Feelin : *yawwwn*
Listening to : i'm glad there is you - Jamie Cullum

Phoaar damn syiok - just added a whole whack of yummy albums to my playlist - Daniel Powter ( think half Will Young, half James Blunt) , The Darkness, more Coltrane, Keith Urban, Faith Hill, Marcell ( the indon one) , Robbie Williams and Westlife. If you could somehow take cocaine through your ears, it still wouldnt match the aural bliss im wallowing in. (I'm just guessin here, okay!)

..before i forget, a quote by the housie downstairs on morning breath problems:
" Solve it with...chewing GiM!!" * enthusiastic kitschy pose*
** no its not a typo

...no, but yeah, like, somefink...

Just recovered from a tiring but stupidly fun weekend at Notts - Naz's birthday soiree. I'm sure she never saw the skit - and especially the birthday song - coming. Props to Su for coming up with the script thats so hilariously sakit otak and Puteri & Elle for the birthday dance. You could almost smell the redneckness & the moonshine-stained dungarees. I can't take the credit for the dinner either - i did have a bevy of gourgeous executive kitchen assistants kan? And of course the birthday girl herself for hosting the whole shebang. BUt seriously, bruschetta, pasta and chocolate fondue is so salah for breakfast, okay?

A bunch of hilarious quotes hidden in a bowl of fruity goodness.

Oh yeah, krispy kreme for whoever describes that sound i made sleeping in the most hilarious way. Serious i tak percaya. Now excuse me while i take another shower to try and wash off all that oestrogen.

Singsoc Xmas dinner

The Singsoc Christmas dinner was excellent. I'd say the 12 pounds covered the food , goodies and the entertainment, but seeing our own Wavey in the blindfolded dancing game alone was bloody well worth it. Along with all the squeaky laughter afterwards - inhaling that much helium can't be good forya.

Haven't had such a traditionally English xmas dinner since Oundle. Down to the xmas crackers and those doofy paper hats. The only thing was that they substituted brussels sprouts with long beans.

Wavey enjoying his food, perhaps a little too much.

No, i dont think Taib's gonna give up his spinny whistly thing.

Okay kids thats it for show and tell time.

Actually i think i had quite a bit to rant about - lotsa personal views on some really fucked up things about Malaysian politics, religion and the justice system. Luckily, i got it all off my chest by "discussing" on MSN ( you know who you are , word!) , sparing me another whole bunch of typing and bringing up sensitive issues that might just rub some of you guys the wrong way - well that and the ever present possibility of (yes i know i used this before) having some bored ass government servant/jakim lackey that didn't even pass PMR tell on me after coming across my little online spitting room on their 5th tea break of the day and having "plain clothes" police ( think checkered cheap shirts tucked into cheap faded jeans , with a cheap baseball cap and cheap handlebar moustache) drag me off straight from KLIA to a disused tin mine for a 'chat'.

Hence, here's a safe, family friendly ( okay maybe not the swearing) rant.

Archeology + Hollywood = Adventure + Bullshit

Just watched the myth a coupla weeks ago. Yeah the effects are good and all for a Jacky Chan movie, but like other English Jacky Chan movies (probably save for Rush Hour) the story stank worse than a dead vegas hooker whose been rotting in a dumpster for a summer week. Its like they hired a trained ( dubious) monkey to hammer out the script. C'mon - anti gravity ore, a korean concubine, and a mongolian general who for some reason ends up buried in an indian temple in a floating sarchophagus suspended by aforementioned ore. I can't be the only one who thought the movie took a bit of a piss at indians too.

In the end they find the mythical tomb of the first emperor of China. They kept to the myth of having a roof inset with jewels to mirror the stars, and a minature of the whole of china with rivers that flowed mercury. Only they decided to have everything suspended in zero grav. Seriously. WTF.

I'd hate to have be the sad git who'd have to dust the damn place.

Also, in the end, just like every other movie where the protagonist goes through a life-threatening series of misadventures , close calls and femme fatales to find some long lost tomb, cache of treasure or artifact of god-like powers some numbnut manages to find the compulsory self destruct trigger , everything goes fuckall and the hero escapes alone or with a random ditzy chick and the villian dies chasing the treasure. Dahling thats sooo Indiana Jones - or The Mummy....or King Solomon's Mines...hell even The goddamned Goonies.

Don't touch anything. Yeah right.

Makes absolutely no sense doesnt it? Imagine Shih Huang Ti sayin this:

Emperor: I want an amazing tomb, filled with all my treasures, possessions, and battalions of terracotta guards.

Underlings: Yes my liege.

Emperor: I want it to also be a monument to my greatness and dominion in my reign - i know! Mirror the skies with precious stones and the rivers that feed the land with quicksilver! Of course the artisans will have to be killed so they can never replicate that glory.

Underlings: I....guess... we can do that..

Emperor: Oooh ooh i know and then we can hide it where nobody will ever bloody find it!

Underlings: [silence]

Emperor: And in the unlikely event that someone finds it, we'll have deviously engineered death traps!

Underlings: *whispers* i think he's losing it.

Emperor: If some hero manages to set foot in my tomb or touches anything, everything will just get all fucked up! Boom! Blam! Aieee!! *throws hands in the air*

Underlings: ............

But of course, thats all just in the movies. Real archeology is super boring bullshit that takes painfully long hours dusting buildings with paintbrushes , months of detective work in pallid, obscure libraries and massive bureucracy and politicking over discovery rights - look at the Elgin Marbles. You never know tho...some unwitting archeology grad might just step on the wrong floor tile at the Terracotta warrior complex and have the whole place crumble into a big heap of char siew. Or maybe that fat falafel scarfing liar Zahi Hawass(egyptian director of antiquities) will open the wrong tunnel in the Great Pyramid and unleash a plague that will scour the earth. A proper "boils and pustules" plague, not just a throng of fashion victim hongkeys with unbelievably annoying accents.



Whichever pharoah( still under debate) who build the pyramids has got the right idea tho. Imagine having a sweet tomb like that. Too bad the stripped down the original white limestone cover stones to build freakin Cairo and melted down the massive gold apex to make fuck knows what. But of course there are those crazies who still say that the pyramids were build by aliens or some older civilization ( maybe i'll bore you with all my pre-flood civilization stories another day) as some kind of transmitter or beacon or geometrical message.

But fuck that. I have greater worries now. Like my Carbon footprint coursework...and getting the irritatingly happy and catchy Westlife song ( Change Your Mind) outta my head. I'm gonna top this one off with the chorus from that Jamie Cullum song - seriously babes that song is soo good. And in case you were psychoanalyzing or thinking that i'm scandaliciously head over heels or anything of the sort, i'm not, mkays. I just like that song SOOO much.

in this world of ordinary people...
extraordinary people,
i'm glad there is you

in this world of overrated pleasures
and underrated treasures,
i'm glad there is you.