Life is a roller coaster, huh?

A bunch of us didn’t have anything worthwhile to do tonight. We figured, rather than get wasted again (which would be tricky since tomorrow is another workday), might as well do something productive. We’re all broke (I’m spending so much money on renovations; Race and Hunter burnt a large hole in their pockets in Atlantic City and everyone else has started shopping for Christmas), so we couldn’t do something that requires money. That’s how we ended up visiting Matt’s grave.

Did some cleaning-up, reflecting on our friendship… Things people do when grave-visiting.

It was very hard for me, to lose him just when I finally realise how it's going to be such a long and winding road for some of us, and how glad I was that we had each other, regardless of how far apart we could be geographically. Whatever happens, whatever may come, Matt was going to be there.

I remember this clearly, not like it was yesterday, rather, like it just happened minutes before. He just got back from Zurich and he called me as soon as he touched down. How sweet was that? I'd fall in love with him if we weren't already so close.

It was a long and glorious conversation. There was no actual subject. At one point, out of nowhere, he asked me if I was okay. I made a mistake by pausing, and he knew. He told me some things, most of which I couldn’t refute. It went on for almost an hour. By the end of it, I couldn't decide if I was emotionally exhausted or if I felt like I just came out of psychotherapy after which I was totally replenished and ready to face the world.

"Don’t talk to me like that, like you could read my mind." I remember wanting to tell him that at several points during the talk. The words wouldn't come out; I hate losing control over my ability to speak.

Goodness. I hate him sometimes.

I used to wonder whether I should consider him my emotional lover, but as I was scrubbing his headstone to get rid of the moss that had taken up residence thereon, I realised that labels are meaningless in a relationship like ours. It’s not the label that defines it after all; rather, the way in which we cherish each other, even after death. Not even the River Styx could keep me from hearing him whisper at me encouragements, urging me to keep on going - to live and live joyfully. To refuse to do so, deliberately or otherwise, would be an insult to the friends whom we’ve lost along the way.

I guess what I’m doing here is that I’m apologising. Again.

I’ve been lost for many months. I wasn’t suicidal or anything stupid like that, just uninspired. I became a listless, thoughtless, pointless, feckless, toothless, meaningless, dickless zombie. I felt like nothing I did turn out right. Even when it did, I resent it more because something in me decided that I want to be miserable.

I wish I could say that, despite having ended things in such an awful way with Sebastian, I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t sad that we were over. Instead, I was glad that we happened.

I hate the fact that I couldn’t say it. For many years I’d been excellent at lying to myself. I even thought that, if I say it enough times, it’d become the truth. So I recited my mantra daily. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. I was still miserable.

I FUCKING HATE TIMPANI-PLAYING BIMBOS! I ALSO HATE TIMPANIS NOW, JUST BECAUSE!!

I was still miserable when I met and fell for Lene in May. Things got better, of course, but she had to go and dump me. Via SMS, no less. I was sad. But I’m beginning to realise that I don’t feel too sad. Maryam said that I should use black magic on her, to which I replied that I wouldn’t even dream of it. It wasn’t her fault she fell in love with someone else and stopped loving me. That, I honestly feel. I’d spent the last fortnight wondering why that is. I really liked Lene; she’s sort of pretty but amusingly deranged, just the way I like them. Was I not emotionally-invested in that relationship? Did I move on from Seb too soon?

Perhaps I did. Zaim mentioned on Facebook that, the rule of thumb when dating again after a break-up is that you should take how long you were together with your last significant other, then multiply it by two, and that’s the amount of time you’d need to properly recover from your last relationship. Only after that should you get back into the dating game. Anything before that are just flings / conquests.

Basically, I moved on 7 months too soon. That’s why it didn’t work out?

I can’t write anymore. I wanted to write something; I haven’t written anything since April, but I’m tired. Not because it’s late but because I haven’t had enough vodka this week. And of course, tonight has got to be the night when my fridge has absolutely no drink except for Soya Bean milk.

