True Star of The Night

I think we all know who the real star of the night was. For a while it almost felt like it was Beyoncé in Concert Feat. Carlos Santana and the Fucking Dreadfull Vocals of Antonio Banderas. And what the fuck is up with making all the nominees stand on stage while the winner grabs the oscar and the other losers are just sent backstage? And what's up with some of the winners not being able to even receive their award on stage? They tried to do too many different things. They should've just left it with the Beyoncé perfomances. Man, she was beautifull...

Crouching Thief, Hidden burglar

Ain't nothing like a burglar to bring together a neighbourhood. Yesterday night, someone jumped over the fence of the house right behind mine. A concerned neighbour saw and immediately alerted the owner of the house. He went a step further and told most of the neighbouhood.
Before long there was around 40 chinese men in the house, each holding a stick and looking through every nook and crany for the missing thief. It looked like a chinese gang fight was taking place. These were big guys, with big stick that could beat any poor miserable thief into a pulp.
And i didnt know i had so many big neighbours who just happen to have big sticks handy and who are more than willing to use it. Makes me feel safe. I just better remember not to hv my dog poop in their lawn or do anything that might piss them off. Wouldnt want them coming after me with their sticks. Oh no sirree.
The thief managed to escape. But he and others like him would be wise to not mess with this neighbourhood again.
I mean seriously Mr. Thief, did you see the size of their sticks?!!

You Know Your Folks Are Old When..

they are sick and you dont even realise it.
Today my father fell down and it totally escaped me. He fell into the drainin the morning while yours truly was snoring and dreaming of her prince charming.. Even when i got up and went downstairs, it didnt strike me as odd that my father wasnt around. I just assumed he went for his morning walk
When he did come into the house, i did notice something weird, there was a distinct limp to his walk. And he was grimacing,the poor man was in pain. Yet i didnt think something was wrong. My dad has a long history of back aches, he gets it very often. So whenever he's in pain we assume its the bad back. No need for questions.
I only knew about the fall at night, from my mom. Now i feel bad. I was ignorant to the point of being apathetic. . But its not that simple. When i did ask him about his fall he just mumbled a few words. Then nothing, just silence. Like he'd rather not talk about it. Cuz he'd just rather not talk at all. He's a complicated man.

A Scanner Darkly

A film adaptation of Philip K. Dick's (the writer of Minority Report and Paycheck) story, A Scanner Darkly, is in production and is set for an october release this year. Like any other movie, it is filmed, but then the process involves overlaying the picture with a rich, rotoscope-inspired hi-def animation which gives it a unique dark surreal perspective. Starring the ever cool Keanu, the hot Winona Ryder and other actors, it looks totally awesome, and hoping it'll make it here. If the UIP doesn't screw this one up as well. Here's a link to the treaser.

College = Parties+Alcohol

It is fucking unbelievable that there are still people out there who are above 18 (unless you started off early, but we'll just state it for the law's sake, ok?) and do not drink? Unless you're diagnosed with some liver disease or some mental complication, you have no fucking excuse for not consuming alcohol. I'm obviously routing for these guys's side of the fence. The site post photos from the guys's weekly college parties and the wacky fun things only drunk people experience. And yes, everybody behaves that way when they're drunk. It's called living. The site.

Gmail Invitations

This is without doubt one of the dumbest strips i've ever seen. You cd-hole jerking ass fucking geeks. Nonetheless, I have 50 Gmail invites to give away. So if you don't already have one, and you're longing for it, email me or leave a comment.

A Black Foresty Valentine

At 12 am on Valentine's day, 5 guys and a girl, all friends of my sister, came to my house bearing gifts and a hell of a huge black forest cake. My sister was born on Valentines day, and her friends had very cunningly conspired with me and my parents to throw her off with surprise birthday bash. It worked out pretty well. Birthday girl was overwhelmed, and as an icing on the cake ( pun very much intended) her Special Sweet Valentine was one of the 5 guys who came. For my sister, Valentines Day kicked off to a great start.
Im not sure how well Valentines Day is gonna be for the rest. The people i know, friends and family, all have their own love stories. Of love found and lost and love found again. Soaring hearts and broken dreams.
All love birds out there truly are lucky. And singletons ought to have fun nevertheless. Never know when someone is gonna fall in love with your smile.As for me, I have my sisters birthday cake to finish. So its all good for this gurl. Happy Valentines, all. Here is my big wet sloppy smooch. MUAHH!

Cure For Lung Cancer

John Constantine's got the game and every sick, smoking, drinking, sadistic, gothic loving man would kill(there's not a more literal way of saying this) for his shoes. And if you're not the kind of man that's into cold, dark, sharp, bloody, gothic, demonic, satanic, and flaring objects,(then you're not much of a man, are you?) watch the movie for the scene where Rachel Weisz's clothes explodes off in the bath tub revealing her beautifull naked body. Ok, that's not how it happened but imagination's not included. Oh, and the sinister storyline and the fucking wicked effects kicks ass.
Hint: If you're patient enough, wait until after the credits (and i mean all the credits) for the bonus ending.

