I am such a World Cup junkie.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 7:40 pm ::
Almost everything has been put on hold: church, bible classes, college classes, frisbee, my social life... just so that I can watch 22 sweaty men chase a ball around the field. Even my outings with friends are usually to a place to where there is live WC telecast.
Last night, I told my friend Tim, "You know what, I thought of taking MC tomorrow but I don't dare because even my football-mad bosses don't take leave during WC. If I do that, sure get into trouble later."
Tim replied, "Don't take MC. Just go to work like a zombie. Eh, later Brazil match you watching or not?"
Last night's Croatia vs Japan match was funny in a bad, bad way. Before the match, I asked B, "Who give?"
"Croatia give Japan one ball."
Unfortunately, probably due to my sleep-deprived state, my brain registered the piece of information as Japan give Croatia one ball. So I told B, "Okay, on whoever's giving."
During the first half of the match, I kept hoping for Japan to score. B gave me a strange look and said, "You're suppose to be supporting Croatia."
"Huh? I thought I took Japan?"
"You took Croatia."
"Huh? Not Japan give Croatia one ball, meh?"
Needless to say, I paid the price. Literally.
This morning I received an sms from Tim. He sent it at 3am. "Hey... Brazil won 2-0. I knew they wouldn't let me down. Now it's time for France to work their magic."
Strangely, there was no follow-up sms on France. Hmm. I switched on the TV to check the results.
France 1-1 South Korea.
I smsed him back, "Tim, what happened to France?!? Hehe."
I am still waiting for his sms.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
8 Things I Want in a Lover
I didn't blog yesterday because I was too darn sleepy. Heck, I even dozed off while watching South Park
Anyway, today I'm still braindead. However, at least there's something to look forward to tonight: The Argentina vs Serbia match at 9pm! Yay yay yay yay yay!!!"Lord, forgive me for skipping bible class tonight to indulge in worldly activities such as football. Yes, I know I'm such a blatant sinner. But I will attend Sunday service no matter what, unlike last week. In Jesus's name I pray... Amen."
I snitched this little tag thingy
from Felicity's blog
because it's kinda cute and I'm in a cUteSy wOOtSy mood today. *Think rainbow butterflies and pretty pink ponies*
8 Things I Want In A Lover
These are the rules of the tag:
- The tagged victim have to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
- Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
- Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
- If you are tagged the second time. There is NO need to do this again.
- Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.
1. A guy. I'm straight. Very straight. So straight that if you lost your ruler and you need to draw a straight line, you know who to look for. And no, I've never experimented with anyone of the same gender before.
2. Christian. Preferably Baptist but I'm not overly fussy. As long as he believes in God and doesn't cramp my style, like force me to give up worshipping at my church etc.
3. Tactful. As in to know the *right* things to say in super difficult situations. Case in hand: The "Honey, do I look fat in this pair of jeans?" situation. Btw, "Yes, unfortunately you do..." is NOT an appropriate answer in this case.
4. Can do housework. Because I'm totally clueless when it comes to housework. The only form of housework I enjoy doing is laundry using the washing machine. Especially the part where you put in softener because it makes me feel like one of those pretty, happy women in softener TV adverts. Yes, I'm so weird.
5. Can cook. Italian food. Chinese food. Thai food. Western food. Japanese food. BBQ. Hmm.. I sense someone is freaking out now. Teehee.
6. Will pamper me. Like, lots of backrubs. Massages. Cook for me. Bring me places. Make me laugh. Give me lots of kisses and hugs. Lastly, provide me with all-expenses paid shopping sprees.
7. Loves children and dogs. Because I don't like children and if he doesn't like children as well, then I guess we have to put any kids we're going to have up for adoption. I get extremely nervous around little kids. Like, when they get too close to me, I have this insane urge to kick them away or yell at them to get out of my sight. On the other hand, I love dogs very much so he has to love dogs too.
8. My best friend. Somone whom I can trust completely. Someone who will stick with me through good times and bad. Someone who accepts me for who and what I am. A supper buddy. A movie buddy. A football buddy. Y'know... a best friend.
Have a great weekend y'alls.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 7:38 pm ::
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
A long time ago, I committed a cardinal sin when I asked a friend, "So you play soccer, huh?"