*sighs* *can’t even muster enough willpower to curse*

It must’ve been about three weeks ago, when I described “hell” as a situation when you have to vet through 100-pages of tenancy agreement, have three packs of cigarettes and three sets of lighters but not a drop of lighter fluid.

I take that back. Now this? Is hell.

Finish the Sentence...

Because I have nothing better to offer. Ira is awesome.

1. My ex... was this guy who said I’m the kind of girl guys like to have as a lifelong friend but not as a lifelong wife.

2. Maybe I should... start to tolerate people - apparently, I’m difficult to live with.

3. I love... Sebastian Alexander Cavanaugh.

4. People would say that I'm... curiously charming.

5. I don't understand... why the supposedly simplest things in life are actually the hardest.

6. When I wake up in the morning... I too, like Ira, just wish that I could sleep a little more, yet I couldn’t afford to do so.

7. I lost... my faith exactly 9 years ago this coming Tuesday.

8. Life is full of... lost opportunities.

9. My past... should make me a stronger and better person, but didn’t.

10. I get annoyed when... people just won’t take a hint – certainly there’s no language in the world where a negative response means a positive one!

11. Parties are... fun, until that preachy snob who is drunk off his/her ass ruins it for everyone – you know the type, there’s ALWAYS at least one at EVERY party.

12. I wish... I’m thinner and have better skin without having to work so hard and spend so much money for it.

13. Dogs... are overrated.

14. Cats... are also overrated, but I’m hopelessly and obsessively in love with them, all 14 that I own.

15. Tomorrow... I will have boisterous uninhibited fun with some friends in the morning, and then come home to quietly enjoy John Grisham’s A Painted House.

16. I have a low tolerance... towards people who persistently do and say stupid things, as if their learning mechanism was busted at birth.

17. If I had a million dollars... I will find ways to evade having to pay tax for it, spend it partly recklessly and partly sensibly, and treat my family and close friends to nice things and/or food. I’ll save whatever’s left, if any.

18. I'm totally terrified... to admit that I like someone and start a relationship - despite always wanting to be in love, I absolutely can’t handle rejection like a normal person could.

19. My spouse... would probably be unable to decide whether to love me or loathe me on most days.

20. My life... is okay on some days and sucks on others, just like almost everyone else’s.

A new post! Thank Satan!!

Maryam and I attended Rizal’s wedding yesterday. It was a lovely reception and the weather was nice, albeit a tad hot. Well, any kind of weather would feel hot when you’re swathed in glamorous baju kurung the way the two of us were. And I finally get to wear the Aladdin flats I bought when I was in Mumbai last year. Woo!

However, I couldn’t really enjoy the day due to the damned toothache. Could barely converse with the rest of the UiTM Law School gang who were in attendance, much less eat. I’m certain the food was great; I remember loving the pengat and tapai, though not much else.

Also, because our resident photographer couldn’t make it due to work-related commitments (so she said – she could’ve gone on a secret date for all we know), there aren’t any pics from me to share. You could hop on to Rizal’s Facebook page which I’ve so kindly hyperlinked above and witness the entire event’s pixelated glory therein; I think he even changed his profile picture already to show off his lovely bride.

After we bade our goodbyes to the happy couple (May the best things in life come their way, always), my partner-in-crime (and in getting humorously and near-hopelessly lost) and I decided that we were to do some shopping, namely for household and office decorative paraphernalia. Despite being almost flat broke with only a few ringgits to last us till Wednesday (gaji day). So we went to FOUR FUCKING shopping malls (SACC, IKEA, Tesco and SOGO) before ending the day by enjoying some A&W rootbeer float goodness at the outlet next to Taman Jaya LRT Station.

The best thing about yesterday’s shopping bender was how it seemed like God’s will that we go for it. For one thing, we always get to park closest to the mall entrance when we went to all four malls. Yes, even the blasted SOGO. You have to have even more than the luck of the Irish to pull that particular one off on a Saturday, especially considering that SOGO was having a sale. Now you tell me that that wasn’t some sort of a sign from above, eh?

