the hooded one.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
The hooded one is having a concert here early next year. And I've got tickets Yippee!!! Thanks booboon who drove all the way to Sungei Wang this morning, waited for the Star Planet booth to open, jostled with a bunch of teen girls and arm wrestled with the brawniest teen girl to grab the best tickets!!! *smooch smooch smooch* (:
Theme: 'Incomparable to Jay' World Tour 2005 Live in Malaysia
Venue: Stadium Merdeka, KL
Date: 29 January, 2005
Time: 8pm
Seating: Block AD Row 4 Seats 18 to 20 (29th row from the stage)
Ticket price: RM198 + RM2
After 10% discount: RM180.20
Attire: Casual with lots of placards displaying my public affection for the hooded one.
Who's going: Me, booboon and my mom. Yep, my mom is a FAN of the hooded one!!
Current emotional state: Excited, jittery, nervous...
Things to do: Memorize all his lyrics, practice singing, drink lots of honey.
Yay!! Jay Chou... I LOVE YOU!!!!
bubu truck balance.
Monday, November 29, 2004
As of today, 29Nov, 2004 total balance in bubu truck is RM2.80. Sufficient to buy a single storey link house in Trafalgar Square Monopoly. heehee.
mystery of the fished.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
My fishes have been disappearing... one.. by.. one.. lately. Detective Flakey Hobbes was hired to investigate.
After some sleuthing with a growling tummy, (while secretly eyeing on the fishes) detective Hobbes found paw prints and grey fur all over the aquarium. Two eyewitnesses who spoke under terms of anonymity said they overheard stinky Robby's pattering feet on the night before the last fish disappearance.
Mr. Long Tail and his missus had their testimony recorded at the police station.
Mr. Long Tail's testimony.
While me and mah missus wer havin' our rendezvous undah dah moonlit sky and her lookin' so prettylicious.. we wer cloz to smooching our tails off.. me sharp ears caught the sneaky pattering feet of dat dratted rat! He, dat Robby thot no one wuz aroun' bud hah! no sound escapes me ears. Tho ah ain't see him cuz of me failing sight, but me nose has nevah failed me. Ah could even smell him stinky fur from miles away. Am a retired goon mahself, ah speaks dah truth!
Missus. Long Tail's testimony.
Well uh uh, yoo heard mah hubby said. He ain't lie anymore, no sirree. he's been a good lizard.. uh huh, yoo check yer records yah and yoo see he's been clean fer years. But ah didn't see nothin' that night cuz ah was lookin' only into mah hubby's eyes. Ooh those eyes that first made me fell in lurve wif him.. ahhh... he sure is one Romeo.
As there were no other eyewitnesses, detective Hobbes pinned the blame on slittery Robby rat. Two burly cops were dispatched to haul Robby in. The search was over at the dumpsters on Ninth Avenue St. and Robby was caught with his pants down! (he was coincidentally doing his toilet business) As Robby refused to budge from the makeshift toilet tin can, the cops forcefully heaved everything into the jail van.
'I've been framed!! I DIN COMMIT ANY CRIME! This is injustice!! I've been framed! I don't even like eating fishes!' Robby screamed with all his might.
And with the culprit caught and awaiting sentence, the mystery has been successfully solved.
'Hee hee, that didn't take long. Now I can look forward to more catty treats, yum yum', detective Hobbes said while rubbing his tummy.
But the next day...
'Ahhhhh!!!! ... my prized fish is gone!!!', I screamed.
Detective Hobbes was called in again.
'What seems to be the problem my pretty lady?', yawned detective Hobbes.
'One of my fishes is missing this morning!! You better sniff out that dratted THIEF!', I screamed some more.
'Wha?? But that's impossible! Robby is in the lockup right now. I couldn't have make a mistake!', said wide eyed detective Hobbes.
'Well investigate further you useless furball!!', I screamed with a hoarse voice.
Mystery of the fished, part two
to be cont...
phlegm in my brains.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
If everyday is a holiday
won't that be fun??
I'd have tea parties during the day
and slumber parties during the night,
We can play all day long,
not a care in the world.
They say ignorance is bliss!
I bet that's so true.
I'm tired of slogging at work,
every day is such a drudge.
Meaningless, meaningless, meaningless,
et cetera,
et cetera,
et cetera.
If it wasn't for rewards and status,
would we be working for peanuts?
We're humans, not monkeys!
With dignity and brains.
I guess I need a break,
to contemplate on my future.
A break to rest my tired mind,
if only time will wait.
Confessions of a metrosexual.
Friday, November 19, 2004
*Chiew Dah Ling is like any average Joe. He holds a 9 to 5 job, works five days a week, has a passion for good music and food and enjoys hanging out with his friends. Of late, Dah Ling is becoming more feminine, well sort of. He's into self-primping. Yep, he's like that smurfy Vanity Smurf occasionally fishing out his Kitty cat mirror to check his powdered face.
Ok that last bit of info was exaggerated. But let's just say he's more self conscious with his image, the food he eats, how he talks, walks,.. you get the drift. In the words of his girlfriend, he's evolving into a metrosexual.