He gave me this long-suffering, semi-irritated look and replied flatly, "It's FOOTBALL, okay? Only Americans call it soccer *insert disgusted look here* because they play THEIR stupid version of football with their hands."
Another time, I was chatting with El Diablo when I asked him something like, "Is learning bass guitar easy?"
"It's bass," he replied.
"BASS. Don't ever, ever, EVER tag the word guitar *insert disgusted look here* behind bass. It's an unforgivable sin."
Anyway, a few days ago I asked my father the score for a certain football match the night before.
"One-love," he replied.
"It's nil," I countered.
"One-nil. Not one-love. Love *insert disgusted look here* is only used for tennis scores."
I've been tagged by Ashish C. Yes, it's time to go on all fours and howl like a dog.
Four jobs I would stink at:
1. Kindergarden teacher (I don't like little kids at all)
2. Maid (I can't cook, clean, or iron)
3. Singer (I can't carry a tune)
4. Psychiatrist (I lack the patience to listen people's sob stories)
Four pretend nicknames I’m making up for myself:
1. El Hedonista
3. Paris (as in Hilton)
4. Sashimi Queen
Four movies I have watched over and over:
1. The Exorcist
2. The Ring
3. Empire of the Sun
4. The Punisher (I love John Travolta when he plays the bad guy)
Four places I have lived:
2. Kuala Lumpur
Four things I love to do on my weekends:
2. Play frisbee
3. Bum around
4. Hang out with friends
Four TV shows I geek out to, or used to geek out to:
1. Beverly Hills 90210 (Luke Perry... *sigh*)
2. Doogie Howser MD
3. The Wonder Years
4. Growing Pains
Four alcoholic beverages I’ve enjoyed on offshore vacations :
1. I don't drink
2. I don't drink
3. I don't drink
4. Watered-down vodka lime
Four things I could NOT live without (besides oxygen, H20, and miscellaneous life-sustaining substances):
1. My handphone
2. My mascara - all five tubes of them
3. My eyeshadow collection
4. My car
Four of my favorite foods, partnered with people with whom I enjoy eating said foods:
1. Lamb shank at Magenta with my lamb-loving colleague, MK.
2. Nasi Briyani with B.
3. Anything cooked by Thongs, with anyone who happen to be there at that moment.
4. Caesar salad at Coffee Bean with MK and Thongs.
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. At home, in my bedroom... sleeping.
2. Lazing on a sandy white beach somewhere in the South of France.
3. In Hamburg, Germany along with a zillion other football manics.
4. In Manila. Suddenly I have an urge to go to Manila.
Four people I’m mercilessly tagging:
4. sleepy to tag anyone.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 6:26 pm ::
Monday, June 12, 2006
Australia pwned Japan... flawless skin... zzZZzz
Watched the Australia-Japan match with B last night. Just as we were about to throw our hands up in despair, the Australian team bounced back in full force during the last 15 minutes of the game and wrapped everything up in style.
Don't ever underestimate those laidback Aussies... *affectionate grin*
During my chat with Thongs
yesterday, she mentioned that her sis-in-law commented that my facial skin was flawless.
Thongs: Eh, remember the time we took a close-up of your face with my digicam? 6-megapixels some more... and Miss J zoomed in on your pic and she couldn't find a single flaw!
Me: I get pimples okay?!? There's one on my forehead right now!!!
Honestly, my skin under dim yellow lighting from a distance of 1/2 metre or more looks reasonably good. But then again, practically everyone's skin looks flawless under yellow lighting. Under harsh white lighting, my skin looks horrible. So there. Hedo's flawless skin is a myth.
My gweilo lecturer told the class last night that when he first came to Kuching, he was overwhelmed by the heat and humidity. By 6pm he felt tired and in no mood to teach. But now he's like a dynamo compared to the rest of us sluggish students. His secret: Melatonin
. According to him, it makes you sleep better and so you feel more energetic throughout your waking hours.
Due to my busy social life, I'm extremely sleep-deprived. Coupled with trying to catch as many World Cup matches as I can, I'm totally wrecking havoc with my sleep cycle. Melatonin sounds good. I might give it a try soon.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 6:56 pm ::
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Evil meme from an evil bottle
Bad bottle! Sit! Stay! Rollover! *Whack!*
1) What is your IRC/ MSN/ Yahoo Messenger nick?
