dummy's guide to space exploration
(Wednesday, June 29, 2005)quite certainly, hitchiker's guide to the galaxy is a remarkably feel good movie that showers you with a rollercoaster of feeling that you get after a jazz concert. makes you feel intact. and i can't really explain how that feels like. intact sounds most proper. post-show emotion that'll occur will be like wanting to jump into the nearest jazz bar and dance the night away nonchalantly and cavalierly.
and believe me, you won't really like it. at the end of the show, nobody i know will truely like this show. vitriolic comments are very common. but i like it.
posers should eat more ice cream.
(Tuesday, June 28, 2005)if you're a movie freak/couch potato, you have to read this shit.
Top 100 Movie Qoutes of all time.
makes me love The Godfather even more. this line; I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse. got the all time #2 qoute. it's a line you can use for everything. example:
ask for promotion
boss, i need a raise
no!
then you go out and tell his secretary "I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse". then he'll give you a promotion later on the day. walla!
i can give 20G worth of words on how to exploit that line but at the end of the day, someone would want to crucify me. that ain't good. probably he's gonna make me an offer i can't refuse to stop writing on how to use that line as well.
it's a sentence that means so much more than what's written there. wow. i wish one day, i can use that...
not the usual rantings.
(Monday, June 27, 2005)i started a photoblog which i called:
www.dailypics.silentshutter.com
however, i DO NOT UPDATE DAILY, don't ask why. i just like to call it daily pics alright? daily sounds better than weeklypics or will-update-pics-when-i-feel-like-it. (ben - happy?)
test subject no. 14, please come forward.
(Sunday, June 26, 2005)disclaimer - DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. don't say i didn't tell you so.
yesterday, after much waiting and anticipation i longed for, finally, i had a chance to perform some experiment regarding the myths on how you can cure hangover (i didn't know how i got myself wasted while talking to someone who's just broke up). so, basically i experimented everything on myself to get the perfect cure for hangovers.
thing is, we're always stuck on the third party information; friend's friend told me friend so, my dog's homie told me dog, flatmate's ex girlfriend, magazine like cleo and etc. what bonkers is these information good for if it's not confirmed?
so i took full advantage of the tragedy and decided to turn it into a opportunity. to see myself not suffering the exact misery in years to come.
the first hand hangover experiment
date: June 25, 2005
timeframe: 7.05 am - 11.30 pm
research methodology: take whatever's available in the kitchen and gulp it down.
results (on the left, the red bold words are the test subjects took by the author and on the right, the result of the test subject)
1) water (h20) - made me vomit.
2) lime juice, lemon juice - i still purge like usual. ewww!
3) panadol/painkillers/aspirin - cannot.
4) 100 plus - instantly made me puke the fuck outta myself! but i feel hydrated after that. isn't that good news.
5) chee cheong fun - it made me feel better for 5 minutes. it replenishes the puking content in my stomach for 5 minutes, then i barf it all out again. hey, you gotta have something to puke on right?
6) red bull - i would definately shoot the pimp who told me it'd work. the whole morning never felt so foul.
7) fruits/vegetables/greens - uh uh, nooooo sir!
8) ginger tea, green tea etc - yet another myth. dammit. (dan, i'm gonna fucking get you for this!)
9) candies - sweet but nuisanse
10) vitamin a, b, d, d, e - it failed termondously.
11) aerosol and rat poison - THE ULTIMATE. i assure you that. it'll probably take you life with you. i didn't took supplement no. 11. and i am glad i didn't.
12) vinegar - it worked a little.
13) honey (as in bee's honey, not the person) - bahhhhhh!
14) cigarettes - i took it in my hand and then i remember i don't know how to smoke. go on,
mock me, i deserve every bit of that. i won't blame you.
15) urine - you don't think i'd buy that would you?
16) some chinese medicine for diarrhea - *shakes head*
17) sweating activities (jogging, squash, etc) - rubbish. i almost fainted. (ok, maybe i have bad stamina and it was 4 in the afternoon)
18) milk - it did little help too. (milo is not milk ok, and when i say milk, it's fresh milk, not condensed milk please)
19) chili/pepper/spicy things - it -urned ngai tong (it burned my tongue)
19) more alcohol!!! (i.e whiskey) - hahahahahahah. i puked the fuck outta myself soon after but i felt good and happy and went to sleep.
20) hot blonde & lap dance - took my mind off the hangover for quite a while i must say.
did i miss anything? i certainly hope not.
conclusion:
1) 100 plus is 1.50 a can and it went out as fast as it goes in.
2) chee cheong fun still looks the same after i puked it out.
3) there's no cure to hangovers whatsoever. so, buckle up, drink less and may the soberness be with you.
