Guess who’s all grown up! It’s Harry Potter!
Okay, that old man is Andy Garcia, but he does look like he’s lobbying to play the bespectacled wizard in Harry Potter 20: The Order of the Gentlemen’s Club.
Creep never sounded so good.
I need a new song. Mika’s Grace Kelly has been in my head for two weeks now, it’s starting to sound ridiculous.
So bored at work, and yet here I am at 8pm in the office, all alone. I have no work, I have stories and reviews to write, but basically, no real work. Perhaps tomorrow I will be a little bit more well-behaved and actually do SOMETHING.
So anyways, tomorrow I have to give the Nokia 6300 back. Back to whom, I don’t really know… If nobody comes to pick it up I’ll continue to use it. Heh.
My verdict? I don’t like it. I dunno, maybe I’m so used to my old phone that little things about the 6300 irk me. Like when I’m SMS-ing and I type "of", why does "me" come out first instead of "of"? How to play Maxis Speedmaster like that?? (yes, I’m an avid fan of this stupid contest. My best position: #10 in the whole country OKAY! Ahem!)
Most of my complaints about the phone are about the messaging options. Why must I turn on the "receive delivery reports" function, and then go to the "delivery reports" box to check on the status of my messages? With my old phones, whenever I send a message, "message sent" or "message sending failed" will be automatically displayed. I have no time or patience to open so many boxes lah…
I wonder if I can just use this as my review for the phone… hehe. No work makes Melody a lazy assed drone.
Had a bit of a problem with taxes this year. I couldn’t be bothered with e-filing just yet, only because I’ve heard so many people complaining about it. And also because the IRB sent me a BE form, so I didn’t want to waste paper and printer ink….
As usual, I overpaid. But then AMC pointed one glaring erm, not mistake but let’s just say oversight: Last year’s arrears and ex-gratia will only be calculated together with the 2007 tax. So pooh pooh to that. 
Still, it’d be great to see if IRB will actually send me a cheque of what they owe me. (Though I really think I owe them a bit of money from the past few years… crap)
So enough about taxes and phones. Let’s talk about the garbage that is Malaysian radio.
I hate Mix fm now. Well, I hate the three morning deejays really. They are such horrors to listen to in the morning. Still, my radio is stuck on Mix because their music is better to wake up to, for me at least. Anyways, this morning one deejay (there are 3 of them, which means triple the torture) was talking about "the guy in Mad About You". She couldn’t remember the name, so the other two deejays offered, "Helen Hunt (who is technically not a guy)? Paul Reiser?" And deejay number one said, "no, Hank Azaria".
The other deejays asked, "was Hank Azaria in the show?" and deejay number one confidently said, "Oh yeah, he was his (I assume Paul’s) brother."
I was shouting at the radio by then. "Hank Azaria used to be Helen Hunt’s boyfriend la bodoh. He was in the show as some weird guy, NOT as anybody’s brother, stupid!"
So okay, it’s not a big deal. But this isn’t the first time these deejays have made mistakes. What’s worse is that they just can’t be bothered to correct themselves. Hello? Giving the wrong information to your nationwide audience is a, well, misdemeanour at least. If it isn’t then it should be. If a newspaper prints something with the wrong information, everybody complains. But when three idiots spew crap about stuff THEY HAVE ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NO IDEA ABOUT, everybody just thinks it’s cute.
Well, I guess my consolation would be that nobody gives a shit about the station or those three fools.
Oh, but when that one deejay starts making fun of Sanjaya, I get so riled up I feel like bitch-slapping her. I’m not a Sanjaya supporter, but come on, the Americans (oops, Mr Hope!) voted for Sanjaya to stay on the show (until last week, that is). The Americans didn’t vote for Gina, or Stephanie, or Chris or whatever to stay on the show — they CHOSE to vote for Sanjaya. So why get angry at the poor boy for being on the show? Why get angry at him when all he did was perform, badly though it was?
So, shut up miss deejay. Your voice sucks too; I believe Simon Cowell would call it "utterly horrendous".
I know what you’re thinking: "why the hell does she keep listening to the station?"
I guess I just love to complain about people.
Cheers. I promise you I won’t post anything anymore this week. Unless I have to. 
Oh crap, I knew I missed out something: Went to watch Spider-Man 3 this morning. I give it a 5/5 for visuals, 2/5 for story, 2.5/5 overall. Don’t be disheartened though, you might like it. It was just too many things and characters crammed in one (about two and a half hours long) film, like pizza with too many main toppings. Sometimes, all you need is a plain ol’ pizza margherita.
Was watching an old music video a few weeks ago– Janet Jackson’s Again. Guess who was in the video (apart from the singer, duh)? It’s CSI: Crime Scene Invetigation’s Gary Dourdan! Lordy, the dude looked dorky and not as good as he does now.