Anyhow, some of you may recall my plaintive wails over losing my blinging phone strap – the one that I bought at SACC before attending Huzaimi’s wedding last year and then lost the very next day? Well, I got to replace it. With AN EVEN MORE BLINGING phone strap. I even added a touch of badass to it by having a skull hung at the end (as opposed to the sign of the Capricorn that I used previously). I feel like Kanye West! Woo!! Your girl is one happy camper.

I also bought a flaming red wastebasket at IKEA. It totally matches my fierce bedroom. Another woo!

As a side note, post-dental surgery toothache is so much more bearable when you’re with a great friend.

Anyway, Maryam remarked to me amidst our aimless borak / umpat-keji session that I haven’t updated my Blogs in ages. So, I figured an effort is in order. I don’t really have the inspiration to write anything exciting, or at least to write something in an exciting way. So I dug around in the abyss that is my hard drive, and found this fun little quiz:

Ever wondered who you are as a Colossal Death Robot? Well, your home girl did. So she paid a visit to this place.

And... Here's my result, of which I totally fucking agree!

Scowling wilfully towards Autobot City, you're Megatron!

Look in a mirror and feel the evil. Then eat the mirror. You eat mirrors for breakfast. You are a badass death robot. You busted on Optimus Prime. You. Are. Megatron.

Go outside and burn some animals, because you're worth it.

Declare your pre-Galvatron-ness with the following non-heat-sensitive emblem:

Heh. Bow down to Your Evilness, bitches!

Something new: Our… Something [FIC]

I believe that some things just must be written, even though it probably mustn’t. This is one of those things.

Sorry, guys. This was supposed to be posted over two weeks ago. Your girl is an incurable procrastinator when it comes to editing. So what’s new, eh?

--------------------WARNING BEGINS--------------------

Please be warned that this is a love story involving two men: one is an unconventionally-pretty sadist; the other, err, also an unconventionally-pretty sadist, albeit even more so. However, they are both extremely funny and when they are together; they bring me to my womanly happy place. So there.

If you are homophobic or are in any way uncomfortable with the notion of two men being in love and ending up happily ever after, please do not proceed further. I will respect you and not tell you the kind of joy you are missing out on; in turn, you will respect me and not bother me with long-winded hadith-laden lectures on the evils of same-sex relationships. However, if you choose to do so in the comments section, my friends and I will laugh at you in the most obnoxious way possible. It’s only fair, seeing that you are being obnoxious first by ignoring this bolded warning.

Alternatively, I could have you and your loved ones rotten-egged daily for the rest of the year. We’ll see. And yes, I WILL hunt you down for this purpose. I am, after all, goal-oriented and dedicated.

--------------------WARNING ENDS--------------------

TITLE: Our… Something (Because I’ll be damned if I can describe this one)

AUTHOR: Me! Me, damn it!! Me!!!

PAIRING: Janitor/Dr. Cox from Scrubs.

WARNINGS: I swear the premise sounded plausible when I screamed it in my head, but now I’m not so sure. Also, the Janitor is the Janitor, because I couldn’t quite come up with a suitable name. Set in the timeline where Dr. Cox and the Janitor are not merely beer buds, but much MUCH more. Heh. Oh, and my character voice still need lots of work.

DISCLAIMER: Of course I don’t own the show, Susan. Just look at the number of times Dr. Cox isn’t shirtless. (Damn it!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s unbeta’ed. Constructive criticisms would be highly appreciated. Anyone who’d want to point out grammatical mistakes, spelling errors and such are more than welcome to do so – my mind was too occupied with the mental picture of the Janitor and Cox making out to pay attention to what I type. Oh, thoughts are in italics.

Enjoy!

Hidup ini memang palat, tapi esok masih ada…

Some of you may recall as to where the above quote came from. It’s from the KAMI universe. KAMI is a wonderful TV series and somewhat recently-released movie that revolves around 5 young friends who found each other through the booming subculture of indie music and fanzines, and together they went through all the trials and tribulations both common and uncommon in the lives of young adults in this new millennium.

