Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

It was pretty damn bad, the aisle seats really suck when the person next to you is a stranger and leaning against her is a bit icky. She kept on farting bad ones too.
Prior to starting off, I wanted to go to the toilet but then decided that I’ll just go at the bus station. Upon reaching it, the bus driver told me that there are no toilets in the station. Okay. So I said good-bye to chingchong and went onboard. After picking out a nice window seat, I headed for the toilet in the bus only to find out that it was out of service. Shit. So nevermind. Told myself it’s nothing, I can hold it in till we stop.
An hour or so later (I lost track of time staring out the window at farms, farms and more farms), we stopped at Dundee to pick up passengers. I went to tell the driver that I’m going to the toilet at the station, and he told me that there are no toilets around. Fuckfuckfuckityfuck. No toilets at bus stations ?? Wha-? At that point my bladder was 3/4 ways full already. This was when the advantages of being male came into full use. Another passenger, a guy, needed to go to the loo as well, and when he heard that there were no toilets available, he ran to behind a wall and came back a minute later all smiles, telling me that he did it there. Phsaw.
Nevermind. The driver told us that we’re going to stop at a Glawgow comfort stop. I had no idea how far Glawgow was, but I told myself I can retain sanity and piss-in-bladder. We finally stopped two hours later. At that point, I was shaking my legs like a rabid rabbit - the guy next to me was cute, I think, but I couldn’t even find the strength to get a good look. All concentration on bladder. When I finally went, I thought that I would die.
When I went onboard the bus again, I found that my window seat was taken by said smelly old lady. Fuck! Nevermind. Nevermind. Patience. Thus I spent the next few hours trying to sleep and staring out at the murky darkness. It’s murky, it’s not just an expression. Everything looks like black mud. Somehow I fell asleep, and when I woke up it was bright and I was in London again!
I daresay, it was one of my best days so far. I headed to Leicester Square again for dimsum but the restaurants only open at lunchtime or so. Not letting myself feel bummed about it, I scouted about for food and had my second McDonald’s meal in months. