flawed work of art.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006 @ 2:30 am
a typical sunday for me goes like this:
9.00 am: wake up to phone vibration.
9.45 am: walk to church.
10.00 am: mass.
11.00 am: walk home.
11.15 am: breakfast.
12 pm: turn on laptop.

seriously, that's how I waste spend my sundays here. but, the past one was different. sortta. just that my laptop session ended at close to 1pm, cos' went to london to go 'shopping' with hilly. I say 'shopping' cos' well, I seldom buy anything. wait a sec, I hardly buy anything inedible. roflmao. now, why did I gain 7 kilos when I came here again?

inedible purchases in uk:
- skateboard
- airline ticket penalty (thank you malaysian airlines for being such a pain)
- movie tickets
- producer musical ticket
- oyster bus passes
- train tickets
- presents
- mobile phone top-ups
- testpad
- a jacket, only to get a full refund later as there was a hole in the pocket
- pair of boxers
- producer tee
- tee with stars
- tank with 'england' plastered on
- tigger pj's
- flannel pj's
*looks around room*
- greeting cards
- postage
- correction fluid
- files
- hole puncher
- staples
- eraser
- pencil lead
- apocalyptica album
- guitar earrings
- spider earrings (all earrings have either mysteriously grown wings and flown away or taken by bestfriends)

that's the whole 10 months I've been here. I should've drawn up this list before going to niketown in oxford circus. I would've bought that green nike tee with purple fonts or even the damn nice white sling. grarr! I hate you nike people who design nice stuff and display them in the nicest ways possible. hil, you should've bought the shoes. they were bee you ti ful. reasonably priced too. cheaper than my dunks, ok?! the pair of nikes my housemate almost bought were a piece of art, lust at first sight for me & I passed the virus to her. haha. sadly, no one understood my love for the striking green tee with purple font. good-lah, maybe next month, they'll sell it for half their original price. (30 pounds now) faisal & I both agree that nike stuff are more expensive back home (m'sia & s'pore) after conversion. see ar, 30 pound nike shirt = 210 ringgit. that isn't too bad for m'sian standards, although the nike in jb sells disgusting looking stuff. probably all the rejects from brunei or something. hil's 50 pounds nike shoes.. that's 350 ringgit. that is also cheap for nike standards wei. am not gonna shop in m'sia & s'pore. but instead, am gonna use that money to buy nicer stuff here. wishful thinking, I know. butbutbut... hold on, I know what you're thinking. celine is a brand chaser. I scoff at you who believe this. fact: nike put in A LOT of money into marketing and advertising. we're talking about millions here, alright, kids? and we, yes, us, you and me, are all victims of the mass media. we fall hook, line and sinker for them. you may be going, 'hell no! I don't support nike! or any of those expensive brands!' ah, but ponder on this: how did you know about those expensive brands? saw it on a commercial? ring the bell, we got a victim! friend told you? that's advertising via word of mouth. so, you try escaping from the vicious claws of advertising. even my dad, the most humblest of humbles understands the prestige of nike and gladly boasts about his nike golf polo that has his initials on the sleeve. why do I like nike? because they make a swoosh tick look cool. because they have nice designs. and folks, it's not cos' of the price tag. I mean, think about it logically ar, you don't wear clothes with the price tags still on them right?
metrosexual A to metrosexual B: check out my new gucci male purse! 400 pounds, ok?! *points out price tag still hanging from the zipper*
metrosexual B: wanna see my dolce & gabbana boxers? the price tag has been giving me a wedgie all day!
saw a damn pretty guy smoking outside united colours of benetton. as hil very aptly described, he looks like one of those guys from final fantasy. so pretty!
hil: now I know how I want my boyfriend to look like.
me: no! then he'll be prettier than you.
no offence hil. you ARE pretty, but if your boyfriend is prettier than you, that is so sad. I should know... dotdotdot.
went to the booth for london film fest in leicester square and got disappointed. =( yep, the tix for nightmare in 3D all sold out. why am I not surprised? there's only ONE show on that ONE day in that ONE place. they're not gonna show it anywhere else. not here, not malaysia, not even in Halloween Town. but the ticket sales lady suggested going to vue to get the tix half an hour before the show as they'll sell some there or something although she did warn me it was gonna be a tough crowd. on the bright side, I get to save 15 bucks. but aiyoh. I wanna watch la! and listen to panic! at the disco & fall out boy do the covers for some of the songs.
selamat hari raya, people. the m'sian in me still burns on unfortunately. all those chapters of islam in history sure leaves an impression on you. I don't reckon that's a good thing. oi education ministry, time to reform before you kena sued for practising race and religion discrimination. aww, damn it, I wanna be the one to take them down. but what can an accountant do? weiyi, I pass the baton to you. lol. just kidding.


had a blast at amanda's. her mom's food was delish, man! even someone like me who doesn't like asian cuisine was satiated on the whole of monday cos' we practically bummed there from 1 to uh 9? haha. snacking & chatting in between, of course. X) amanda's dad called me buruksiku (malay proverb meaning taking back what you've already given) cos' I was happily eating the currypuffs hil & I baked at home. it was gooood, ok? haha. yumyum.



didn't join gb to the blood donation drive thingy, but she didn't get to either cos' they didn't allow m'sians cos' of malaria in our country or something. haha. what?! anyways, I didn't cos' faisal and hil scared me by saying what if it was illegal or something. and I was kinda concerned about the dodginess.... sorry gb for backing out! anyways, she assumed I was over 50 kilos, but I was 2 kilo short and therefore, couldn't have donated blood anyways. the odds were against me! I wasn't afraid of them needles, really!
anyways, watched marie antoinette at night. I thought this was gonna be another lostintranslation blunder cos' it was written and directed by sofia coppola, the one behind that boring-ass show. some may beg to differ but dad and I were like 'what the hell?!' throughout the entire movie. but I was wrong.

why I liked it:
- the pretty costumes!
- the cinematography. great use of angles.
- palace versailles looked amazing. kfc and I didn't have time to go there few weeks back in paris, unfortunately.
- the music. although faisal begs to differ. basically, they placed modern tracks against a movie set in olden times. but I think sofia was interpreting it in a modern way and I did glimpse a pair of blue converse shoes at one point of the movie. uhm, but I was the only one to.
- the pug!! I'm so getting one!

why I didn't:
- the story. WHATHOWWHYWHEN?!
- shushed by the 2 aunties behind us. whoops.
- were people in the 17th century THAT b*tchy?
- proof that royalties are spoilt. all they do is stuff themselves, gamble, take drugs and lie there like bums. ok, not in general, but the ones in the movie sure did.
- uh. the abrupt ending? we all just sat there at the end staring at the blank screen going, 'huh?'

apparently, she wasn't in real life THAT bad as depicted in the movie. but her story is a tragic one not seen in the movie at all. well, not that much anyway.

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