I LOVE this entertainment franchise, guys! I LOVE IT! I don’t always like local movies, in fact, I cannot recall the last time I was so excited by a Malaysian film to the point where I actually spend hard-earned money on it. Yes, I’m one of those people who figured I’d just catch it on Astro when it inevitably shows there during Hari Raya or some other festivities.

But not this one.

My awesome friend Amrul made this untitled post on Jan 12, 2009 at 4.11 p.m. on his Blog. I’ll just copy and paste the relevant excerpt hereunder.

3. entah bila la penerbit filem malaysia nak keluar filem taraf oscar. buatla filem seni. apalah salahnya. filem seni barat semua masih ada lagi unsur komersial. apa bengong sangat penerbit filem malaysia ni.

If you like, you could read my response to the above said blog post which I made on January 18, 2009 at 7:26 a.m.. It’s the first comment. You can’t miss it; it has my pretty mug right beside it. Heh.

Now, what does this exercise in copying, pasting and excerpting has anything to do with KAMI the movie?

Well, nothing really, except that it is one of the few recently locally-made films which I think is pretty well-made. Like I mentioned above, I rarely make an effort for Malaysian films, especially so since the late nineties. I usually find them wanting, many times insulting even, as indicated by Amrul in his post quoted above. I only go for screenings when trusted sources gave raving reviews, and even then I had been disappointed on a number of occasions. Conversely, the films for which I got restless to watch either got banned or abandoned, which only made me dislike local film scene even more.

Come to think of it, KAMI is the only locally-made movie for which I had blown quote a lot of money - about RM250.00, in fact. Yes, you read that correctly. RM250.00

The money was for:

· Movie tickets. I went 5 times. The Abu-attempting-to-be-The-Disasters-vocalist part was too damn delicious.

· The Kami the Movie books from Matahari Books. I bought one for myself and another for Ira, who’s also a fan. THEY WERE AUTOGRAPHED COPIES, BY THE BY!

· The soundtrack CDs for the Movie and TV Series.

· The Movie DVD which I bought on Friday the 23rd along with the aforesaid soundtrack CDs (several copies, for my friends and myself), which, really, is what prompted me to make this bragging / gushing like a besotted moron / whateverfucks post.

This reminds me of a conversation I had with Ira on Facebook. I remember I had watched Kami the Movie for the 4th time, and I came home to update my status on Facebook as follows:

Linness loves KAMI the movie. It's awesome! Those who haven’t seen it: GO SEE IT!! Those who have and hated it: FUCK OFF AND DIE!!! (At 11:17pm)

To which Ira commented as follows:

Ira De La Rose at 9:01am October 15
I laughed and I cried just by reading the film book that you gave me, oblivious to the people around me. Tak tau lah kalau see the movie how. Huhu. But I hate the ending. Oh no, I hate the part when Abu kioks! U know I love Abu, they can't kill Abu off!!

And I replied her:

Linness Yusof at 12:15pm October 15
Word, Ira. Everything you said. Wordy McWord! I didn't want to read the film book for fear of being spoiled, and so I cried a river when I watched the movie. It's such a roller coaster ride. Baru gelak-gelak during the multiple apology scene which was so cute and heartwarming, then BAM! Abu kicks it. Abu is also my fav (along with Adii - their interactions are awesome!), and I was shouting "Nooooo!" at the screen. Damn! And the last scene with the note... Double damn!!!

Now macam mane diaorang nak buat Movie 2 ni?! I dun want anyone else replacing Abu la. Gang tak sama, feeling pon lain. And I don't think I can handle hologram / ghost / memory Abu either...

And this was the last thing she said before I decided I can’t handle the direction into which this conversation was heading.

Ira De La Rose at 12:38pm October 15
i don't think they can make a sequel to that. it wouldn't ever be the same without him. and yes, i like the chemistry between adii and abu too, dari dulu lagi. i was kinda hoping that they will end up with each other. we're such a sucker for happy ending. haha and this movie reminds me that sometimes there is no happy ending, but like Abu wrote, hidup ini mmg palat, tapi esok masih ada. demm! why does it have to be so realistic huhu

For those who read my Blog but do not understand Bahasa Malaysia, well, this is a good reason to start learning.

