Hedonistics Anonymous
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Pillowspeak (Bedspeak Comedy)Flames flicker
My senses melt into a hazy blur
Like ice-cream under the hot sun
(Your tongue)
Licks
Creative juices that flow southwards
Entire collections of Shakespeare's sonnets
Transposed into a loaded gun
Pumped full of lusty overtones
Testosterone
And raging undercurrents
I cannot perceive
A silky puff of smoke
You obliterated all my defenses
My only protection
Starts with a D
Ends with an X
Monday, July 18, 2005
Inspiration at 1430 hrsCoin slots in the jukebox
Folder shuffle
Shall we-
(They're playing our song, my love)
Fingers folded, we glide
silk-smooth; oil-slick
Across the landing
Trapped between the dusty grooves of yesterday
Today
Tomorrow
(Forever?)
Random stills of white picket fences,
A manicured lawn with endless rows of sunflowers,
Fat cats sunning themselves,
(Who's that little girl in a sundress, my love? I don't recall-)
We dip low
Twirl
Swirl
To the mindless beat of
Our Song
(Don't let me fall, my love, don't you dare)
Time quickens its pace
Words grow soft
Memories fade to grey
And all good things come to an end
That bloody proverbial cliche
(Or is it?)
He pulls me back from the brink of reality
(Whispers)
Hello.
What's your name?
Saturday, July 16, 2005
MEME - On the subject of muzak1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
Alot. More than a thousand if you count those I burnt on CDs and in my office PC. (Hey it's still MY computer). But actually I only listen to probably 5% of the entire collection. I am a pack rat. When it comes to dowloading mp3s, I suffer from border compulsive-obssessive disorder. It doesn't matter if I don't listen to Deftones or Gerschwin, if it's there I'll download all the same.
2. The CD you last bought?
Hmm. That's a tough one for a pirated music supporter. Okay. Jay Chou - Qi Li Xiang. And still it's a pirated CD.
Alot. More than a thousand if you count those I burnt on CDs and in my office PC. (Hey it's still MY computer). But actually I only listen to probably 5% of the entire collection. I am a pack rat. When it comes to dowloading mp3s, I suffer from border compulsive-obssessive disorder. It doesn't matter if I don't listen to Deftones or Gerschwin, if it's there I'll download all the same.
2. The CD you last bought?
Hmm. That's a tough one for a pirated music supporter. Okay. Jay Chou - Qi Li Xiang. And still it's a pirated CD.3. What was the last song you listened to before reading this message?
Speedy ft. Lumidee - Sientelo. It's gorgeous in a mad, ecstasy-laden, open-air rave party way.
4. Write down five songs that you often listen to or that means a lot to you
Speedy ft. Lumidee - Sientelo. It's gorgeous in a mad, ecstasy-laden, open-air rave party way.4. Write down five songs that you often listen to or that means a lot to you
Wishful Thinking (Duncan Sheik) - I love melancholic songs and noone does it better than Duncan Sheik. His songs have their own dark, deep appeal. I don't know, but I listen to this song when I'm sad or frustrated and I do not feel better. Instead, I can identify with the song. On a linear note, this song is from the movie soundtrack of Great Expectations and Ethan Hawke makes great eye-candy.
Can't Stop (Red Hot Chili Peppers) - When I broke up with Tae, I listened to this song day and night. I didn't cry. I just curled up in bed and set this track on "repeat" and listened to the senseless lyrics and awesome guitar rifts and slowly I picked myself up again.
Got What You Need (Eve ft. Drag On) - Zul does a really wicked dance to this song. He's a mah-ve-llous dancer with a mah-ve-llous-ly tight arse.
1979 (Smashing Pumpkins) - This is the anthem of youth. This song makes me want to be 16 again, sneak out when my parents are asleep, hot-wire a car, go to a mad house party, get drunk, and make out with a stranger in the next-door neightbour's pool. Oh yes, and we'll toilet paper all the trees.
Don't Look Back In Anger (Oasis) & Beetlebum (Blur) - Sorry, I just couldn't choose between these 2 songs, I cheated a little by sticking them together. Ahh... the magic of Britpop. DLBIA was the first song I learned on the guitar. Beetlebum was the first Blur song I heard. And I worshipped Damon Albarn for a long, long time. 
The kids in my dad's era had The Beatles. We had Oasis and Blur. I'm so fucking proud of the Brits. God save the Queen. Thursday, July 14, 2005
Soli, mai ingris not veli kengLast nite arhh.. me and chao ah beng.. oh soli, he is my ho peng iu. Hmmm.. Hamik cibai mia liao.. Oh ya, Ah Hing. We two arh.. really, really bo su cho, si beh sien ti chu pak bang. So arh.. we both pak seng ki Lake Park. Nehhh.. that place ah.. got people eat and drink one.. What? you still donno arh? Mai cibai kanineh.. lu si bey si Kuching lang..? Ai hor wa boot chi liap hia..??
