Bleargh

When is it a good time to recreate yourself? You know - a brand new you, a second childhood, a rebirth?

Someone I know seems determined to become somebody I don’t like. This new “ME” that this someone has become is headed for disaster, I’m sure. Too freakin’ bad.

It’s funny how one person can go from being mature and poised to shameless and childish (and extremely dogo, as my fellow Sabahans would say) in the course of nine months. But then again, I guess nine months is a pretty long time for some…

For me, the best time to really recreate myself is when my boobs start to touch my knees…

Not a good sight, that.

Sandra Bullock makes a lovely old lady, doesn’t she?

I now know the meaning of being busy as hell. You do feel like you’re in hell if you’re really busy.

Too many things are happening at one time for me now, and it’s not easy to cope. I’ve got this list of things to do, but I’ve been so tired lately it’s hard to motivate my fat ass to get off my favourite chair. Oh yeah, I do have a favourite chair now, which makes me feel like one of those old dads in TV sitcoms….

Went to Stomp last weekend. It was OK. I got my ticket for free, so I guess I can afford to say that I got bored in the middle of the show… If I had paid RM200 for the ticket, then I’d have said that the show was the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen… Nyeh, Cats was much better.

Whatever, whatever, get your balls together.

Thanks Denise for this gem of a catchphrase!

My cousin Belle had a baby on Saturday. Yay! I had predicted a girl, but what the heck, a boy’ll do just great too.

Hi baby!

“How you doin’?”

A tired, but happy and healthy mummy, finally!

Bad things are happening all around the world. Bad, bad things. Personally, I can do nothing but hope and pray for the best for the victims. Sounds mean, but I don’t see you getting off your @$$ to do anything either. So there.

Anyways….

It’s time for the Venice Film Festival again. A year ago I was there, walking around the festival grounds like a monkey and taking whatever free brochures I could get. Because I had no proper accreditation and couldn’t really afford to pay all the entrance fees, I couldn’t get into some places, but I managed to sneak in. Nobody really cared, and I figured if they asked me what I was doing there I’d just say something in Malay and act dumb.

The best thing about the festival? Gelato. Yummy…