2) What's the first word that comes to mind?
3) What was the word you last said?
4) What was last word you type?
5) What word(s) do you hate?
"I'm sorry, but..."
6) Can you rearrange these letters to form a word: giismsn?
7) What is your favourite prime colour?
Blue. Is that a prime colour?
8) Have you read Da Vinci Code?
Yes. Twice actually.
9) What is the word of the day here?
10) Finally, click here. Now you have 10 words, go on and do this:
i) write an entry of between 100-200 words, with the words in your answers above included once, and only once.
ii) meme cannot be sent back to the sender.
Because of her slightly enlarged belly-button, Julie felt that she was physically challenged. Her only hope for everlasting happiness was an umbilicoplasty, but she was turned off the yuck factor associated with plastic surgery. How she wished she belonged to the therapy generation, where most life-threatening problems could be solved by lying stoned on a couch.
Information pollution on globesity played around in her mind. Apart from her abnormal belly-button, Julie had a morbid fear of being apprehended by the diet cop. Too many nights at the spinach cinema (yes, Super Size Me was on rerun) had convinced her that she should move to a tornado bait state. Hmm.. Kansas sounds pretty appealing. It could be her destination wedding - Wizard of Oz theme and all. Heck, she could even hire midgets as her munchkin flowerboys.
This is probably the most boh-liao
freestyle piece I've written to date. There's nothing remotely sexual about it, so it rates highly on my "not fun to do" list. But I sayang that bottle
(eventhought I have no idea who he/she is), so I did the meme uncomplainingly. Heh. And be thankful that I'm not tagging anyone because this meme is highly brain-draining.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 10:36 pm ::
My left shin hurts
A nosy little birdie told B about my blog.
You know who you are, my little reader whose Friendster nick begins with an A and ends with an X. A/X - you think what, Armani Exchange?
Btw, don't you get effing annoyed when you're being used as an excuse? Long, long ago when I was still oblivious to how fucked-up relationships can get, I fell for this guy. He wasn't good looking or anything but he oozed gallons and gallons of charm. He taught me that there was more to life that just movies and shopping. We would watch illegal races at the padang at 2am. We would sneak onto the rooftop of Riverside Majestic hotel and sit among the huge aircond fans?ducts? I remember finding lots of discarded lottery tickets scattered on the ground and I would imagine people committing suicide by jumping from the hotel roof into the swimming pool a long, long way below.
We had a good friendship thing going.
But it all changed when a close girl friend of mine fancied this guy like mad. Worse still, she told him, "I like you alot, but I'm not suppose to, because Hedo really likes you too."
BITCH. BITCH. BITCH.
When I found out (yes, the guy told me.) I was sooooo mortified, I could have literally killed myself on the spot. At that moment, I hated both of the guy and my friend for killing what could've have been a really nice long friendship. "Don't hate her," the guy told me, "Hate me instead. Don't ruin your friendship with her. It's not worth it."
"No," I replied, "I've made my decision. I'm choosing you over her."
"She's suppose to be my friend more than you. And she backstabbed me. I simply cannot tolerate that."
Anyway, yesterday's frisbee game was uneventful. There's some construction thingy going on at the amphitheatre, so we had to switch venue to the field beside the MBKS building. I don't like the new venue because it's hot (not enough trees to provide shade) and the grass there is long and very sharp. Furthermore, I prefer to play frisbee in my Teva sandals, so my toes are extremely prone to grass cuts. Ouch.
We played frisbee on Saturday and Sunday. Now, my left shin hurts alot but luckily I'm not limping. Last night I piled on lots of Deep Heat mentholatum rub onto my shin and it felt better immediately. Unfortunately, the pain is back after I showered this morning. Sigh.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 6:27 pm ::
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I'm trapped in the belly of a big black dog
GENERIC NAME: escitalopram
BRAND NAME: Lexapro
DRUG CLASS AND MECHANISM: Escitalopram is an oral drug that is used for treating depression and generalized anxiety disorder. It works by affecting neurotransmitters in the brain, the chemical messengers that nerves use to communicate with one another. Neurotransmitters are made and released by nerves and then travel to other nearby nerves where they attach to receptors on the nerves. Some neurotransmitters that are released do not bind to receptors and are taken up by the nerves that produced them. This is referred to as "reuptake."