4) at the end of the day, i didn't know whether i felt bad because i had so many things at the same day or it was because of the hangover. well, i sure as hell can't plan shit cause i was having a hangover.
5) hangover is a very good excuse to sit down and do nothing.
the end. have a nice day.
(Saturday, June 25, 2005)
hangover is fucking bad.
it leaves you shitless and helpless. annoying and crappy. fucked and everything else that spells disaster.
how many times would this happen?
only last week i vowed to stop but i HAD TO GO OUT because my friend had a breakup.
i'm going to vomit now.
it's turning ugly as the matter of fact. thank god kim's here to chat with. (who the heck goes online at 7 am)
under the stars they had dinner.
(Sunday, June 19, 2005)
ted's done with his exams (YEY!). jenny's having a normal weekend life (YEYYY! x 2). isobel wasn't out partying (uh?). liEw needed a drink. or two. or maybe more than 2. therefore, isobel, jenny (whose photos is nowhere in my camera!), ted and liEw went for dinner last night. ted's leaving kl soon, so he said.
it was something like ex blogger's gathering cause half of the people there used to blog and the other half don't really update. however it was also because ted's leaving town. so it's a
something-like-a-gathering + farewell to ted + lame excuse to drink.
so there was alcohol in the food, alcohol in the wine glasses, alcohol in the beer mug. we have no idea how it got there. liEw got wasted bad. after dinner, liEw taxi-ed ted and jenny to bus station for redang. liEw didn't wanna go home that early so he nabbed isobel over to aero. poor girl had no choice, it's not liberal when liEw's around. liEw is a bloody communist. aero was meant to be a recovery pit stop for alcohol but there was booze in aero too. courtesy of ever so nice and encouraging tommy. bloody hell, people want to quit you know?
i hope you're not hungry cause THE FOOD PHOTOS ARE UNDERNEATH!
p/s: all photos are taken by Jenny @ www.elljay.blogspot.com*
darth maul munching celery
(Saturday, June 18, 2005)music of the moment: smashing pumpkins the end is the beginning is the end/the beginning is the end is the beginning
total alcohol intake per week: less than you can imagine. less than malaysia traffic jam, less than stars in the sky.
total tobacco intake per week: 0.00012 (not including 2nd hand cigarettes. i'm not complaining!!!)
total alcohol consumption ater June 18: 0.005 glass/bottle per week. in other words, fucking little.
reason: short term liver maintainence in progress.
maintainance handled by: Jack Daniels' Whiskey
period: unknown, undecided. will be back in action/service after full maintainance has been performed wholefully. time frame may vary due to alcohol abusive invitations and accomplice
alternative substances recommended: pornography, broadband internet, photography, whiskey/tequilla patch, anti-depressants.
good muthafucking morning.
(Friday, June 17, 2005)9.30 am - platonic porn encounter
much to my concern, the hangover actually pushes through a new record (holy fuck) and the mosquito attacks again!
last night, the room was so hot and mosquito population in my room was more than the whole billion from the republic of china. buzzz! buzzz! buzzzzz! bite! muthafucking bite!!! and as much as i hate to, i got the fuck up and fucking aerosol all them bastards to hell or wherever mosquitos go to when they die because they have no religion whatsoever.
it was 4 in the morning, after the catatonic drama of vermin genocide, sahara-like burning room filled with more agent orange toxins to start a world war ala chemical weapon, i checked my downloads while waiting for the air to clear, kylie minogue lingerie video!!! which turns out to be a straight on, no-gibberish lesbo porn. ok, wow. that's not really lingerie. and my basketball video turns out to be a latin porn. that eloquently drove me back to sleep, right away. i passed out while it was still playing. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BASKETBALL VIDEO, MACAUHAI???
11.00 am - woodstock was not meant to be missed
they must have had a culture shock of their lifetime.
these bunch of religious muslims in a van next to my car in a traffic jam saw me headbanging alone in the car, listening to deftones' around the fur. you'll never see so much confusion and puzzlement in someone's facial expression unless you told the person you just slept with that you're HIV postive. they thought i was on e or something. they just kept on staring at me afraid that if they blink, they'll miss a fraction of my deranged act. i was so glad to be in the center of attention, i smiled and winked at them.
11.35 am - if it ain't beer after all
i was fucking dehydrated and thirsty when i reached my supplier's office, i went straight to the fridge to get some mineral water. or coke. it was very provoking because the fridge only had ICY COLD CARLSBERG BEER!!! tonnes of them. where is the mineral water??? there was supposed to be mineral water here, or coke. AHHHHHH! hangover...i screamed in agony and went hysterical, in my head.
where's the mineral water?
oh, yeah, that, erm, you don't like icy cold beer?