Hallow Horoscopes

You know how the first thing some people read in the daily papers are their horroscopes? I find it oddly sad that so many people place their hopes on a few lines of words below their zodiac sign. I mean, the odds that the prediction will come true for all people sharing the same zodiac is infinitely small. So why bother?
Because when the news is good, the feelings great. You feel like at least for the day, all the heavenly bodies is on your side. But if the news is bad then may God save you, cuz according to the predictions your star certainly wont.
Although i dont give half a crap about daily horoscopes, i do somewhat pay attention to yearly horoscopes. Last year the Chinese horoscopes had some very good things to say about my year ahead. So i hoped and i waited and i waited some more. Now its another year. Did any of it come true? HELL NO!
But hey, its a whole new year , with brand new yearly horoscopes. Another year to hope and wait and then wait some more .Must find out what the year has in store for me. Ah, ever the hopeful.....

GUYS.... HARD TO BELIEVE

My friend sent me this e-mail today. Itz a cool mail on guys so I posted it here. Bear in mind this info is not mine so I don't want the guys to kill me but feel free to shoot comments.
MEN ARE HARD TO PLEASE

If u treat him nicely, he says you are in love with him;
If u don't he says u are proud.

If u dress nicely, he says u are trying to lure him;
If u don't, he says u r from kampung.

If u argue with him, he says u are stubborn;
If u keep quiet, he calls u a door mat who has no brains.

If u don't love him, he tries to possess u;
If u love him, he will try to leave u.

If u hurt him, u are cruel;
If he hurts u, u are too sensitive.

If u scold him, u are nagging.
If he scolds u, it is because he cares for u.

If u do well in ur exams, he says it's luck;
If he does well, it's brains.

If u tell him ur problem, u are troublesome;
If u don't, he says u don't trust him.

If u have sex with him, u are easy and cheap;
If u don't, u are trying to manipulate him or u don't love him.

I won't say this is 100% true but it is almost true. I don't know what the guys have to say about this.

That 70's Chick

Yes you know her, Donna, the fucking sissy's girlfriend or wife(depending on which season you're watching) from That 70's Show. She doesn't look that hot in the show, but just look at the photos she posed for Maxim (this is relatively the most decent photo of the bunch). When's the Jackie chick gonna be next? She's already hot in the show, imagine if she takes a turn like this one...

Rooster Not Eat Dog

Tomorrows another new year. A different kind of new year, but who cares. The last new year - the January the 1st one- things seemed much simpler. I had fewer worries, less assignments and something elusive called a peace of mind. Flashforward to the present - i feel like i've aged a few years since the last new year. And technically it hasnt even been a year.
I have a lot on my mind these days.Like everyone else im plagued with the worry of not making the deadline for my thesis, among other things.
But ill be damned if i let a few tiny problems get the better of me. For over 2 freaking years i studied a course i had absolutely no passion for. And i actually had a good amount of fun. If i did it that long, i can hold on another month or so. Thesis Schmesis, i say. Its hard to see how, but this is a passing phase.
For all you stinking Dogs ( i mean this in the most endearing way) out there, hang on tight. Its gonna ge one helluva bumpy ride, but dont let the Rooster get to you. And a Happy Lunar New Year from your fellow stinking, humble, Ceylonese, female Dog.

Days of my life....

These days I feel I have more time for water and rubbish then the time I have for myself. For those who don't know, Im doing a thesis on solid waste and water quality under the supervision of the Solid Waste Man of Malaysia (my lecturer who has more female students under his supervision). Im spending all my weekends in the lab. I actually had dinner in the lab. I spent 8 hours on a test and it failed. I feel so fucking irritating. I havent gone to the cinemas for a month. No clubbing. I havent got drunk in a very long time. Im happy I got to get the week off to go home but it would be double the work next week. Sooner or later the lab coat would become my uniform. But it's not that easy because my coursemate prefers to wear my labcoat all the time. Oops!! did I forget to mention about my coursemate? No wonder I could here voices saying "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO GO FOR WATER SAMPLING IF U DONT HAVE A CAR U STUPID PIECE OF SHIT". My coursemate is my official transport manager. But I would be much much happier if he buys the boots by next week because IM NOT FUCKING GOING DOWN THAT SHIT STINKING PLACE OF RUBBISH AGAIN. I cant wait for this whole routine to end although I do have a small amount of fun at times in the lab....
And before I forget, the over-commercialized Valentines Day is coming. I rather celebrate it a few days after Feb. 14.

Last Night A JD Saved My Life

It seems that recently i have fucking no time to do anything and it looks like the past few weeks have just lapsed under my sleep, which by the way i have been getting little of. Even if i wanted to rape this awesome gorgeous hot looking chick in Bangsar that day, i wouldn't have enough energy to pin her down. Actually now thinking of her, i would cause you should've been there that day to witness absolutely how hot she was. And uh, that was just a figure of speech, cause not a single guy in the world would ever ever have the thought of rape in their minds. Anyway, as i was saying, the development of my thesis really does take a lot of time, and it doesn't help that it's on a weekly basis, at the expanse of my social life. Yeah, yeah, i know, everyone goes through it, but you see, i'm not as hardwoking as everyone else. Like i mentioned before, all my coursemates are un-fucked losers. So if you think about it, i fucking hate being a scientist!!! Okay, i'm just kidding. But i'm serious about the time thingy. Like just to attend a party last week, i had to move some things aroung schedule (yeah, i have a fucking schedule now), on a weekend!!! Luckily the party was okay cause i got really really pissed drunk. Got no idea how i drove back though. This week is the same routine. But there is a bachelor party this saturday which i'm really looking forward to, so guys when i say i'm busy, i'm not just trying to ditch you. Well, most of the times.