Also, I’ve got to stop now. Because now I’m depressed.

Danny Noriega! *sob! sob!*

So, some of you would know that the new season of American Idol will start this coming Wednesday. It definitely will, because I’ve been stalking the ads on Astro’s Star World channel for the past two weeks until they announced the airdate.

Upon which I jumped around and squee’ed in glee.

Yes, unlike many people, I don’t count American Idol as my guilty pleasure. That’s because I’ve decided quite some time ago not to feel guilty about the sort of thing in which I find pleasure. I figured, feeling guilty about it would only distract me from my total enjoyment of the aforesaid thing. Hence, I would enjoy that said thing utterly and completely and anyone who thinks I’m a tasteless nincompoop for liking the said thing can go eat gorillas’ faeces for all I care.

Ahem! Anyway…

As only good and obedient American Idol fans like myself would do, despite it being Sunday which means we could’ve spent the day relaxing after a week’s load of work at the office or going to town for shopping sprees or to catch up with friends or masturbating to a particularly sexy picture of Adam Baldwin as Jayne Cobb, we sat in front of our TVs armed with plates of snacks and bottles of vodka and boxes of tissues and a couple of bedazzled “I *heart* Danny!!!” placards, and watched the American Idol Season 7 marathon.

We braved through all the audition episodes, even when it got so terrible (re: the Princess Leia bikini wax thing, Douglas, the Smoove confetti throwing guy, the drunk stalker guy, the father/son borderline incestuous bit… wow, there were so many!) because of one thing and one thing only. We, and by we I mean me, will get to see DANNY NORIEGA again! In all his pixelated glory!! On my 32-inch flat screen LG TV!!! No more crappy Youtube vids with low resolution and slow internet connections on my mere 19-inch flat screen PC monitor!!!! Woohoo!!!!!

At least for this one glorious day…!!!!!!

Or so I thought.

Yes, you know where this is going. It’s going down. Down town.

They did not, in point of fact, show the whole season. Instead, they showed all the audition episodes, and the finale. That was it. Which meant that I had been sitting in front of my TV for about 8 hours or so, enduring the aforesaid terrible parts, only to be able to see Danny’s audition scene, and nothing else. No Hollywood round when he wowed us with his superior interpretation of When I Need You. No elimination week when he irreversibly converted me to the Mazhab of Danny Worshippers with his electrifying performance of Jailhouse Rock and when he plaintively sang Superstar or with his mischievous rendition of Tainted Love that kept me awake with lust for weeks. Instead, after the last audition episode, we skipped all the good parts described herein right to the David/David final showdown.

Damn! Damn damn damn damn damn!! DAMN!!!

*flips the bird at whoever it was who scheduled the marathon for opting to show stupid Friends reruns instead of showing the American Idol marathon earlier so that we could’ve seen more episodes*

I am well aware that some of you would take pity on me while some of you would tell me to get over it already. Those who say the latter (even if only in your heads) are not welcome to my awesome barbecue party this coming February.

In fact, I got so pissed off that I needed 2 hours of writing a fanfic to calm down (which will be posted at Love Actually some time this week). I didn’t even watch the finale when it was aired earlier, so disappointed was I that they didn’t let me see my Danny in action.

And my reaction is absolutely justified. Some of you may recall my ardent best-not-described-out-loud love for Danny from my answers to some tags (i.e. self-promotion surveys) that were circulating on Friendster, back when I still had my account there, all of which I’m reproducing hereunder just so I could remind you.

And to make it that much more fun, I also am going to insert some pics of Danny that I’ve collected through last year, just to prove my point of what an utterly awesome idol he would’ve made, were it not for his elimination.

Q : Do you like anyone right now?
A : Still crushing on Danny Noriega. Satan, that kid just, evoke the most wrong feelings…!


Q : Last time you couldn't take your eyes off someone?
A : Can’t remember exactly when but I remember the occasion. Was watching Danny Noriega on my PC. IT’S SO WRONG I TELL YOU! My sudden obsession with him that is. This is so gonna be my worst ever guilty pleasure. Blurgh!

