 28th, 2007
you folks who’re going for the Java Jazz Fest this weekend can stop making me feel all dark and twisty inside now. my itinerary for March :
3rd March Saturday - Fall Out Boy
12th March Monday - Yo La Tengo
13th March Tuesday - Jaga Jazzist and The Observatory
15th March Thursday - The Album Leaf
17th March Saturday - Rachael Yamagata
i am SO excited!!! not to mention extremely relieved i managed to get tickets for them all. the only damper to it is that i have to travel back and forth between singapore and KL after each act. why? to attend my classes. because for every class i miss, 1% gets deducted from my final grade. and i cant stand the idea of that happening. yes, i know. my defence for being the most insufferable kiasu ever is that i need to somehow make up for getting that B+ in English. i mean, who the hell gets a B+ in English???
and no, this post will not contain a ’see! all the good acts go to Singapore wan, Malaysia has nothing wan’ complaint. because i’m not like that. and because Muse just left our shores yesterday. and because once upon a time, granted it was a long time ago but still, we had Incubus on our humble soil.
i just watched an hour of the Oscars and was bored to tears. but i do think that Ellen Degeneres is an excellent host. though not sidesplittingly funny the way Chris Rock is (oh i loved the 2004 Academy Awards), she provides that comfort and that ease we all look for in a host. she was born to be onstage.
totally unlike that bumbling fool who hosted the LA Red Carpet Party for this year’s Oscars. Dominic something or other. did you guys catch him??? oh my god he said the stupidest things. my favourite : ‘we have so many models walking around tonight, oh there’s … what’sherface… Cate Blanchett!!’
and another : ‘let me just recap the nominees for Best Film tonight … um .. er.. er .. oh, look! George Lucas is waving at me. waving at ME!!!’ uh-huh, sure he is.
okay i am now going to try to forget the fact that Babel, a movie i absolutely loved, won virtually nothing at this year’s Oscars. i will do so by drowning myself in the best ever peanut cookies and pineapple tarts in the world. and you will not stop me.
February 26th, 2007
Question #6 : Who is your best friend and why?
my best friend is the window of the car’s passenger seat, because it is reassuring, supportive and always knows the right things to say.
February 26th, 2007
5 hours after my last post, my boredom tolerance hit rock bottom. the frustration was simply unbearable, and there was no question about it - i HAD to leave Phuket immediately. so upon rightful repossession of my passport from my mother dearest, i left for the airport with nary but a pink backpack full of magazines i nicked from the hotel and a Balinese handbag with entirely too many packets of Mentos gum. i arrived at the airport within one hour, lacking sleep, full of hope, and mumbling excitedly to myself, ‘Kuala Lumpur, here i come!’ but this excitement was fairly shortlived; the excessively made-up woman behind the ticketing counter dealt me a devastating blow - all flights out to KL were full. what the flying fuck, said i. kidding me you must be. i assure you i am not, said she. next please.
i dont know why i did it, but i did it : i went back in queue, only to be served by a nice portly gentleman this time. he gave me the same answer as the lady with the horrific purple eyeshadow, but with a twist! apparently Malaysia Airlines had a joint flight with Thai Airways out to KL in a few hours - and while the Thai Airways seats were all taken up, Malaysia Airlines still had a few seats available. WONDERMOUS!, i exclaimed, nearly toppling over a stack of Visit Thailand brochures on the counter in my ecstacy. ONE TICKET PLEASE, LIKE, NOW.
i dont think i’ve ever loved MAS more in my life.
so yes, i have indeed been back home for a glorious full 3 days. there is nothing like CNY back home. i love it i love it i love it. father dearest, i beseech thee, never take me away from KL again during CNY =(
pictures from my one and only day in phuket, none of which have me pigging out on food :
Rat Uthit road, or Second Road as the expats would call it.
clean toilets are apparently signboard-worthy
leaning dangerously out of a tuk-tuk
i am a voyeur
the sunset from Joe’s Downstairs, a nice wine and tapas place
me in a bar. the guy in white eventually came up to tell me he wanted to get in my pants. dream on, mister fake quiksilver tshirt.
even tuk-tuk drivers have their Ah Beng side
Bangla Road, where the party’s at
thai barbeque on skewers!!! YUM :D
30 baht is RM 3. yes, tequila shots for RM3. yes. yes. yes, seriously.
this is Patong. not that you couldnt tell..
it is so good to be home. i am so filled to the brim with joy, i cant even begin to express how good it feels. so let me articulate it in a photo. here is a photo of my three favourite men - Martian, Tall Brother and Short Brother - gokarting together shirtlessly this afternoon :
February 25th, 2007
since i got here last night :
“anyang haseyo!” - 2 times
“ohayo!” - 2 times
“ni hao?” - 5 times
“apa khabar?” - 0 times
“taxi?” - 4958968509 times
“i love you!” - 3 times
“thai massage? very cheaaaaapppp” - i lost count
dirty old caucasian men who tried to get into my pants - 8
dirty old caucasian men who TOLD me they wanted to get into my pants - 1
“you speak very good english for an Asian!” - 6 times
in response to me saying i’m from Malaysia, “that’s near Singapore, yes?” - 2 times
“oh, Malaysia! i love your Malaysian nah-say leh-maak!” - 1 time
diet cokes i’ve drank/drunk - 8 9 cans
times i’ve been blatantly ripped off - 1 time
times i’ve been groped / bum-tapped - 3 times
in response to me saying my name is ‘Su’, “Su… shi?” - 1 time
and here are pictures of me pigging out on Phuket food! ..and my 8th can of diet coke.
February 22nd, 2007
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