Thursday, June 15th, 2006
Meh. It’s ridiculous when someone else beats you to writing about your own new phone.
Idiot KY.
5 people tested every single extra canggih function but not the most basic function of A phone. And guess what? OF course it was the most basic function which was screwed.
Pwned.
The joke’s on me though. It was to be MY new phone.
So after 2 trips back to the shop, I got that worthless piece of crap exchanged for a new one. Now it works splendidly!
Please let me share my happiness with all of you!
Say hello to my spanking shiny new Nokia 3250!
Which replaces my old and abused 3 year old Nokia Iterforgotthemodelnumberbecausetheykeepcomingoutwithnewoneseveryminute.
It took me about a whole year and a crazy amount of peer pressure to finally settle with that one.
Friends were like “Get a handphone lah wei! GET IT! WE WANT TO CALL YOU LAH! SO HARD TO CONTACT YOU!”
I was like “Handphone? for what? waste money only lah. U want to call me call me at work or at home lah. If I’m out also I won’t be free to layan you wat!”
Undeterred, these jokers even pooled a small sum of money on my birthday as a starter fund to get me to buy a new handphone. How nice.
Now that I have a handphone I’m like “how the hell did I never realised that I could’ve never lived without it”.
Leave handphone at home one day only also feel like.. like… drug addicit without his regular fix. *anxiousbitefingernails*
We are slaves to the gadgets we own.
I’ve grown attached to my old handphone. They don’t make it that tiny and light anymore. Granted it only had the most basic functions - Calls, smses, gprs, games, radio. Monocolour display. Monotonic ringtones. But that’s really ALL I NEED. And man, the keypad was damn sweet for SMSing.
I am a self-confessed smsoholic. I would spam you SMS upon SMS so quickly your inbox overflows with my smses because you barely have enough time to reply to ANY of them until you throw your hands up in defeat and decide to CALL me instead.
“Hello. A one minute phone call can settle the job of 274 SMSes you psycho!”.
Hah. Whatever. Wimps. Eat the cloud of dusts my fingers leave as I SMS you my reply.
I don’t even switch on automatic editor (T9?). It’s a bloody annoyance to me. Every now and then it “suggests a spelling” while in the middle of typing out a word which TOTALLY wrecks my flow man. SO FUCK THAT.
And was the handphone damn hardy too. I must’ve like dropped it about a gazillion times. Still worked!
But for about a past few months. The poor fella has showing signs of strains from my rough handling. It would switch off on its own on a full charged battery. Sometimes it would not receive smes. It would hang. It would die on me after a 5 minute phone conversation even when it is fully charged. Little annoying things like that.
I’ve been complaining about getting a new one for ages. Once again, friends had to push and hardsell me on the spot to get a new one. Thanks, bitches.
Hi I’m FA. I have a problem with spending a lot of money on myself. It makes me feel guilty.
The rest is history.
I like though. It’s quite ON. Though the new baby has about a billion superduperterror functions I will hardly use, there are two which I will, bet your bottom dollar on it, TOTALLY ABUSE IT UNTIL IT CRIES AND BEGS ME TO STOP.
a) The pretty nifty 2MP camera function …… AND.
b) and the Mp3 function with about 512 (FREE!) extra memory. Expendable to 1GB.
GPRS and all those supercanggih internet bullshit crap also got. But I have streamyx for that so I will never touch that it.
More? *Click*
They really should start TAILOR MAKING HANDPHONES for people, really. I’m quite confident that there’s a market for that. There are a lot of all this supercanggih frills that users will hardly ever use anyway, so why bother having it installed in the phone?
The keypads aren’t as sensitive as my old handphone’s. It will take me some getting use to I suppose.
Meanwhile, WHEEEEE! NEW EXPENSIVE TOY!
And HAH. My handphone is like way cooler than YOUR handphone.
…. unless it’s one of those superterror Sony Ericson handphones with a built-in cameraflash….. but whatever okay talk to my phone’s super pwning MP3 function.
Long live Nokia!
That’s all.
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Tuesday, June 13th, 2006
I’ve been getting batshit crazy amount of hits from you-and-I-know-where-so-I-won’t-mention-it.
I guess I should say hi and be all welcoming like.
Hi.
Welcome.
*long awkward pause*
Yeah. So….
I don’t know what came over me to agree to such atrocity, and for that momentary lapse of logic and forgetting about world peace preservation, I do humbly apologise. With counseling, I think you’ll come to forgive me.
I am a nobody. My life is as interesting as a piece of chalk.
That person in the papers, that wasn’t even me. It’s some alien in a badly-fitted fireangel suit.
I look uglier in real life.
And the pseudo-interview? Don’t ask me. I don’t know what the hell was going on there either.
If you are new here, expecting something AMAZING, you’ll be sorely dissapointed and no, you won’t get your money back.
So you know, feel free to fuck off, I won’t take it personally or put a curse on your family and pets. No, really, I won’t. Promise, I swear.
But if you insist on sticking around, do so at your own risk, the management of this blog, aka me, ruler of a small planet inhabited by 10 legged people eating insects, will not accept any responsibilities over the deterioration of your IQ levels or social life and such.