Q : Who is your crush/bf/gf?
A : Alright I admit it. My obsession with Danny Noriega has evolved from being the ‘I wanna feed him cookies & milk & listen to him tell me about his day in that campy way he speaks & amuse myself trying not to laugh at his facial tics’ kind into the ‘I wanna bend him over my workstation & crush him under my patent-leather stiletto boots of dominatrix doom BUT in a good way’ kind. And to think that barely a week ago, all I wanted was to be his bff & we’d go to the mall & he’d mercilessly criticise my horrible choice of blouses but worships my awesome taste in costume jewelleries. And then we’d go to karaoke & he’ll knock me off my feet w/ his divine rendition of any M.I.A songs which, for some ungodly reason, isn’t available in the karaoke database. And finally we’ll go get drunk on slurpees while trash-talking that dragon girl & her stupid bunch of friends we both hate immensely. *le sigh*

Oh, and this one, for good measure.


This too, surely.


And no, my love for him hasn’t dissipated one iota. I still visit his Youtube videos regularly while googling his name to see what he’s up to. As well as participating in the above linked fansite.

PS: I apologise to all the Danny Noriega Youtube posters. I didn’t mean to diss you in paragraph 6 up there. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve died of serious lack of Danny lovevids. Thank you, for fuelling my love and keeping the flames bright and shiny.

Dear Satan, did I just write a 4-page long rant on this? *facepalms*

Return from Hiatus

Or, as Sebastian puts it, “suspended animation”. Apparently, my Blogs the past few weeks embodied the very definition of that phrase, because I’m always animated (in my Blogs), and for the past few weeks I wasn’t, at least judging from my Blogs. Because I’m such a girl, though (un)fortunately not too typical, I made a move to pretend to punch his lights out when he said that. But of course, in my head I was running around screaming “He reads my Blogs! And he follows them religiously!! And he missed my updates!!!”

Don’t look at me like that, reader. I’m allowed. Beneath my harsh, violent exterior is a harsh, violent interior… that likes poetry. Or cute guys who read my Blogs and nudge me for updates.

Anyway, this will be a little longer that usual. First, what was up with the hiatus?

No, I was not merajuk-ing because Ida & Tania didn’t win TARA. Or because Ken & Tina (or, even sadder still, the Geeks!) didn’t win TAR. Or because I couldn’t buy that superbly beautiful Burberry handbag that matches my new Burberry umbrella and my new Burberry flats perfectly because it was priced at a tad more that RM5,000.00. Did I ever mention that I hate not being able to afford luxurious things? [bimbo] I so wish that I’m an heiress at the mo… [/bimbo]

I just, as I’ve mentioned over on Facebook, have been supremely busy.

The move to my new house at Vista Angkasa is pretty much complete. I’ve got all my furniture, my clothes and accessories are pretty much sorted out (meaning they are strewn about but at least I know where they are), curtains are all hung (my bedroom curtain matches my sheets perfectly! Thank you, SOGO!!), my balcony garden is almost done except for some finishing touches, and the bathrooms are all cleaned to the best of my abilities! Hooray for water heaters!!

Oh! I just bought a small fountain last Sunday! It’s one of those simple three-tier buckets made of sandstone. Will get it this weekend. I love it because it complements my bamboo trees nicely. And the way they both (are going to) frame my balcony garden… I’m so awesome. * sighs dreamily*

To quote Dayah: “Oh my god, gila self-absorbed!”

My library still looks like Hurricane Tyrone hit it twice, though, for those bitches who think they’re so cool and hate me for Satan knows what petty reason. *hair flips*

I’ve also grown fond of my shiny new desk job at KFC. Just starting to get into this whole conveyancing shindig. I’m not saying that I won’t get sick of it in half a year’s time or whatever. We’ll see. I’m glad I still have the time to take on translation jobs, though. I’m happy to be making a fair amount of money; my shopping habit is indeed getting worse.

