Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Can you say "Forced Imsonia"?

I'm forcing myself to stay awake and risk having a pseudo-narcoleptic attack at work in just 5 hours just so I can find out whether saving the cheerleader really does mean saving the world.

That's right, I'm watching "Heroes". 4 episodes back to back. You won't believe how fast the net can be at this hour. BTW, Heroes is, I think, in a nutshell, cut from the same cloth as Lost. So if you don't like Lost (your loss), feel free to give it a miss.

Those shows, plus The Office AND 24 too. Which is why I'm ignoring everybody's (and I do mean EVERYfreakinBODY!) suggestion to watch Prison Break. I like it, sure. Any show that uses Massive Attack's Teardrops (HOUSE!) is ok by me. But having to think about how Kate and Sawyer will escape the Others, wonder whose throat Jack MUTHAF@$KING Bauer is going to bite off next, figure out who has what powers AND root for Jim & Pam to HOOK UP ALREADY!!! is more than enough for me without wondering why the show is still called Prison Break when they're already outside.

On another note, I don't want to be Michael Scofeld when it's tattoo removal time.

And if my brain needs a rest, hello Desperate Housewives! (Wonder if Julie got my proposal?)

Alright, I suppose I've stayed up long enough. I'm going to go sleep for 2 hours, only to be rudely awakened by my mom 2 hours later and she'll complain about me being tardy and I need to hurry up and I need to eat my breakfast, yada yada yada. Good Tuesday mornin' to you.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

I didn't take any photos. Nor any videos. Mainly because the Motorola L7 stinks. Sometimes.

Ah well. There's always YouTube.



Needless to say, despite my situation that night, Muse still r0x0rs mah b0x0rs! That's how good they are. Here's hoping they come back real soon.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Ok, from this day forth, the next person who ever sends me an e-mail with pictures of dead people, e.g. some guy getting squashed by an improbably huge slab of marble, I will enter his or her e-mail address in every single entry form I can find so that his or her inbox will be spammed to submission. Deal?
Someday, this might happen to me.

Until then, bring on the Panadol!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

I should probably update this thing.

Eventually.

At some point.

Yeah.

Good night.

Monday, January 01, 2007

3 notes to take from yesterday

1) The sight of piles of noodles next to piles of chicken and a whole lotta soup and chilli nearly made me tear up. So did the sight of sheep thrashing about with the necks half chopped, but for a different reason. So I have a soft heart, sue me.

B) Seeing the boys in my room, how in the name of McDonald's did my Dad ever cope with having 6 or so (I've lost count) siblings?

Zed) Be careful when discussing pop music. You never know when a complete stranger will mock you for it. Oh, and congratulations to Fort Minor for "Where'd You Go" being the top song of the year.
-ahem-

To repeat myself:

Assert My Independence.

Stop Being A Doormat.

And for pity's sake, Stop Complaining! For one thing, I suck at it. I mean, really, I've seen a few bloggers who complain in prose so beautiful, to call it "complaining" would be an insult.