Bye.
P/s: Yes. This has been a pointless filler post, so why not make it point-ful? Am a bit sian, I bet you are too. Let’s be interactive and play the interview game. Show the boys at the paper how it’s REALLY done. Why don’t the 10 of you ask me questions in the comment box? I’ll answer them as best as I can. Come on, humor me a bit. You know you want to. Cheers.
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Saturday, June 10th, 2006
So one day, buried among promises of bigger penises, lonely hot housewives and xynochloropyxl for cheap, I chanced upon an email urging me to go catch a play.
The KLPAC website described the play as:
“…the absolutely MUST SEE production for this year…”
“Agonisingly funny, while at the same time frighteningly horrific, this play is sure to entertain even the most discerning theatre-goer. The one of thing you must not do…is miss it! “
Wah. That’s some superhardcore trumpet blowing. Aggressive marketing is a double edged sword. You either live up to it and be BRILLIANT or you fail spectacularly and piss everybody off.
So I caught it last Thursday. Managed to con 2 victims with sweet seductive promises of, absofuckinglutely nothing but my awesome company hahhah suckers, to catch it with me.
Was only RM30 on a Thursday, so why the hell not?
The not-so-innocent victims.
Pseudo review commences, NOW.
Synopsis.
Cougar and Captain Tock are 2 bachelors who live together in a twisted symbiotic relationship. Cougar lives OFF Tock. Tock worships Cougar. Both gay. One is a manipulative self-serving paedophile, the other one is a spineless broken aging man with zero self-esteem. Tock loves Cougar to bits. Cougar uses Tock to bits. Cougar has MAJOR issues with aging. The men are preparing for a fake birthday party. It’s an annual affair where Cougar celebrates his 19th birthday (he’s 30) to lure in little boys into his lair, get them drunk on vodka, get them horny with porn mags, and have his dirty little way with them. Tonight, the special guest for this little party would be Foxtrot Darling. A brainless naive 16 year old boy…. who, much to Cougar’s chagrin, brought along a surprise guest. A fiance, a PREGNANT fiance, Sherbet, who knew what was REALLY going on, attempted to put a stop to it.
The Set.
bad shot of set.
The fastest clock shared the same set designer as The Homecoming, so it looked pretty familiar. It’s pretty simple-like. Designed to look like a typical old stuffy looking bachelor pad shared by 2 men. It’s bleak. It’s dark. It has the yellow, blue, red hues in appropriate place. Antique furnitures. Lots of dead stuff birds (Tock’s obsession). Nice. I like.
What I hated was the sitting arrangements. AND THE SEATS. HARD COLd UNCOMFORTABLE PIECES OF PLASTIC PARTS PUT TOGETHER. The fact that I was short was NOT to my advantage. Kept seeing someone’s head in front of me. Mahai. People who came late had to SIT ON THE STAIRCASE. WTF? Pay money to sit on the staircase. Brilliant.
You know the saddest thing about local theatres? They simply do NOT give a fuck about how comfortable or how enjoyable your play-watching experience would be. If the engineers and architects, for one moment sat and actually thought about trying to create a MORE CONDUCIVE environment for play enthusiasts during the whole PLANNING and BUILDING of a theatre, maybe there would be less BITCHINESS in the entire industry. Mahai.
National Theatre seats? Fucked. KLPAC seats? ALSO FUCKED.
I fucken need a drink. WHERE IS MY DRINK.
The Cast.
Ari Ratos as Captain Tock
At first I sympathised with the character, but as the play progress I got a little more annoyed with him. In my mind he was supposed to be this tortured soul, torn by his unrequited love to a man who abuses and uses him, not the blumbering, stuttering little boy trapped in an aging old man’s body which Mr Ari played him out to be.
Niki Cheong as Foxtrot Darling
Erm. I don’t like his character very much. He was unbelievably … airheaded. Most of the time niki sounded like A Chinese Boy Trying To Speak English Like An Englishman, which gets very distracting. A little awkward and out of place, but good effort.
Joanna Bessey as Sherbert
Wah lau. Sherbet was the exact opposite of Foxtrot’s character. Miss Joanna had put on a reaaaaally high-pitched HEAVY Cockney accent and portrayed Sherbet to be this shrewed fast talking fast thinking annoying fiance. I got blooody annoyed with Sherbet the whole time she was there. Couldn’t understand half the things that came up of her mouth, it wasn’t just the accent, it was the SPEED she was talking in. Sherbert is probably the best played character in the play. Without her, the play’s dead. But oh god, every single time she went “BEBBBB!!” I cringed and held on to the side of my plastic seat till my knuckles turned white.
Gavin Yap as Cougar Glass
Had his top off baring his well-defined muscles during the first 15 minutes of the play and being the voyeur that I am, appreciated it a lot. Then he put his clothes on and instantly transformed into a piece of furniture. As stoic, cold and uncaring his character was supposed to be, I personally felt that Mr Yap could’ve done more with Cougar’s character. It was like, there wasn’t enough passion. He wasn’t heartless enough. Wasn’t cruel enough. Wasn’t cold enough. It was too much like… acting. I didn’t care much for Cougar as a character.