Case in point: Yesterday, I bought three black turtlenecks from Marks & Spencer. They are of the exact same design, colour and size. I justified my purchase by making myself believe: that the turtlenecks are so comfortable (true); that they flatter 80% of the bottom pieces I own be it jeans, slacks or my funky retro skirts (also true); and that they flatter my body and current hairstyle quite nicely hence they are my current must-haves (oh so very undeniably true).

Not that it justifies buying three of them. The cashier who attended to me asked me twice if I was sure I wanted to buy three of them, to which I gave my calm affirmation although I snidely thought in my head: “Don’t judge me, bitch!” It also didn’t justify my buying a dress, a handbag (which was cute), a pair of black shoes that goes well with the said handbag (which was mighty comfortable – even more so than anything Scholl ever made!), 2 bangles, 1 necklace, 3 pairs of earrings and their superbly comfortable knitted shawls. Kinda spent half of my desk job salary there. Thank Satan for part-time gigs…

I also have been spending a lot of time at train stations lately, so, I have written more romantic fictions. Don’t ask me how I can think of romantic fiction ideas while waiting for trains / fighting to get on trains / enduring being crushed on all sides in trains (many times, by people who do not believe in deodorants / EDPs / EDTs / washing their hair regularly) / fighting to get off trains. I just did / do. Hence, will update my other blog soon.

Oh, and this stupid quiz application on Facebook that Amrul sent me deemed that I am as straight as straight can be. What the hell? So what’s up with the 16 or so women I’ve fucked / dated / considered eloping to San Francisco with (not that I keep count *ahem!*). Not to mention countless others on whom I’ve had brain-smashing crushes? Stupid Facebook quiz! As for you, Amrul, you just be glad that I like you a lot. *shakes fist*

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

The ‘philosopher’ Jagger said this. It is, unfortunately, as proven by tonight’s events, so very painfully true.

Anyway, I’m crazy tired from moving. Did I mention I hate moving and that this would be the very last time I ever move houses? I didn’t? I HATE MOVING.

(Yeah, I’d probably be packing my bags again in about two years… Damn it!)

The point is, I’m way too tired to do an ‘in-depth’ examination of tonight’s episode of The Amazing Race Asia. Suffice to say, Ida & Tania kicked ass! They did this leg so well - not forgetting to look pretty, sound smart AND have a good time all at the same time! They were so great. Also, the Firg vs. Farg part was so hilarious! *smitten*

And how awesome was Ida when she handed Vince (or was it Sam? I find the Hongkee Motherfish-Cakers so generic, I still can’t remember who’s who) his ass during the traversing challenge? Not only is she in her forties, she’s also a mom. Vince (or Sam, whatever) should feel so very ashamed of himself (and all men, too, because I’m so tired and bitchy and mean right now).

[fangirls] Girl power! Woohoo!! [/fangirls]

That’s the great part where I got what I hoped / wished / would kill all my best friends for. Now, on to the sad part where I don’t get all that I want.

FUZZIE! WHY!! WHY!!!

Yes, I’m quite pissed at her. And I’m sorry, but A.D. honestly didn’t look all that happy either. During the final interview, she looked like she was about to lose her shit, but (I believe) their enduring and fun-filled friendship saved her from freaking out on regional TV. Which is good, because after all’s said and done, they’re going to go back to the same country and (most probably) have to face each other on a daily basis. However, I would’ve cut A.D. a lot of slack if she were to throw a fit.

Because seriously, I might not have the stamina to do the traversing challenge in a jiffy (like Geoff – yes, I’m actually throwing him a bone, I’m so amazed at myself!), but I could almost surely have managed it in FOUR HOURS i.e. the penalty time the Vince / Same combo had to take. You could’ve rested and taken it slow… So many things to prevent the Hongkees from getting in the top 3 spot. Argh!

Yes, I choose to blame Fuzzie for the fact that I have to withstand having Vince and Sam on my teevee for another week. *Tasmanian Devils*

Though when I wake up tomorrow, refreshed (and less bitchy and mean), I would realize that they had been racing for at least 30 hours non-stop (most probably more), and that we don’t know if they’d had food, so I can’t even begin to presume as to in what shape Fuzzie was in. She could very well have been at the very limit of her strength.

