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Monday, March 22nd, 2004
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5:02 pm - Postponed
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The highly anticipated interview with Mr. Gavin Simpson has been postponed till further notice (next week). Ah well, that's the life of a CD, last minute plans and photoshoots with Yamaha :P This gives me more time. Time for what? I'll just take the next 7 days easy (as I always have) and slack around some more. Gawd, it feels good doing nothing except eating, sleeping, going online and watching movies. I feel lazy... so incredibly lazy. I better beware I'm not falling into a slump.
Too late?
oDC won't let me on any of the hubs now because my file sharesize is too small. Bloody bastards keep raising the limit every day. How the hell am I supposed to keep up!?
I'm listening to Anathema's Judgement album. I am SO glad I bought it in Australia. Think I've listened to it about 245984702948602890 times, and if you haven't... WHY HAVEN'T YOU?!?! I'm so in love with it, hehe :')
I currently post in a forum at Ultimate Metal. I try hard to fit in and mostly I think I'm doing well, but sometimes I feel so left out. Fuck, I miss Australia. I miss going to gigs, I miss walking around the city, I miss the arts, I miss the cold!
Sigh. Funny how you can go from blissful to a little depressed within the hour. Perhaps it has something to do with Anathema ;p
current mood:  amused
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| Monday, March 8th, 2004
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7:30 pm - How fucking ace is Bowie?
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Seriously man, this guy is a genius. His music is so indescribable. I wish I had even an ounce of his musical talent :P
I'm a little bummed. Where the hell are all my real friends? Not online, obviously. I've been wasting too much time online, stupid to believe that I could form any solid friendships through telephone wires and thousands of miles of space. Dammit, Irene, come back already. You better have gotten your license when you return. Or 3 months out of town would have been for nothing.
Yes, I miss your fat ass too :)
current mood:  disappointed
current music: David Bowie - As the World Falls Down
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12:35 am - Damned Blogspot (and Blurty)!
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So anyway, blurty is pretty cool. I get to write my thoughts in here maybe once or twice EVERY FEW MONTHS! I have a couple of blogspot accounts. The first to which I can remember the username, but not the password or the correct email address. Just when I thought I'd found the right address, I discover there's a second account and I don't remember the username! :|
Everyone's got a journal, everyone's a bloody writer all of a sudden. Oh, wait a minute! I think my account is working again! YES! Blogspot intimidates me though. Wait a minute, this looks so different from Winnie's. She's got a cool little real-time message board on the side. Where's MINE? Sadly, that is irrelevant because I have few friends and even then, only like 2 know about this site. Blogspot sucks. I can't change the goddamn colour without having to enter fancy codes and shite. I can't be arsed.
This page is pretty enough, aren't you pageypagey?! ^^ (Ok, I just tried to update this journal and BLURTY DIED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE UPLOAD. BASTARD BLURTY!!)
Hotdamn, Stabbing Westward is great. Too bad they split up. It's so sad that all these bands I like have split up and I'll never get to see them perform live. At least I have my kidneys and a working rectum. That's good enough for me.
PS - Tom Jones is god.
current mood: chipper
current music: Tom Jones - I Who Have Nothing
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| Friday, March 5th, 2004
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2:48 am - Dedicated to a special friend...
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:)
current mood: amused
current music: Danzig
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| Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
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12:08 am - Long time no write
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Yes, so, um, well... yeah that's about it. I'm off to watch American Idol. Toodles! :P
current mood:  complacent
current music: Kylie & Jason - Especially For You (stfu)
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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2:02 am - Breakthrough
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MAJOR news to report here. I just got off the phone with my dad back home in Malaysia. Anyone who knows me will know that my dad and I were never close. Well, we just had our first real father-daughter conversation for about an hour. I've never talked to him for so long without nervously counting the seconds by.
Needless to say, I'm very happy but also terribly emotional. We talked about my considering accounting as a career. I think there's a lot he wanted to share with me when I was making a decision on which career path I wanted to take, but he never said anything because we weren't close. He wondered why I suddenly expressed an interest in accounting, something I had thought was boring all along.
I finally told him it's most likely a self-esteem issue. I'm afraid of failure. So afraid that I don't know if I want to try. Isn't that weird? I must be one of the most hopeful people on earth, and yet when it comes to myself, I'm a hopeless wreck.
He seemed genuinely surprised that I have bad self-esteem. Now's not the time to say he's not observant, because he really is. It's because we've never had real conversations. That's kinda sad, after 21 years... ok, maybe 18 since I couldn't talk till I was like 1, and I doubt I had anything interesting to say till I was at least 3 :p
Anyway, he told me that I shouldn't have be afraid, and I shouldn't have a self-esteem problem. He wasn't too eloquent but he did his best to get his message across that he was proud of who I am and he said four magical words:
"I believe in you."
:x
I could feel my throat tighten and my eyes started to tear. That's one of the most powerful things anyone has ever said to me. Not even my mum has told me that. Even now, I'm still kinda crying. Yeah, I'm a big baby but I don't care. He told me not to have doubts or map out alternate plans because of my fear.
"Alternate plans are for losers. You are a winner."
