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Everyday I tell myself... 'Maybe I should post a blog entry today...'
And then I don't.

I don't see why today should be any different.

The Magic Gourd : A Review Of A Film So Bad, That We Came Out Of The Theatre Speechless. We Tripped On Our Asses On What I Thought Is A Trippy Film.

Oh my fucking gourd!

Perhaps

It's me.
Perhaps, if I have an extra ticket.
Would you go away with me?

Reason #4721 Why I Am Still Single

"I'll walk you to your car."

"Oh you don't have to."

"The things I do just to spend a little more time with you."

"Awwww... You say the sweetest things."

"Well, I was a copywriter at one point in my life."

Growing Baramundis

I was pleasently surprised when I saw Baramundi, my favourite fish while I was in Papua New Guinea, on sale at a local supermarket.

Salesman : These are organically grown Baramundi
Yuen : (puzzled) How do you grow fish?
chi (interjects) : You know, you get some seeds... (at this time, Yuen was hitting me on my side incessantly telling me to stop already), plonk it in the ground, and then a fish will grow la.

The salesman was not amused at my lil' schpiel.

Me and Yuen walked away laughing, I realized what a bastard I can be.

Woe to me.

Woe to me.

sending you a card with your name on it.
and emoticons that go <3<3<3

I fell up to the sky and crashed into a satellite.

What The Fuck!

People can be assholes...

What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!

Assholes in positions of power.

What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!

Raging rampage buying everyone out.

What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!

Subdued.

Remembering Lou Reed Days As I Stroll The Streets Of Forgotten Time

After losing my favourite Lou Reed CD for more than 2 years already... I've decided to do the wrong thing and download the album illegally off the net (It's not my fault that the iTunes store is not available in Malaysia... topped with the fact that I don't have a credit card).

Listening to this album again... I am reminded of two arcane Lou Reed incidents.


April 2005, Luang Phabang*, Laos.

Like any other Luang Phabang days, there was one special morning where I woke up and had a feeling that today will be especially slow (note that Luang Phabang is already the slowest place on earth). And days like these, Lou Reed's 'Perfect Day' would play in my head incessantly... 'Just a perfect day, drink sangria in a bar...'

I walked to the library and asked Carol if she has any Lou Reed CDs... nay.

I walked to the local CD shop to see if they have any Lou Reed CDs... nay.

nay.

nay.

nay.

I proceeded to my lazy afternoon cafe for tea and cakes still pretty much with Lou Reed stuck in my head. The sun is still hiding behind the clouds as the Mekong flows languidly on my side.

I sip my tea, I eat my cake, I read my book.

I tell myself to ask one of the waiters at the bar if they have any Lou Reed...

I stand up... the stereo gently plays 'Satelite's gone up in the sky...'

Thank you... My day is now complete.


October 2005, Chagar Hutang**, Pulau Redang, Malaysia

I drag my feet on the sun kissed white sands of Chagar Hutang as I stare into the horizon where the sky meets the ocean. It is said that if you're on sea level, the horizon is about 5 kilometers away. I tip toed a little, for a moment, I saw a little further than 5 kilometers.

I soak my feet in the turquoise hue water. From nowhere, my head kept going 'It's so cold in Alaska, It's so cold in Alaska...'

Sigh... cut off from civilization, there is no way I can get any Lou Reed CDs anywhere.

I return to the hut and took a seat at the bench right next to her.

She begins to whistle...

She whistles 'It's so cold in Alaska, It's so cold in Alaska...'

I look at her... once again, the universe conspires.


Post Script

Maybe it's the magical quality of Lou Reed, maybe its the magical quality of Luang Phabang and Chagar Hutang, or maybe, it's the magical quality of the people around me.


*Luang Phabang is my favourite place in the world.
**Chagar Hutang is my favourite corner in the world.

WTF is ZOMG

Shaking my hand as my head spins counter clockwise.

iPod Classic 80GB

Usahlah aku berkata kata (Need I say more?)

Singapore Belongs To Malaysia

As much as I am not a fan of Singapore, here's a few reasons why I think I can like it.

1) Bicycle lanes... jealous, Singaporeans can ride their bicycles everywhere and MRT stations have safe bicycle parking lots. sigh.

2) Schwepps Lemon Bitters... sigh... you can get lemon bitters at a 7-11.

3) Ruby Photo... sigh... all means of photo paper, chemicals, and films... and its cheap... bloody hell.

4) MRT...

5) The Soup Spoon... Roasted Pumpkin, & Tangy Basil Tomato.

6) Paperchase in Borders... I'm a sucker for pretty stationary.