I’m sorry, Fuzz. Your t-shirts and easygoing attitude were so great and enjoyable. May you and A.D. go on calling each other dudes and be freaky fun together-gether for many more years to come. God bless, and many thanks for all the weeks of awesome TV the both of you have provided me. Now, go reward yourselves with beer! You guys have definitely earned it.

In other news, how crazy were the Phils, changing detours so many times? The second time they went to do the carpet challenge, I was thinking they’d be stuck there forever and ever going back and forth between tasks until Allan had to go rescue them. Also, the Gandhi birth date thing. I laughed when Ida mentioned during their interview how the Phils flubbed it – how dumb have you got to be to think that Gandhi was born in 1977? At least attempt an 18xx, or even early 20th century, for crying out loud. *insert a generic models-are-stupid joke here*

Looking at next week’s preview, it seems like it’s going to be crazy tough – the camel thing looks freaky. I hope Ida & Tania would do well. Go, crazy fun mammas!

And hey, what do you know, I managed a long post after all!

Now, back to packing. Why the hell do I have so many shoes and handbags!!

Ida & Tania, still going strong!

Suck that, Geoff! Oh, and to the Hongkee mother-fishcakers too!! Yeah, I know they didn’t use the U-Turn in the end, but I, as an ardent Ida & Tania Victory Groupie, am honour bound to hate anyone who tried to come in the way of their triumph. So… *flips the British Bird at the two little teeny tiny softball playing mini-boys*

In other news, I heart Fuzzy’s “I Reward Myself With Beer” t-shirt! Except I’d of course change “Beer” to “Bourbon”. I appreciate that different people prefer different poison - to each her own, yeah?

I also profoundly respect that they still went on with the clay-pot challenge without much whinging. Sure, a non-elimination leg is due this episode, but, had they been a whiny weak-minded team (which they aren’t, as has been proven time and again) or, well, you know, if they’re Geoff (Satan, I just don’t see this guy doing anything to redeem himself!), they’d surely have given up and demanded to be saved by Allan. But they persevered, bless them. May they do well next leg (but not better than Ida & Tania).

Oh, hell, I admit it. As long as either I&T or A&F wins, I’m good.

My favourite joke told by the innocent bystanders was the one-handed man going to the second-hand shop one followed by the frog one. Coincidentally, both were told by women. Women tell great jokes! The only joke told by the men that I like was the ‘hips don’t lie’ one, and even then it wasn’t that funny. I hate the Chess one (the very first joke Ida & Tania recorded) the most followed closely by the orange juice content concentrate one. If you want to tell a joke to demean another person’s brain power, the said joke itself would have to be a smart joke. Otherwise, it’d be like the pot calling the kettle black.

Also, yes, I know I basically do this every Thursday. But this is the only show I watch and the only thing I can go crazy about on Thursdays for the time being. So, tolerate me? *starry-eyes*

Yes, I do watch Heroes, but that’s one fangirling per night too many.

Something new: In The Shadow Of A Rainbow [FIC]

What the post title said. Go read all about it in my other blog here.

Some of you might remember my favourite characters, fencing champions Mitsu and Kei. One’s a prissy prodigy; the other’s a peacock prima donna. Well, this is about them, again, because I find them to be a lot of fun. (And I haven’t found another muse for quite some time now, but let’s not bother you with this trivia...)

As for where this piece of crap came from, well, let’s just say that my imagination gets pretty overactive while cleaning out my cats’ kennels…

However, my hopeless romantic side wants you to know that the reason I wrote this was because I felt like I should write a story about someone’s quest for solace, achieved after long and continuous hardships; something mushy, slightly corny, and with lots of marshmallows on the side. Yeah.

If everything goes according to plan, which it usually doesn’t when it comes to my life, there would be seven chapters plus a possible eighth that’d serve as an epilogue or prologue, depending on my drunken Jack Sparrow muse. I drafted the final chapter first, and this is the one I posted over at Love Actually.

Enjoy!