*grumbles* not really. i prefer mineral water. thristy as hell.
it's in the other fridge. the one that you normally get the ice water from?
*shrink* oh, there's TWO FRIDGE IS IT? (cover itu penting!!! haahahhaah)
i need
song. listen.
(Tuesday, June 14, 2005)music of the moment: Underworld's Born Slippy
you have to listen to this durggy song. it makes you fly. blast it so loud, till the ambience noise graves then let yourself sink into the tune. take longer breaths if you're not high, if you're high, play it over and over again till you're sober.
for those who doesn't know, it's the soundtrack of movie trainspotting. watch that movie. even if there's a 7.1 richter scale earthquake, or a muthafucking gigantic tsunami about to hit your house in cameron highlands, go out and get that fucking movie. at least you die after you watched trainspotting. it's a tall tale to tell whether you're in heaven or hell. everyone's watched it. if you wanna look at ewan mcgregor naked, this is your only chance. a naked Jedi.
anyway, this are pretty slow lately. i'm looking forward for this weekend. don't you? fucking hell, it's only tuesday and i'm talking about weekends already.
even in the world where people can be superficial, stupid and selfish, there's still hope...
(Monday, June 13, 2005)music of the moment:
Pete Yorn's Lose You
Ivy's I've got a Feeling
that's just very true. there will always be something that'll keep you going on and on. doesn't matter how low you fall, how ugly everything arounds you turns into, there's that tiny blooming voice in your head, giving you all the reason to go on...
no fucking worries, not gonna commit suicide. not even thinking of it at all. and fuck no, i'm not denying the truth. and i'm not turning into a hysterical moron like you-know-who.
it's just that i'm having problem sleeping lately. one of those fucking winter-like melancholic season of my life where i'm just absorbed into nuisance. something's missing in my life. it's a cliche. if you're rich and famous, you wish you have more real friends. when you're penniless and unpopular, you wish the money and friends would drop from the sky. one would never mercy themselves from achieving more in life.
mine's slightly different. a part of me has been maimed out from my soul. i no longer have a camera to exercise with. tell me how can i sleep?
extra ingredient.
(Sunday, June 12, 2005)
national arts gallery. 2pm. the guards were sleeping. the painting was lying there, outside the gallery. yoke leng and i thought it lacked magic. it was a great painting though.
sometimes, compulsary extra ingredient is what it needs for the magic.
ABRA-CA-DABRA! - plastered pissing dork.
this is it?
(Wednesday, June 08, 2005)i can almost swear that for a minute there, i thought Jon was right and i was wrong. there's is a better place out there then my usual hangout, Aero. it's like someone tells you there's a place high than heaven with a better view and more cultured crowd, better liqour and all that.
for a minute there, not any longer...only for a fucking minute...ahahha
hence, it's summer.
(Sunday, June 05, 2005)i look forward for summer, not for the weather, it's summer everyday in beloved malaysia. the summer film festival/releases. fantastic 4, madagascar, war of the worlds, batman begins, mr/mrs. smith et cetera. the school's gonna start soon, then the complexes are all mine again.
just look at the releases, all the way till early august i think. it's
even music videos look better on summer.
***
i went to my auntie's house today. she's got 5 months old granddaughter. mom insisted that i put her in my arms cause she was going ga ga, ga ga while looking at my direction. i convinced myself that it was the plain lame wall behind me, not me, kids have crazy eyes. however, i'm a fucking walking talking kid magnet. they love me like they adore the purple dinasour in the television that goes i love you, you love me...
out of cordiality, i had to hold her because i can't tell my mom and auntie i fucking hate kids and this heap of muscles and fat here is not exampted too, so get the fuck off! that would just launch my auntie's eyes out like missiles from out of their silo. her grandma would be crying, the grandpops would be shouting. so mom ushered her into my arms. quietly, i told baby don't you fucking piss on my quiksilver shorts dammit, don't you even dare! i'll fucking crucify you, then maim your ass here and now and she didn't, how lovely, that saves me the trouble but the kid was stuck with me for half an hour. then mom cynically said if i LOVE her so much, we should take her back home for the day. it was at that very moment that i almost threw her away from me like how fast 1 can throw the no.2 gf away upon meeting the no.1 halfway and go AWOL.
holding them for 20 lousy minutes doesn't eridicate my antagomism towards babies/kids.
right eye
(Saturday, June 04, 2005)i'm having an infection in the right eye. not anything serious, it's pretty docile as the matter of fact. i haven't had a good sleep in weeks. if i sleep now, the bane would probably be gone by tomorrow. but i'm gonna be cavalier about it and read till my eyes bleed. i need to finish this book. machiavelli is waiting.
he said he didn't wanna blog. then he said he'll stop drinking as well.
