A Compliment

Friday night, 330 a.m. SMS conversation with friend. We are talking about books, if you can't already guess.

Her : fred. whch murakami u haf?

Me : D windup bird .u want?

Her : yeth. watcher doin?

Me : readng.duh.

Her : wot?

Me : darian north, violatn.

Her : finishd fry?

Me : jus now. north is makin me sleepi.

[after 45 minutes]

Her : bed?

Me : no. gaveup north.gibson now.just dl her nu buk.

Her : who gibson?

Me : gibson,rachel.romance otter.

Her : girl, u bookwhore.

Me : tanks *blushes*


Actually, I prefer the term 'biblio-slut' myself.

Crumminess

Had a semi-almost accident on my way to work this morning. Actually I don't think the incident qualified as an 'accident' per se. But it involved two cars on a road, so maybe I can get away with calling the whole thing an 'accident'. Who fucking cares.

Basically what happened was a Murano suddenly cut into my lane and I skidded to a halt barely avoiding a full-on collision. After experiencing the near-death panic and the jarring, screeching, forward-propelling jolt, I was quite ready to let the Murano moron driver off with a indignant blare of my tinny horn. I was certain that our cars barely made any contact. I would know because my car is basically made of rice paper. Raindrops could dent it.

But Idiot decided to pull over so knowing I'm the innocent party, I pulled over too. Getting out of the car was an Indian lady, talking on the phone and checking the non-existent damage to her car, no thanks to her dumb ass driving. I got out too, too happy to confirm that Mr Jeremy Clarkson (my car) is hale and fine and in fact, the only damage was some rubber transfer from my wheels to the side of the Retard's Murano. Puny at that.

She was still yapping on the phone and I overheard the conversation enough to start taking offense and began getting properly mad for brainless homicidal driving. I heard her repeating;

1. "...its just a Kelisa.. Just a Kelisa.."
2. "...Malay girl." ~full emphasize on the my race.

She was also stressing the fact that I have a 'P' license to whoever on the receiving end. And when she started talking to me, she was still on the damn phone and she was talking in bad Bahasa Malaysia and overall sounding like she's talking to an idiot (me) who can't understand English and is beneath her because my Jeremy Clarkson is a Kelisa to her Murano. And not once did she ask if I was okay.

Pissed beyond anything mainly because she didn't even have the decency to hang up her call before talking to me, I let it rip. In very rapid, highly condescending English. I put as many more-than-3-syllables-words as I could. The gist was;

..I don't care if your car is made out of gold, you should always check your blindsides before you change your bloody lane. That's just crummy driving, no matter what you drive..

I told her that she should know how SUVs have blindsides the size of a tanker. I think I repeatedly (3 times) told her how crummy her driving is. Yes, I used that very word. Juvenile? It was either that or 'bloody fucked-up piece of fucking molting crap'. 'Crummy' was easier to say.

I turned up the snotty and told her if she'd apologize I'm willing to let this go, seeing how both of our cars escaped unscathed. See how big of a person I'm being.

I stood up for Jeremy Clarkson, I sounded eloquent and magnanimous and I managed to get to work on time. I'm happy.

Picture from my crummy phone of the uncrummy Asakusa Shrine, Japan.
Just because.

Hodrey's Funeral..I mean, Wedding

(from top) with sister and mom and yes i am fatter than them both; the schmuck in white getting married and now its too late to save him; me fooling around with the bed drape after getting the asignment to do the bridal bower (and i did a fricking rad job too); the designated cameraman who is also my cousin and fortunately has yet to fallen victim to the dark side i.e. getting hitched.

Wedding Day. Temp: hellish, literally.
(clockwise from top) with partner-in-crime/cousin/bridal bower co-decorator: Yuyu; Yu, me and the schmuckette who got married to the schmuck (see above); Yu (again), me and sister; Me and beloved Mak Tam (only the kewlest aunt, like, ever)

I just need to get rid of these pics. The only reason I took them in the first place was to blend in and not make my aversion to any kind of weddings too obvious. By 'kononnye' taking pictures I appear to be having fun, see? I rather slit my wrist with a toothbrush, actually. Why toothbrush? cause it'll hurt more.

27g of Fat every 100g

My life recently has been excessively filled with:

1. Eating m&m's.
   im on my 3rd 100g bag this week and it's only tuesday. and it's 27g of fat for every 100g, dammit.
2. Weddings.
   the black hole of joy, happiness, sunshine and everything good.
3. Birthdays.
   it's my sister's birthday today. 4 days ago it was my brother's. sprinkled liberally in between are of friends' and cousins'. but im poor so they left me alone.
   
4. Presents.
   see item 2 and 3. but whats royally effed up is that its all my present to other people. how can that even be right?
   
5. Robot Chicken.
   how freakingly genius are these people? i mean, seriously. i can't stop watching it, godamit. your name is sunny muffin. hilarious. hilarious.
   
6. Books.
   found a second hand book mecca that is amcorp mall, also with a sick discount first-hand shop. am still reeling from 2 rushdies, 2 frys and 3 ffordes book marathon.
7. Dread and Trepidation.
   i'll spare you.
8. Selective Boredom.
   selective, because im not bored in anything else but these matters. for the seasons are overrrrr. house, PB; long time ago, lost. gah. what the fuck am i to do until?

What can I say? Sometimes my life doesn't suck all that bad. *chomps on m&ms*

Weddings

Friday night..Azhani and Ather's wedding..great fun..blah blah..got lost..arrived late..STFians...ridiculous fun..yadda yadda..took heaps of pictures..blah blah..came back late..blah blah..it was totally awesome.

Next day, Mom's friend's son's wedding..blah blah..damn hot..yadda yadda..good food..blah blah..sweating a lot..blah blah..did i mention it was fucking hot?

Sunday, Kak As's wedding..Raub..couldn't come..blah blah..Shiren, Penny and Dewi went..blah blah..really wanted to go..blah blah..yadda yadda..

Next week, Hodrey's wedding..Cousin..blah blah..should be miserable..yadda yadda..must buy gift..blah blah..not really looking forward to it..

OI! ENOUGH WITH THE WEDDINGS! YOU PEOPLE ARE GETTING ON MY BLOODY NERVES.

Missing The Jabronies

Remember when wrestling was good entertainment? Long time ago. Circa 1999 to early 2000s. Good old days, them. Wrestling nowadays are crap. They don't know smack about wrestling. Cena who? (what?)
Used to love watching WWF/E on late night TV shows. Man, I was really into the whole drama. All the usual clowns; The Rock, Stone Cold 3:16, Kane, The (slimmer) Hardy Boys, Big Show, The Dudley Boys (get the table), The Game, Kane, Edge, Christian, Angle, remember those fuckers? Man, those days, wrestling was fun. Fun, fun. Not some overcooked gimmick lame-ass excuse that they are now. You know you hit rock bottom (pun intended) when you have Trump in wrestlemania. Wankers.
I used to know all the tag lines, the signature moves and were kept embarrassingly up to date with the current drama/feud/opera back then. Triple H and Stephanie, Mick Foley getting fired, Steve Austin getting screwed, Brock Lesnar, who backstabbed whom, who totaled whose car, NWO, etc. All the useless, mindless, horrifyingly meaningless yet unabashedly resistant, elaborate details about wrestling I seemed to commit to memory. They were stupid, yes, yet strangely compelling. I was so over being ashamed with my fixtation with WWE/F. But the crap nowadays can make you cringe in abject ridicule. Someone need to layeth a smackdowneth on these candy asses so called 'wrestlers'. Gimme a hell yeah.
Cue: American Badass theme. What?