So, finally today I searched for a pic of Dourdan in the video on Yahoo! (sing it: Ya-hoooooo!), and found a site that did a caption story on actors who appeared on music videos before becoming popular. It’s a cool story idea actually, so if you see it out in print one fine day you’ll know that I stole the idea from some website. Heh heh.
There were a number of actors featured, but some of them are just soap opera regulars which really don’t interest me (and I doubt will interest you either). So anyways, check it out:
Dourdan and Jackson in Again.
Brandon Routh aka Superman(boy) in Christina Aguilera’s What a Girl Wants.
Guess who? It’s Frodo aka Elijah Wood in (psycho) Paula Abdul’s Forever Your Girl! Muahahahaha…
Here’s Adam Rodriguez of CSI: Miami in JLo’s If You Had My Love. He’s the guy who sat in the room looking at JLo on the Internet…
Djimon Hounsou in Paula Abdul’s Straight Up.
Matt Leblanc in Bon Jovi’s Miracle. "Joey" was also in a erm, erotic film called The Red Shoe Diaries, directed by Zalman King, the guru of ahem, erotic films.
And here’s Mr Underwear aka Tyson Beckford, in Toni Braxton’s Un-Break My Heart video. Yikes look at ‘em ripples!
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Of all these men, though, I think this little dude is the cutest:
His name is Jonah Teo, he’s a little young, about 11 days old only, but ain’t he a cutie pie??
Here’s Jonah and the only woman in his life… for now. 
And here’s Jonah’s top anchorman, cleaning his behind. Heehee.
Since Belle and gang always post pictures of their food escapades in KK, I figured I’d do the same. However, I’m not that great when it comes to whipping out my camera (which I never really bring all the time anyway) and taking a shot at anything and everything, so pictures stolen from websites will do, I guess. Besides, it’s free advertising for the restaurant mah!
Anyways, here are some good food — or wonderful pictures of pretty fine food — that I want to share with everyone. Out-of-town visitors will definitely be treated to an outing to PHOP by me, sure punya!
Yeah! Who’s salivating now baby?!
Okay.
I stole an egg today from a colleague. She didn’t want it anyways, so no harm done. Yes, that’s how mundane my day has been.
No story. Just a picture and a cartoon. I hope I don’t get sued… erm, for more Argyle Sweater comic, check out content.uclick.com…. heh.
Hello Kitties!
I have a new phone:
Of course, I’ll only be using it this week and the next (it’s for review, you see), but during that time, I’ll treat it like one of my own. Perhaps it’s a good thing that I only get to have it for two weeks, because usually by the first month, I’ll get bored with my "new" phone and start throwing it around…
Oh, this one’s the Nokia 6300. It’s slim and pretty light I think, though some Motorola users have said that theirs are lighter and waaay slimier, I mean slimmer. I do like the phone but I doubt I’ll get it, I think my hands are a little too big to handle such dainty things. I was kinda waiting for the N95 (that "there’s a thing in my pocket" ad is so indie film wan!) but I think that’s only coming next month or something.
Anyways, been a trite busy the past month, haven’t had much time to check out other blogs or my personal e-mail even. So to the Lai sisters, sorrylah I guess I missed you guys last weekend.
Ooooh… with this new phone I can actually access the Internet and it’s faster and more reliable than my old phone, so maybe I should start browsing through from my phone instead eh?
Ok enough about the damn phone.
So anyways, I actually went to church, for two weeks in a row. WOOHOO! (Don’t faint, dearest cousins.) Debs was in town, so we went for Easter Mass and then for erm, what did they call it, post-Easter mass? Heh, it was something else, I just can’t remember it. Okay, I went to church in November too for the Debs/Dons and Ern/Ade weddings, but those don’t really count lor.
Was thinking of posting something rather private and perhaps a little controversial but I just don’t have the energy for that now. Maybe laters.
So what else happened….
Oh, Kanye was in town. Pat and I got "crew" tickets, so when the real "crew" started cleaning the stadium after the show we pretended to want to help out too… hehe. Kanye was alright, I dunno, I think I still prefer (ahem!) Eminem. Eminem had chainsaws, ski masks and a fake house on stage; Kanye only had a string quartet. Eminem had stage presence and the best showmanship; Kanye kept teasing with 10-second sound bytes (who asked him to do so many collaborations kan?). Eminem had a skit and a costume change; Kanye didn’t even take off his jacket, I think.
Oh well. I think I enjoyed the concert because a) good friends were around; b) it had been so long since I actually had a life.
The college paper is on a break for a month starting next week, so hopefully I’ll have more time to spew loads of crap to whoever is willing to read this page’o'mine.
Gotta run. My nasi goreng needs to be refried.
Buona notte mi amici!