(Friday, June 03, 2005)i didn't wanna blog. as the matter of fact, i was sleeping. it turns out that, i didn't off the light and a book was on my face, i was suffocating. so i got the fuck up.
but the music is just so good tonight, i refuse to get back to bed. my mp3 player's set on random play. i haven't heard all these tracks in months and years. the tunes were diabectically sweet.
currently playing
Blur's Good Song
Waiting, got no time to hide in
The country got a hold of my soul
Tv's dead
And there ain't no war in my head.. now
And you seem very beautiful to me
Sleeping, but my work's not done
I could be lying on an atom bomb
I take care
Cos I know you'll be there
You seem very beautiful to me
Waiting, got no time to hide in
The country got a hold of my soul
Tv's dead
And there ain't no war in my head.. now
And you seem very beautiful to me
i think this is the most underated blur song. and most beautiful also. have you ever seen the mtv?
today is yesterday's tomorrow.
(Thursday, June 02, 2005)that's probably how myn wee would put it if you ask her how's your day.
my day was like this:-
malacca - morning
afternoon - USJ, Subang
night - Bukit Jalil.
malacca was routinal. i didn't see any pink dragons or ballastic orange swine trying to bugger the dogs there.
if there's another word that means ordinary more than the word ordinary, i'd use it for subang.
HOWEVER,
Bukit Jalil was fun. 45 minutes of traffic jam and with ill-mannered drivers from my house, and i went there to JUST TO JOG. part of the June's Pickup Medic Student Project. because all doctors come with a complimentary white uniform and termometer plus that thing around their neck. because uniform is astonishingly sexy. so i jog like i've never jog before, till my legs were numb, muscles crying for oxygen. the girls were still running. i had better not look so pathetically frail so i kept going and going. then my pod, the fuel for my running stamina, died. just like that, i crumbled, less than 1 minute after the music stopped. my rhythm died.
i had no money to procure ice-cream or water for my thrist. the kid in heelys was staring lamely, provoking me to kick her right on her face. she would have been hospitalised with severe face massacre, if i had any spare batteries to unlock my foot, or my glock. that lucky lil' shit.
***
this morning, dad offered to get me a new camera in exchange for the company camera that's stolen. i said no and he insisted that he would pay for mine. but the new camera i wanted is pretty fucking expensive, i told him. he asked, how expensive. very expensive, 4000 bucks, i smiled, cunningly, knowing it's not gonna happen.
i could swear i never heard him said HUH! so loud in my life before, not even when he found out that i fucked my bro's car in an accident, no even when i told him i'm getting married next month, to a brazilian.
yet he look unimpressed. i'm getting a Nikon D70 after all.
the music chart.
(Wednesday, June 01, 2005)penny tagged me but i stole this from lynnzter's site. for absolutely ambigious reasons which i myself do not really understand.
Total volume of music files on my computer:
roughly about 15G-18G. every drive in my pc has some. hell, yeah, i don't know how much exactly.
The last CD I bought:
it was supposed to be COLDPLAY's X & Y album, but they don't have it. what the hell they mean they don't have it? do they have bennasi's album? NO! do they have marvin gaye's ALBUM? NO! embarassing they should be, tower record (according to Yoda)
so, it's some chillout album i bought last two weeks from rock corner 1Utama. yes the force is strong with rock corner.
Song playing right now: Zero 7's Destiny.
Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
1. Live's Turn My Head. I can't forget you, but I can't remember
that line of lyric says it all. ever seen somebody so beautiful you had such a hard time remembering them but yet at the same time, you can't remember how they look like?
2. Verve Pipe's Freshmen. For the life of me I cannot remember, what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise, for the life of me I cannot believe, we'd ever die for these sins, we were merely freshmen
the lyric also. but i've been listening to this song for 3-4 years and without knowing the lyric at all.
3. Explosion in the Sky's Yasmin the Light.
the guitar work, the drum work, just beautiful. the song is just one long strectched moment. the punch takes away my breath feels exactly like watching the goal of the season over and over again for 7 minutes. nontheless, it's suffocates with unexplained melacholy emotions punches throughout the song.
4. Smashing Pumpkins' 1979.
Classic.
i qoute a true smashing pumpkins fan that went to their last concert
"our fathers had beatles and led zepplin, we had our smashing pumpkins"
i could never agree more.
5. Andain - Beautiful Things
No one's calling for me at the door
and unpredictable won't bother anymore
and silently gets harder to ignore
look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see
what's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me
just let it go, what now can never be
Five people to whom i'm passing the baton:
Isobel
2pm Joyce
Ted
Jenifur Alicia Ooi
Jenny aka Elljay