Faridah Merican as Cheetah Bee.
A cameo role, Cheetah Bee is a jovial quaint little old lady with a story, she coaxed and cajoled Cougar during seizure episode when Tock threatened to mention his age during a heated argument. She told a story of how mink coats were made, how it was best when the animal was skinned alive (okay seriously wtf is that about?). For the life of me I can’t figure out what was the significance of her role though.
For Mature Audiences Only.
1. Gavin Yap half naked, wearing a pair of impossibly tight jeans which contricted MY breathing in the first half of the show - quite delectable. If only for 10 minutes.
2. Cougar jerking off Foxtrot while flipping thru a girl-on-girl porn mag totally distracted me away from Tock’s panjang lebar cliche fairytale story (which I think was quite an important part of the play). Cleverly done. But too short and too little. Not enough scandal. Where’s my sex damnit! I want more!
3. The fight between Cougar and Sherbet was the best, most believable part of the WHOLE PLAY. Finally! Some raw real emotions! Pwns WWE anytime.
Forced some random people to camwhore with me
The Play.
Personally I didn’t feel passionate for any one of the characters. That night, it felt like the cast were not on form. The audience did not react quite enough. The laughters were uncomfortable and uncertain. The applause not loud and generous enough. Even after the play ended, it took the audience a few seconds to actually REALISE that it had ended, as if trying to figure out if the play sucked or not, before breaking into applause.
Got half-naked well toned man. Got gayness. Got sex. Got violence. Got child lovin’ action. Got blood.
WHAT WENT WRONG?
It’s like a recipe for a delicious juicy scandal just waiting to come all over your face. So sinfully promising… and yet…….. nothing.
I do like the storyline. Felt like so much more could’ve been done with the story telling. And there was a lesson in it somewhere I bet, but I must’ve missed it while trying to figure out which part of the play was “fucking scary” and which part was “damn fucking funny”. NOw? Is it now? NOW? It has to be now. NO? Where the FUCK IS IT? Okay, so there were parts I laughed. Bits I felt for the characters, but overall? It was forgettable.
I mean how could a play with all these SHOCK factors NOT feel shocking? I’m sitting there watching it like I’m watching a freaking soap opera episode on the tv. Where’s the fucking shock factor? Have I been THAT desensitised by Astro and the daily local papers?
Where are the kick ass subtle double entendres punchlines English writers are so fond of? Was it so poorly executed that I’ve completedly missed it? Or from the fact that me england not so veli powerderful mistah make you happee long time?
When I watch a live play, I want to feel. I want to believe that their characters are real. I want to be passionate about either hating or loving the characters, and the play itself. But that night, I came out of the play feeling……. nothing much. Not angry. Nor disturbed. Not hating it. Not liking it. Not caring. No endless steams of verbal abuse. Or songs of praises. No impact. Nothing. Just the feeling of, tak puas. “That’s it?” I didn’t even remember a single line from it. It was dissapointing. I was promised Avanti’s Sunday brunch buffet spread at the Sunway Lagoon’s Resort Hotel but ended up at the mamak with a plate of Indomee goreng kosong instead.
Smashpop’s equipment is bigger than mine.
End.
How was it really? It was Ok lah. Didn’t quite lived up to all the marketing hype.
Well, go watch it for fun and tell me how YOU felt about it. Today, Sunday, is the last day.
By the way, The fastest clock in the universe, is apperently, Love.
Get me some of that good shit yo.
Out.
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Lainie
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Friday, June 2nd, 2006
Short term
1. XMen 3 (might have to buy DVD already)
2. Da Vinci Code (might have to buy DVD already)
3. Cars (might have to buy DVD already)
4. Mission Impossible (might have to buy DVD already)
5. Short break from work (check. Mon & Tue off to veg at home. Whee!)
6. Massage (Never had this one done before. Jom! Bangsar!)
7. Dance like a maniac (sigh)
8. Solid 10 hour dreamless sleep (double sigh)
9. Handphone (current one hangs like windows)
10. Sneakers (have been resorting to wearing girly sandals OMFG sacrilege!)
11. New wallet. Black soft leather. (current one too long and old)
12. Big girly bag. (everything can shove in)
13. Watch. (losing track of time)
14. Go back gyming. (so can sleep better at night)
Long term
1. Car (delayed. for 3 years)
2. Finally get stupid pro paper done. (argh. we hates studying)
3. Finish reading all borrowed books (sorry!)
4. Wardrobe overhaul (but am so unwilling to spend)
5. New sexy slim digicam. (powershots are pudgy)
Wishful thinking
1. Strike jackpot (haha)
2. Meet nice fairly normal guy. (hAHahhaha)
3. Backpack across Europe
4. Backpack across America
5. Check out Japan
7. Get high on Absinthe.
8. Puff a doobie.
9. Get own place.
No way, ever.
1. Go back in time. Do a different degree.
2. grow 3 more inches.
3. lose chubbiness on cheeks.
4. some natural boobs please.
Oh well. At least I can look forward to a looooong quiet weekend. Yeay! Bai!
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