I got this delicious piece of information from here
Seems like the pills I'm forever toting around are anti-depressants.
Last night I smsed my cousin dearest, "Woman, those Lexapro pills you passed to me... are those sleeping pills or anti-depressants?"
She replied, "Gimme the full name. I can't think straight at the moment."
"It says Lexapro 10mg escitalopram on the back of the pack."
"Oh, that one is the pill that make you cannot cum. Don't overdo it though, or else you'll feel super fucked up."
Great. For a moment I panicked because I did give one pill to my mother when she felt the need to get mildly stoned before a big parent-teacher conference. One thing about my mother, she lovingly nurtures the pill-collecting side of me.
For the record, I am a collector, NOT
Coming down with anxiety attacks are no fun. I hate being stuck in situations that are wayyyy beyond my control because it makes me nervous like hell. I get scared, paranoid, fidgety, and very disoriented. The shitty thing is that some people boil it down to me being a drama queen. All because I can still put on a pleasant face doesn't mean that I am happy. I'm far from feeling happy. And when I try to explain to B, he tells me that I have to get over it.
I can't cry.
I can't talk about it because noone seems or wants to understand.
So for the first time in my life, I popped a Lexapro for the right reasons. Still waiting for the happifying effects to kick in.
I need euphoria pills.
Happiness should come in glittery rainbow capsules, and not clinical white blister packs.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 6:53 pm ::
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
I'm rather moody today.
First, the strap on my left sandal broke during lunch. Thank goodness the coffeeshop we were lunching at was only 20 meters away from a shoe shop. I was being a total drama queen.
Me: *wails* Oh fuck... my strap broke! I can't walk! I don't want to go back to work!
MK: You can walk. It happened me to before. You just slowly slide your feet without lifting them off the ground.
Me: Don't want... I don't want to go back to the office. I want to go home.
MK: Cannot. Must go back to the office. Eat faster. We go buy shoes now.
Me: Don't want to walk...
MK: Or else you just stand still and I'll push you from behind.
Me: *happily* Oooo... can also!
So there I was, shuffling behind MK, cussing like mad everytime I had to maneuver up a step. Ironically, the highest step I had to overcome was the one in front of the shoe shop.
Me: Oh fuck. How the hell am I going to enter the shop?!?
MK: Can. Do it slowly. Just lift your foot up...
Me: Weiiii... cannot!!!
MK: Just lift your foot up, okay?
There were two ladies outside the shop watching me in amusement.
Me: MK, why don't you just go into the shop, choose any shoe you think is nice and pay for me first. I'll just wait for you here.
MK: Don't be ridiculous. You just have to lift your foot up. Do it now!
Me: You bitch.
Making sure that noone was ogling too openly, I took a deep breath and stepped into the shop. For one second, I imagined my sandal falling apart while my foot was in midair. Eww. So mortifying.
Poor MK, I think called her a bitch more than 5 times during the whole traumatizing ordeal. Sorry womansie... I'll download more South Park for you to watch, okay?
Anyway, I managed to get myself a new pair of heels.
I don't quite fancy the colour but then again, they're just for emergency purposes.
I'm migraining now. Too much drama for the queen to handle.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 11:05 pm ::
My five questions from Ashish C.
from India slapped me with five questions. Laksa
, this "Interview Me" meme thingy is definitely spawning like Gremlins!
Btw, I know how Gremlins breed (don't feed the Mogwai after midnight!) but I've forgotten how to annihilate them.1. If you had the choice between going naked into a room full of men or flashing nude in Times Square, NY full of christmas shoppers. Which would you choose?
Going naked into a room full of men, of course. And because you weren't specific enough about the men, I'm just going to assume that they're all deaf, dumb, and blind. But even if they were perfectly normal and healthy, I would still choose going naked into the room. I could never go naked in public. Eww.2. You are given one chance to commit a crime which would not count. What would you do?
Rob the Swiss Bank. They say money cannot buy happiness. I say let me try it first.3. You are kidnapped by aliens. They give you a choice - you either have sex with 20 of 'em so that they leave you home or you don't have sex with any and they keep you. Which would you choose?
