Feelin : chillllled....
Ahhhh felt so nice to get back to the gym after that 2 week total hiatus - normally would have been ridiculously twitchy and irritable after not fencing or gymming for 2 weeks but i guess Mnite rehearsals kinda made up for it in terms of entertainment and exertion. Left the gym this time trippin on two kinds of happy though - the kinda warm happy when your endorphines are kickin in to cover up all that muscle fatigue, and the narcissitic kinda happy upon finding out that the Mnite diet ( constant snacking at night , 2-3 hours of dancing everyday) lost me 4 kgs. Unfortunately most of that was probably muscle so yeah. Crap. I think my eternal spare tyre of doom just laughed at me.
Actually physically cringed when Dola Re Dola came up on my iPod the other day. Couldn't really put it down to a reflex to get in position and start counting, or just being like, really really jelak tak ingat dunia of the song. I actually remembered that i wasted precious brain cycles the other thinking how can i physically express my searing hate for an mp3 or any other digital media:
1. Burn/copy offending file onto CDR/cheap thumbdrive ( Hard disks would be more fun to break, but they don't fucking grow on trees)
2. Pulverise it. Be creative - like...think of something like dropping it in a lecture hall exit stampede....label it "Blonde jokes" and drop it by some local feminist types....or come up with something suitably sad and engineerish like flex and stress tests. Whatever. Kasi hantam jer...
3. Incinerate. Flambe, microwave, or hold up the remains to a resident 'mulut laser'.
4. Scatter ashes over the mankiest bunch of urinals you can find on uni and take the first shot at it.
5. Cackle in smug satisfaction, ignoring the precious seconds of your youth you just wasted on the whole endeavour. Personally, i would have just pushed the delete button dramatically. Dumbass.
I might not be suffering from Post Malaysia-nite Syndrome( mmm sleeeep) but i am kinda missing the dancing. Trying so scrounge up some headcount for Heat at the on thurs. It'll be sooo nice to freeform bhangra again after all that choreo - and some dancehall reggae, salsa, and arabic music. Yeah, Metamorphosis on friday will be cool and all....but house DOEs get boring after a while no matter how many lasers, fog machines and podium dancers( okay maybe you never really can have too much of the last one ) you've got.
BrokeBack-to the drawing board
I haven't seen Brokeback Mountain yet, and its not exactly high on my list either. Everyone's going like, oooh its such a good love story oooh its such a well made movie ooooh they were so sweet blah blah blah. I already don't like sappy sad romances, what more between two men. DOn't get me wrong i'm not a homophobe or anything (theres a thought - a homophobic amar) but yeah.....i'll pass.
But after hearing Puteri gush on and on about the movie and Jake Gylenhall a super chunted idea hit me - if you can make a gay cowboy romance movie to such critical acclaim, how about a movie about a forbidden lesbian romance? Sayy...between Jessica Alba and Scarlett Johansson. Make them two lonely nuns in a convent....or convicts in a womens prison or something. I tell you .....you can have a 5 year old write the script and it'll still get so many awards they'd have to make up new categories for the oscars and everything. Cue some bad photoshopping...
Come on, how is that not a good idea! I'm sure most of you - women included - are already drooling on your keyboards. MMmmm. I'm a fuckin genius.
Their incredible off-the-hook hotness combined aside, those of ya who follow scrubs would have noticed that Mandy Moore cameoed in the last two episodes as JD's new super klutzy but cute beau ( they're actually engaged in real life - lucky ass bastard) . Serious perky comel and sweet tak tahannnnn....
You can get lost for a whole day in those deep green eyes and super pouty lips. And that sweet husky voice. *drooool*
Aand i'm spent. Catcha later you ghor-geous folks!
" Love is not having to pay for sex, but instead having to pay three times more for dinner, a movie, and flowers when really, it'd just be easier to pay for sex."
Ahhhh felt so nice to get back to the gym after that 2 week total hiatus - normally would have been ridiculously twitchy and irritable after not fencing or gymming for 2 weeks but i guess Mnite rehearsals kinda made up for it in terms of entertainment and exertion. Left the gym this time trippin on two kinds of happy though - the kinda warm happy when your endorphines are kickin in to cover up all that muscle fatigue, and the narcissitic kinda happy upon finding out that the Mnite diet ( constant snacking at night , 2-3 hours of dancing everyday) lost me 4 kgs. Unfortunately most of that was probably muscle so yeah. Crap. I think my eternal spare tyre of doom just laughed at me.
Actually physically cringed when Dola Re Dola came up on my iPod the other day. Couldn't really put it down to a reflex to get in position and start counting, or just being like, really really jelak tak ingat dunia of the song. I actually remembered that i wasted precious brain cycles the other thinking how can i physically express my searing hate for an mp3 or any other digital media:
1. Burn/copy offending file onto CDR/cheap thumbdrive ( Hard disks would be more fun to break, but they don't fucking grow on trees)
2. Pulverise it. Be creative - like...think of something like dropping it in a lecture hall exit stampede....label it "Blonde jokes" and drop it by some local feminist types....or come up with something suitably sad and engineerish like flex and stress tests. Whatever. Kasi hantam jer...
3. Incinerate. Flambe, microwave, or hold up the remains to a resident 'mulut laser'.
4. Scatter ashes over the mankiest bunch of urinals you can find on uni and take the first shot at it.
5. Cackle in smug satisfaction, ignoring the precious seconds of your youth you just wasted on the whole endeavour. Personally, i would have just pushed the delete button dramatically. Dumbass.
I might not be suffering from Post Malaysia-nite Syndrome( mmm sleeeep) but i am kinda missing the dancing. Trying so scrounge up some headcount for Heat at the on thurs. It'll be sooo nice to freeform bhangra again after all that choreo - and some dancehall reggae, salsa, and arabic music. Yeah, Metamorphosis on friday will be cool and all....but house DOEs get boring after a while no matter how many lasers, fog machines and podium dancers( okay maybe you never really can have too much of the last one ) you've got.
BrokeBack-to the drawing board
I haven't seen Brokeback Mountain yet, and its not exactly high on my list either. Everyone's going like, oooh its such a good love story oooh its such a well made movie ooooh they were so sweet blah blah blah. I already don't like sappy sad romances, what more between two men. DOn't get me wrong i'm not a homophobe or anything (theres a thought - a homophobic amar) but yeah.....i'll pass.
But after hearing Puteri gush on and on about the movie and Jake Gylenhall a super chunted idea hit me - if you can make a gay cowboy romance movie to such critical acclaim, how about a movie about a forbidden lesbian romance? Sayy...between Jessica Alba and Scarlett Johansson. Make them two lonely nuns in a convent....or convicts in a womens prison or something. I tell you .....you can have a 5 year old write the script and it'll still get so many awards they'd have to make up new categories for the oscars and everything. Cue some bad photoshopping...
Come on, how is that not a good idea! I'm sure most of you - women included - are already drooling on your keyboards. MMmmm. I'm a fuckin genius.
Their incredible off-the-hook hotness combined aside, those of ya who follow scrubs would have noticed that Mandy Moore cameoed in the last two episodes as JD's new super klutzy but cute beau ( they're actually engaged in real life - lucky ass bastard) . Serious perky comel and sweet tak tahannnnn....
You can get lost for a whole day in those deep green eyes and super pouty lips. And that sweet husky voice. *drooool*
Aand i'm spent. Catcha later you ghor-geous folks!
" Love is not having to pay for sex, but instead having to pay three times more for dinner, a movie, and flowers when really, it'd just be easier to pay for sex."
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