wiki.dumper
- friedrich nietzsche
people.and.stuff
magmozine
a.guy.site
bad.chinese.mama
jejune.net
a.cause.des.garcons
spit.on.a.stranger
sluggernaut
honeyee
zefrank
born.a.waterhead
diane.pernet
tribe.net
gallery.of.the.absurd
world.community.grid
smarty.pants
bradford.shellhammer
wonder.boy
julie.fredrickson
fashionologie
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i am mostly impressed with the new t.v line up this season in the u.s. though i am nowhere near the u.s, i manage to view these new episodes perfectly. how i did that is none of your business, and if you proceed to pry further i might have to do nasty things to your cat.
dexter on showtime is absolutely brilliant! i will elaborate on that on a later blog update -- like always, i (emptily) promise you that.
ugly betty is ultra campy and entertaining; reminds me of a fresher version of desperate housewives (with its dark sub-plot, intertwined with its light and campy main characters), i do hope ugly betty writers won't solve the fey sommers case in season one, and stretch the plot desperately and thinly like they did post-season one of desperate housewives. it's disgusting, and it makes me want to set myself on fire. by the way, i happened to watch the three episode of desperate houwive's season three and i find it amusing. i suppose the writers and marc cherry is making amends to a rather unarousing season two. i do not like, however the situation where bree invites andrew back to her house and chose to
concoct a story to cover-up for the lapse of time in andrew's disappearance. i could not believe andrew did not retaliate. that is unlike his character. than again, i am not the writer. disregard the negative things i wrote about desperate houswives in relative to ugly betty, suddenly i find it to be brilliant once again (my thoughts could sway fast like that).
twenty good years features two actors that i absolutely adore -- and oddly attracted to -- john lithgow and jeffrey tambor, and they did a wonderful performance in the first three episode so far. the pilot was a little flat, but the writers and actors gained momentum in the subsequent episodes. plus, it is always good to see my favourite actors again after the demise of my favourite shows, third rock from the sun and arrested development.
so far, a big surprise was brothers and sisters, starring calista flockhart and rachel griffiths.
the relationship between the siblings was fun to watch,
and besides, any show with a junkie brother, a gay lawyer, a mistress, and a sudden death of a family member in the pilot is worth watching. luke mcfarlane was cute. finally i got to see the performance of t.r knight's boyfriend. t.r knight is, of course the actor who played dr. george o'malley in grey's anatomy, that recently came out after that messy arguments involving patrick dempsey and isiah washington, over that cruel insensitive word.
too much words. my head hurts. i need some lemon water and lay down for a good half hour.
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"i will not act so precipitously!"
i've always wanted to incorporate that phrase to my speech, but i have yet to find an appropriate time for it. i've unfortuitously spent a good whole year contemplating on working it into any sentences, to no avail. perhaps i will be lucky in 2007.
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i survived high school and other educational institutions relatively unfazed, and undisturbed. infact, i was hardly noticed at all. apparently i blend it well with the decor, like a speckled moth on a large hardwood tree. oh how i wished i was taunted and called cruel names. screwed up adolescent years always spawn excellent writng material for a best-selling biography. but alas, i had a rather normal existence (more or less). if i were to have been treated cruelly, being called 'poodle-head' would be neat. i've always admired the poodle, and though i'd like it. i would pretend as though it pains me so they would proceed on naming me that.
this masochistic tendency has to stop. seriously.
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spit on a stranger. why the hell not? that is definitely on my to-do list.
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how impossibly amusing is this girl's blog? this is far better than watching a penguin eating cheese. maybe not as good as watching a cat perform a lobotomy, but still, close enough.
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there are times when i look above and beyond, there are times when ifeel your love around me, baby, i'll never forget my baby -- i'm sorry, that was part of janet jackson's 'together again' lyric. sometimes i confused my thoughts with other people's. especially when i'm drunk. i consumed far too many glasses of soymilk. you know how soymilk could get you drunk like that.
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fashion is a cruel mistress. goddamn?
...quite possibly so.
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zefrank's cat is named annie. i've seen a cat that performed a lobotomy, so i'm unfazed by annie's antics. cute, though.
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i had an unusual dream last night. it involves robert greene, an opened refrigerator door,
and a bowl full of unbaked pineapple tart dough. more on this later.
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i came across zefrank's blog. he is hysterical, and very witty. i absolutely adore his 'the show' segments. why there aren't many witty. quirky people like that in the world, i do not know.
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i've added two colourful blogs to my to-read list.
i was born a waterhead, baby.
diane: a shaded view on fashion.
diane pernet is an extremely unique fashionista. oddly, she reminds me of a goth version of diva plavalaguna. tres chic. i love her observations and take on fashion. she is the kind of person that i fantasize about approaching and indulge in a lengthy conversation and exchange of wits and takes on fashion. this is all in my head of course, and knowing my tendency to supress my desires and the lack of courage, in reality, i would probably take two steps back and admire her from a distance in all her glory.
such is my life.
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i woke up at 2 am, and i couldn't get back to sleep. fuck. fuck me hard.
that is a direct challenge.
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you know those days when you feel like you're being (metaphorically) stripped naked in a dark alley while being poked with sticks by a group of cruel men? today is that day.
o how i wish it will end.
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i have been neglecting my french lessons. note to self: must learn french. must learn french.
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yesterday, i purchased loreal nutri-gloss shampoo and conditioner.
that, of course wasn't my initial intention. i took a cab to this god forsaken shopping
centre to purchase a rather delicious banana pie, but they apparently bake it after 2 pm. having problems with patience, i thought i'd take a look around before making an exit. apparently most of the stores aren't opened at 12 pm. it was endless rows of house-help agencies, and i saw one of the help being reprimanded by one of the agents there. this is of course beased on the preseumption i could deduce by the body language that were exchanged, and me witnessing the process for less than a minute might not guarantee its credibility. i pass by this quaint beauty shop, which seemed to be packed to its limits with products, and i decided to have a little go with the nutri-gloss. my hair is hardly cashmere soft as it promised, but the beautiful advert with letitia casta kept playing in my head and i could not resist having her head of hair, despite knowing fully that she must have had a team of hairstylist working on that perfectly shiney, coiffed hair of hers in that advert.
damn that letitia casta!
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there are times when i feel like slinking to a comfortable spot on the carpet, and lay there for a period of time for no particular purpose at all. then, there are times when i actually did that. today was that day when i actually did it instead of just thinking of it. i pondered a while how lovely it would be to be 90 years old, living in a french village, with 12 cats and garden of roses. multitude of roses. how wonderful it would be to cultivate my own comte de chambord, and baking perfect pies in the evening while i enjoy a cup of camomile tea with my cats.
i am oddly drawn to living my old age by myself with cats, roses, home cooked food, and a good book while the rest of my peers are chasing after marital bliss. i am odd. if there is a medication to cure my oddness, i will refuse it. militantly.
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tres chic. tres chic.
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