(Translated: Last night, me and a smelly punk.. oops, he is my good friend. Hmmm.. what's his cunty name again... Oh yes, Ah Hing. Both of us had really, really nothing to do, we were so bored at home hitting mosquitoes. So we both decided to go to Lake Park. Nehh.. *I don't think this part needs translating*... Don't be a kitty, screw your mother... are you not a Kuching person? Do you want me to give you a big punch..??)
Anyway, Hing and I both heard a loud discussion on cars coming from the table behind. One guy was telling his friend to put the Proton Wira's engine into the Saga. Except that being a chao ah beng/chinese-educated/totally uneducated person, it more or less came out like this:
"Potong Wi-la enjin you put into Potong Saka, no plo-blem wan! Gelenti you!"
OMG. I swear that in future if any of my kids come home talking like this, I'll take the nail gun and nail their lips to the telephone pole.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Verbal diarrheaEvery morning my handphone alarm goes off 7am and I'd (barely) open one crust-lined eye, grab the noisy bastard and switch it off. Then I would sit up in bed for 10 minutes trying to iron out my mental kinks before hitting the shower.
This morning was a little different.
After I switched off the damn phone, I slipped it under my pillow and immediately succumbed to the gravity of my comfy bed. Which of course resulted in me waking up at 8am (My job requires me to be at my desk by 8:30).
My apologies to the uncles and aunties in the blue Saga, red Kancil, green pick-up, white beat-up only-god-knows-what-car-it-is. I did not mean to call any of you stupid roadhogging fuckers. I was late and you guys were just inconveniently in my fucking way.
I once shocked the living daylights out of Aaron when I told him not to "fucking stand on my white slippers". And the beauty thing is that I blurted it out right in front of my dad. The way Aaron's miniscule Foochow eyes bulged out was sheer poetry. He just stood there speechless and gaping stupidly, eyeing my dad. But dad was cool. He just pretended he didn't hear anything.
As a self-consolation, at least I know that if my parents ever kick me out of the house, my vulgar vocabulary qualifies me for a place with the Osbournes.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Happiness Is
*Riding in an old Ford Cortina on the way to Hawaii Beach with my feet slung out the window, feeling the cool evening breeze tickling my toes while Smashing Pumpkin's 1979's playing on the radio.
*Supper at 12am. Romps. romps. romps. Breakfast at 4am. Romps. romps romps.
*ROMPS. 'Nuff said
*Kel, Rozie, Hing, Aaron, Soon, Zul, Ems the purple bastard, and so much more.
*Payday and Chinese New Year. Actually, any day when the moolah comes a-rollin' in...
*Going to Tribes. Dancing my ass off at Tribes. Picking up a hot guy at Tribes.
*Loving the bitchy, potty-mouthed, materialistic, kind-hearted, fun-loving, lovable chick that I am. My apologies for being ambiguous for a second, but I bloody meant it when I told Ems that I wouldn't trade any inch of me for that air-headed waif-like chick with nice legs and negative A-cup boobies.
*Reading a good book. There's nothing like indulging in mental masturbation once in awhile.
*Being liberal. Breaking free from my comfort zone. Not giving a rat's ass what society thinks. So what if you don't like the way I smoke and swear enough to make your dead grandma turn over in her grave? Here, take my burning ciggie and go stuff it up where the sun doesn't shine. At least I know I didn't waste my youth sitting at home and reciting poetry to my dog.
To be continued if and when I feel like it.
Life's little equation
It's a mad, mad world that we live in. Everyday we brave massive jams, office politics, screwed-up bosses, just to secure our measly slice of the Malaysian dream. We, save for maybe those jungle Penans, are cold-blooded, materialistic bitches.
Don't like the idea? *Snigger* Then not only are you a materialistic bitch, you're a g-o-d-d-a-m-n l-i-a-r as well.
Alright, I'm feeling a tad whimsical today. Come, join me in my quest for a little happiness. We'll take some timeout, sit on the sidelines, ignore the world as it rushes by in a dizzying blur of colours. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, feel the the silky warmth of the sunbeams as they bathe your bare skin. Float. Drift. Dream. Glide. Slide. You slowly melt into blissful oblivion. You are the centre of your own universe. Nothing else matters.
Life = Love + Respect + Trust + Freedom
And yes, it can be surprisingly beautiful too.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Elegantly WastedYonks ago when I was still in Form 4 or so, I heard this song from INXS, "Elegantly Wasted". I still have vague memories of the music video where Michael Hutchence and his band members were jumping up and down in a bus/train station. But that's not the point.