Have sex with 20 of them. That said, I'd rather die than spend my entire life cooped up in a UFO or on another planet.4. If these factions warred who would win? X-Men or Justice League? (Couldn't keep myself from asking)
X-Men! No doubt about it. Those superheros in the Justice League merely prance around in bright spangled lycra body suits, showing their muscles and crotches. X-Men have better clothes, better looks, and better powers. I love bad boys with kind hearts. I love Pyro.5. Santa Claus has gone on holiday leaving you in place of him. What do the children get for gifts? Specify for Good, Normal, Bad and Adults.GoodGirls:
Malibu Barbie and a training braBoys:
Playstation 2 or X-BoxWomen:
Balenciaga Motorcycle Le Dix bag and a 20 inches double-headed dildoMen:
A sexy French maid who has never heard of panties in her lifeNormalGirls:
A box of mini-tampons and a Cadbury bar.Boys:
A pack of disposable razors and a Snickers bar.Women:
A Chanel perfume sample and a broom.Men:
The latest issue of Playboy.BadGirls:
A used tampon.Boys:
A used condom.Women:
A video of her husband/boyfriend/father doing the horizontal lambada with someone of the same gender.Men:
A photo of his wife/girlfriend/mother indulging in a gangbang with 100 men.
The Official Interview Game Rules (copied to be passed on)
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 6:39 pm ::
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Guess the bloggerbrity
I was in Sibu during the Gawai hols. Saw this lovely couple at Wisma Sanyan.
Unfortunately I didn't go up to say hi because I was too shy. Oh yes, that word occasionally pops up in my vocabulary. *blushes*
So I decided to put on my creepy celebrity photographer mask and snapped two quick pics of the couple.
Guess who the guy is?
For those clamoring for clues:
1. He's from Sibu.
2. He likes to, well, "experiment".
3. Laman web tak dajal lagi.
Speaking of which, for the whole Sibu trip I only took these two pics. I don't like taking photos or having my photos taken. A good digital camera is extremely wasted on me because I would probably leave it somewhere in the room to collect dust.
My pretty musicbaby, on the other hand, is never forgotten.
Yes, this is my sleek little Creative Zen Nano Plus. My sister got it as a gift from an aunt, but since she's a n00b and has no interest in techie stuff, she immediately passed it to me. I've always wanted to get myself a good mp3 player, but could never decide on the myriad brands available in the market. When my sister nonchalantly handed me the box containing the brand new Zen Nano and I opened it, boy oh boy... it was love at first sight.
Best of all, I didn't have to spend a single cent to own it.
My Zen Nano accompanies me everywhere. The power consumption is pretty low - a single Duracell AAA battery lasts more than a week at a rate of 2 hours usage per day. Once, I ran out of batteries, so I nicked a brand new made-in-China battery from the drawer.
Bad move. The battery lasted a crappy 4 days. I was running extremely low on cash. I think I only had RM5 left in my wallet. Still, I drove to the nearest electrical goods store and bought the cheapest Panasonic AAA batteries available. B thinks I'm half nuts for putting the needs of an mp3 player before other more important stuff (food and ciggies) but... sigh.
Yes, I'm weird that way. Heh.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 8:09 pm ::
Monday, June 05, 2006
Oh, for those who have not watched the DaVinci Code, don't bother. It's a confusing, disjointed mess. I was so disappointed because I read the novel (twice) and still I couldn't comprehend much of the movie.
I wonder whether the director and producer of the movie suffer from ADD? You know, make one scene and before it's done, progress to another scene and totally forget about the first scene... that sort of thing. I don't know... I just had that kind of impression. Anyway, B and I walked out of the movie halfway. I didn't dare to ask B what he thought of the movie because I made him accompany me. Somemore, he paid for the tickets. That's RM18 shot to hell. Oh dear. My bad.
Sibu was ho-hum. Food was abundant and so damn cheap. No wonder my teacher aunties were bitching non-stop about paying RM4 for a bowl of laksa when they came down to Kuching. I thought they were being stingy, until I went to Sibu and discovered laksa there cost RM3 per bowl. Wow. There's no such thing as RM3 laksa in Kuching anymore, I think. Blame it on inflation.
I am sleepy and hungry. Totally forgot my customary two cups of coffee this morning.
Will continue later. Hunger is overpowering.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 7:40 pm ::