My dad believes in me :)
current mood: happy
current music: You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You (& My Dad Loves Me :))
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| Thursday, August 7th, 2003
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4:33 am
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I can't believe I'm listening to X-Japan. Well, actually, I can. About 90% of the stuff I listen to could be considered 'ghey', so this should be no surprise. But listen to the Ballad Collection (yes, that's the title of one of their albums)! How can any [girl] not fall in love with the simple and predictable yet beautiful melodies? There's also the rolling accompaniment of piano and violin thrown in for mushy measure.
I'm listening to one of their non-mushy tracks now, 'Orgasam' (can someone say Engrish?) and sure enough there's some cheesy gasping in the intro. Japanese rock is amazing. It's amazing how it's cheesier than Italian cuisine yet so enjoyable. Hm. Actually, in that sense, it's *like* Italian cuisine :P
My mum is fun to watch when she's asleep. Yesterday morning, she started mumbling. She said, "DIE!" before chuckling and flopping over. Another time, she stretched and rested with her hands behind her head like she was lounging by the pool or something. Hehe, isn't my mum cute? :D
current mood: amused
current music: X-Japan
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| Wednesday, August 6th, 2003
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5:26 am - Peugeot 206cc
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Aight, the first assignment for Copywriting Workshops is a magazine campaign for the Peugeot 206cc. Aforementioned subject appears to be a very attractive sporty looking coupe which transforms into a cabriolet at the touch of a button.
If you know nothing about cars like me except how to get from point A to point B with one, a coupe is basically a 2-seater (thanks to Koen for this) and a cabriolet is a convertible. This means, one minute the 206cc is a neat little coupe and the next, voila! the steel top folds back and it's a flashy yet sleek convertible! Top up, top down!
Earlier on, I was wondering about hermaphrodites. It's hard enough being either male or female; imagine having both bits and forced to decide which team you want to play for! Let's say you find out your boyfriend was born a hermaphrodite (he's male now). What would you do? Dump him or just carry on?
Some people wouldn't want to know. I, for one, would like to know everything about my partner. Or the important things at least. But then again, if I were in that position (which I hope NEVER to be) I might say otherwise. And it shouldn't be such a big deal if he's male now and you love him. That was in the past and isn't really relevant. On the other hand, it's not as if it were a small issue (e.g. he used to sport a mullet).
Also, I was thinking of another scenario. Do you think it's cruel to go out with someone who really REALLY likes you because you like her, but you know deep down there's practically no chance of it ever becoming long-term?
*sigh* Ethics.
Oh boy, did I get sidetracked. Perhaps I should change the subject title. I DO still have that Peugeot campaign to work on...
current mood:  contemplative
current music: Punjabi MC - Mundian To Back Ke
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1:57 am
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It's unbelievable how naive (or is it just slow?) my mother is. The sex hotline ad came on and she asked, "Who is that? She looks like a stripper."
Well, duh, Mum.
Also, why does she just LOVE to interrupt every time I'm watching TV?! She seems to be incapable of differentiating between an appropriate and inappropriate moment to relate useless celebrity gossip to me! Like I bloody care if so-and-so is dating whatzerugleeface!
current mood:  annoyed
current music: LeAnn Rimes shite music on TV for her concert ad
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| Tuesday, August 5th, 2003
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11:01 pm - Rehashing the Fall of the Graceless
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What I’d predicted to be an uneventful 2-day getaway turned out quite extraordinary.
The first day was very promising. It promised to be a long drive with plenty of chance for motion-sickness.
Things started to pick up when we reached the Twelve Apostles. Pastel-painted skies over glimmering turquoise waters were an invitation for photo opportunities.
There was something inviting as well about the atmosphere, prompting my friend and I to stand atop a rock and bellow like Vikings.
And like Vikings, we struck fear in the hearts of passers-by scurrying along with their hands wrapped protectively around their young.
So blissful in ignorance was I that I had no idea I’d consumed koala pie until the next day.
“What! Poor animal!” I exclaimed through a mouthful of kangaroo kebab.
Call it karma, for when I tried to impress my fellow friends as a nimble-footed hiker, my combination of acrophobia and lack of balance proved impotent.
Reduced to a squirming mass of nerves, I bungled my way down the mountain.
In an attempt to stay positive, I asked my friend, “Are we going clubbing tonight?”
The next thing I knew, I heard a crunch as I landed with my left ankle turned inward awkwardly.
Nevertheless, I was determined to remain a cheery disposition while two of my friends took turns carrying me.
“So much for clubbing,” I joked, trying not to wince as my shirt rode up and my jeans slid down whenever we plunged a step forward.
It was definitely good that it was the last leg of the trip. Would I say I have any regrets?
Heck, no.
At least I have a cool story to tell when people ask me how I feel with a broken ankle and another badly sprained.
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10:31 pm - The Beginning of Great Things to Come
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Well well, I've finally got an online journal up and running! It's about damn time too. I must have registered on at least 3 other sites but being the dink I am, I forgot all my usernames/passwords. Naturally, I haven't the patience to try and dig them all up.
I'm watching Rove Live now. Jason Biggs is one of the guests. I remember him from that old tv series about that detective. I used to think he was pretty cute, and I still do :p
My mum is silly. She likes to point out the obvious. Le sigh. I really need to use the bathroom, but being forced to use crutches is making me even lazier. Yes, even to use the bathroom.
Alright, Mr. Biggs is on now. See ya later.
current mood: complacent
current music: Eva Cassidy - Fever
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