The real reason I'm drawn to the song is because of the oh-so-deliciously decadent title. Elegantly. Wasted. Like the sheer, silky black lacy panties of a RM50 hooker. Like the innocent-looking sailor-suited school girl who lets strangers grope her kitty in a crowded train. Like the bespectacled chick who, by day, sits at the computer typing reviews. Come Saturday night, she morphs into a vampish cocktease...
Anyway, we all have our own dirty little fetishes and fantasies.
In another dimension, I would be Devon Aoki's double, sprawled out on a leopard-print couch, wearing nothing but 5-inch stilettos. I'd be eating frosted seedless grapes and drinking bubbly and icy margheritas from dusk to dawn. And I'd be surrounded by Zul-looking toyboys in loin-cloths and tangas. And when I'm in the mood for a romp...
Reality check. Back to doing my (endless) reviews.
The real reason I'm drawn to the song is because of the oh-so-deliciously decadent title. Elegantly. Wasted. Like the sheer, silky black lacy panties of a RM50 hooker. Like the innocent-looking sailor-suited school girl who lets strangers grope her kitty in a crowded train. Like the bespectacled chick who, by day, sits at the computer typing reviews. Come Saturday night, she morphs into a vampish cocktease...
Anyway, we all have our own dirty little fetishes and fantasies.In another dimension, I would be Devon Aoki's double, sprawled out on a leopard-print couch, wearing nothing but 5-inch stilettos. I'd be eating frosted seedless grapes and drinking bubbly and icy margheritas from dusk to dawn. And I'd be surrounded by Zul-looking toyboys in loin-cloths and tangas. And when I'm in the mood for a romp...
Reality check. Back to doing my (endless) reviews.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Vanity rocks.
Like Ems, I used to think that blogging was a bloody waste of time. It's like wearing your heart on your sleeve, airing your (dirty) laundry out in public. But now that I blog, I do find it therapeutic. And yes, vanity rocks.
I'm not going to pull any punches here, but I love the way I write. For those who knew me eversince high-school, I was the goddamn Queen of Essay-writing and it pleases me to no end that eventhough I can't write decent poetry anymore, I've still retained my flair with the pen (or rather, keyboard).
Dad: Self-praise is no praise.
Me: So sue me.
One thing that bugs me to no end is the ambiguous way that some people write. Yes, I know that blogs are suppose to be personal ramblings, but if you can't ramble coherently, then DON'T! Who in the name of my next-door neighbour would want to read something like, "I don't know why I feel the way I do, but I guess it doesn't matter because nobody would say anything about why he did the things he did..."
AAARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
Last night was a no-brainer. Everybody had something to do except me. Rozie was boogie-ing her butt off at Rainforest. Zul was.. I don't give a rat's ass. Ah Soon and Andruth were at the movies. And my good old friend Hing was too busy warming his sausage in someone else's oven. So I ended up seeking comfort from my number one fan, Kel.
The way we burn up our credits, DiGi should at least give us shares in the company.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Open mouth, enter foot
I had a truly rotten day yesterday. I always thought that stress and pressure were abstract nouns... well, not anymore.
The Oxford Dictionary needs serious revamping.
And for the first time, I snapped at Zul over some mindless matter. It was pretty embarassing later when I realized how silly my SMS sounded. I did apologize to him when I got home and being the sweetie that he is, he accepted my apologies graciously.
And then later that night I snapped at Kel because he took longer than usual to reply me. This morning I had to go through the whole I'm-so-sorry-about-last-night-I-still-love-you-alot routine.
Mindless. Senseless. Clueless. Drama. Queen.
I'm not myself anymore. I think that former kick-ass, pants-chasing chick got lost somewhere between getting half-smashed during ladies nite at Grappa and waking up at 7:00am to haul her ass to work.
There has to be a better life than this.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Lick my little kitty, pleaseA few days back, I told Ems to lick my unmentionables as a trade off for my friend's personal details.
Of course I didn't mean it literally BUT ONLY because he's so much younger than me. I don't want to be responsible for stunting his growth or something.
I've temporarily sworn off clubbing. At least until after my exams. I'm "determined" to maintain my 3-pointer CGPA. And you thought the horrible stolen handbag case was enough to deter me.
My boss doesn't know exactly what I do in the office, but he pays my salary. Isn't that just peachy?
Of course I didn't mean it literally BUT ONLY because he's so much younger than me. I don't want to be responsible for stunting his growth or something.
I've temporarily sworn off clubbing. At least until after my exams. I'm "determined" to maintain my 3-pointer CGPA. And you thought the horrible stolen handbag case was enough to deter me.My boss doesn't know exactly what I do in the office, but he pays my salary. Isn't that just peachy?