(*his real name)
Yep, metrosexual. A hip term to describe a young, urban and USUALLY heterosexual male who is concerned with fashion, food and grooming.
Usually heterosexual, hmm... but to make things clear, Dah Ling is a heterosexual male who has eyes for only one girl. (well, that's what he claims anyway.)
Anyway, the metrosexual follows the latest fashion trends, indulges in pampering sessions like having a manicure/pedicure, massages and facials, has regular workout regimes at the gym, owns the latest techie gadgets, drives a cool car, etc. Actually, any car will do, as long as it has a minimum of 5 wheels. (1 spare in the car trunk
le)
So for guys who embrace metrosexuality, is that a good or a bad thing? Depends, I'd say. Let's just say that metrosexuals are guys who already have good personal hygiene habits and adequate grooming skills but are looking for ways to enhance their appearance and lifestyle. The basic male instinct would reject any thoughts of self-primping and would associate metrosexuals with effeminate men. But times have changed. Commercialism and hunks like Brad Pitt are changing it all. Hippies ain't cool anymore and I doubt they'd make a comeback. *cringe* So metrosexuality is nothing to be ashamed of but something to embrace. It's no longer enough to have clean finger nails, clean hair, changing undies daily, etc. Guys need to be more physically presentable.
So, what does a metrosexual guy does? Dah Ling is starting with having his eyebrows shaped, (his girlfriend does it for him) shopping for new clothes and shoes, using facial blotters and eating less oily food. Nothing extreme, I'd say.
So what else will he do next? Dah Ling is currently getting his body toned and it'll depend on what his girlfriend suggests next. Hopefully, nothing extreme.
*hehe*
The indolent bear.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
A stifled yawn
heard inside the cave.
Something moves within
a grunt of hunger pain.
A whiff of air swooshes in
A pert nose sniffs at it,
Honey aroma teasing
tickling the senses.
He awakes with more grunts
Stretches, scratches, stretches.
'Amble along now',
urged his inner voice.
Hurry not though
for it won't run away.
But dally not with time
Hunger might overtake.
And with a heave of sigh
he sat upright in the cave.
Rubbing the sleep away
stretching yet again.
Oh botheration!
It smells like yonders away.
Come now, come,
A quick leap will do!
A lumbering shadow
emerges into the light.
Paw imprints wedged into the earth
pauses, deep in thought.
It's too much of a trouble!
It's too much of a hassle!
Rest will subdue hunger.
There's still 'morrow anyway.
And with that he smiles,
lumbers back into the cave.
Flops to the ground thinking,
Yes, there's still tomorrow.
The mirror in the room.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Recently, my dad had a mirror fixed in the dining room. It's a huge mirror (6x8 foot) and it covers most of the wall. You'd get to see yourself in the mirror when you descend the stairs in the mornings. And you'd get to see yourself when you come home in the evenings after a long day at work. You'd see yourself too when you're having meals at the dining table.
I have yet to stare into the mirror long enough. Perhaps I'm afraid I'll become obsessively narcissistic with my reflection. (which I already am, oops!)
Before anyone thinks my family has turned superstitious, the mirror was placed in the dining room for decoration purposes. It creates an illusion of bigger space. Some Chinese believe that mirrors placed in the house are for good
feng shui to ward off evil spirits. I googled
mirrors and feng shui and apparently traditional feng shui practitioners has nothing to do with it. Since I'm not a practitioner, I guess facts don't really bother me. Sometimes it's best to remain ignorant, lest we allow ourselves to believe more than we intend to.
The mirror will serve a many good purposes. I'd imagine myself all dressed up for a grand party, and while I descend the stairs, I'll get to see a princess-like reflection in the mirror. (sigh, I'm having narcissistic thoughts again..) It'll be nice to see reflections of Miguel and Chloe (my *eyes rolling* naughty nephew and adorably naughty niece) running around laughing and teasing each other. Or it'll be nice to see laughing faces of a happy family gathered around the table during dinners. Or admire myself everyday, full length and at all angles. Posing and smiling in preparation for any impromptu photo shoots. (haha, didn't you already know my second name is Narcissi?)
If the mirror is like a camera, I wonder what sort of memories it'll capture in my house. Well, I'll have to ponder on that one...
Butt fat.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
I don't recall ever being so sick before. Was down with flu for the whole of last week. Spent my days dazed out at home. (coincidentally with noisy construction going on in my house and two houses away) Oh well, am almost back to normal now though I lost quite a bit of weight. More of losing butt fat to my barely there frame.
Ah... 'tis the season to be jolly!
tra la la la laa.. la la la la...
Time to gain fats and chubs again, yay!
tra la la la laa.. la la la la...
Must eat and sleep and eat and sleep, aye!
tra la laa.. la la laa.. la la la...
Must be roly-poly piggie!
tra la la la laa.. la la la la!!!
Well, christmas is coming! My favourite time of the year! Must be fatter in time so that everyone can have a pinch at my rosy cheeks. (:
