Category: Ranting Is a Right

Early Friday morning post.

Haven’t gone to bed at normal hours for ages – yesterday I slept at 12am, even Simpson The Movie couldn’t keep me awake. Just woke up and I’ll have dimsum for breakfast. It’s all good.

I’ve watched The Aviator. The true stars of the movie are the actresses, who gave me goosebumps with their almost flawless potrayal of Katherine Hepburn, Ava Gardner and Jean Harlow. Especially Cate Blanchett, I honestly believe she’s surpassed Meryl Streep. Couldn’t help but think that Gwen Stefani was born for her role – all those 1920s fashion blunders have finally made sense. Kate Beckinsale was ethereally beautiful, but, perhaps Ava Gardner was a tad normal as compared to her counterparts – which put a limit to Beckinsale’s progress.

I still haven’t watched Phantom of the Opera and I ought to be shot.

About my previous post, I disagree that everything tastes like chicken. Snakes for one, taste like a cross between frog and fish (I mean cobras and pythons). Crocs do taste like chicken though, albeit a tougher version. I suppose the list is quite tame, if there were more to add…what about monitor lizards, balut and monkeys? Even rabbit is glaringly missing.

Work was okay yesterday. We were caught off-guard by the power failure though. People only trickled in about 1.5 hours after designated time (due to the traffic jam I suppose and lack of working elevators). Was relieved that I reached the venue before it happened as I heard that the traffic was horrendous. How many more disappointments does TNB intend to give us? I believe we’re the only country in the world which capital city is still experiencing blackout at least twice a month (now don’t talk about less fortunate countries – you don’t compare with the lesser). Even our precious white elephant wasn’t spared. Lets not even begin to talk about water (remember my lack of shower recently?).

Apology is not what we want, TNB is not our fuckin’ friend. Why aren’t we compensated for the inconvenience? Afterall, we do pay our bills even when subjected to unnecessary price hike.

Okay got to run for breakfast. Laters, peeps.

Face analyser.

I spent my time doing really productive things today. I was getting to know myself quite well. Who needs Dr. Phil? All you need is a face analyser. Thank you, G.

My first attempt was a failure. System couldn’t recognise my face. For a split second I felt absolutely special and I was beaming. Turned out my very, super beautiful side profile picture was deemed unsuitable. Bummer. But nevermind…

Then I used another picture and got this :

OOh…not bad.

I used another picture.

Wow, it’s getting better!

Another one won’t harm.

What the fuck??

Let me try again, there must be a glitch.

This fucking isn’t happening.

Last time. Grrr.

Hey…*smile*

Okay, maybe just one more final time. Absolute final!

OMFG

I think my eyes have problems….

Lessons learnt:

  • Thou shalt not have eyebags.

  • Thou shalt always have make-up on.

  • Thou shalt not tilt face in attempt to exude sensuality, as a matter of fact thou might be mistaken as a bapok.

  • Thou shalt wear spectacles and pout in order to be (look like) a respectable boss.

  • I’m definitely straight.

  • Polka dots have really gone out of fashion.

    • Melting pot of feelings.

    At last, I’ve hauled my arse around to finish both Bridget Jone’s books. The first book was almost exactly the movie, which I reskon is the reason why the movie’s quite good. 2nd book was equally, if not more entertaning (always love a book which could drive you to shedding tears of emotions). The movie sequel is completely different from the book, what a major mistake. Am imagining how great the movie might be if only they had done it more similar to the book. On the other hand, I like the fact that Daniel Cleaver wasn’t reduced to some demoted bastard as in the book. Hugh Grant rocks (I’ll forgive his debacle with Miss Brown).

    Just gotten myself another job next week. Not particularly excited about working but work will start at 11.30am…awesome. Can drive to work in style without permanent frown because of the damn traffic. Probably could score another hotel buffet but I think this hotel stinks to high heaven so hopes won’t be high. Hrm, why start at 11.30am though….is that a stance to deprive me of a potential fantastic lunch?

    I miss Thai Club. Saw Jayn‘s blog and felt a sense of failure. How can I claim that I love Thai Club when I haven’t stepped inside for more than a month? Don’t want to be one of those people who say they ‘love’ something after just one forgettable experience. Arghhh. Must do some relationship healing.

    My diet’s completely ruined. People are just throwing food at me from every bloody angle. Yesterday, mom successfully destroyed my willpower by buying me some huge ass mamak rice and two bags of resam. Yeah, I devoured everything. Bad Kim, bad!!!! Did some 20mins of hula hooping after that, but to no avail. Spare tyre has decided to be friendlier this time around.

    Speaking of which, I’m fucking hungry now. Want to eat. Don’t know what to eat. Want to eat everything. Must be hormones.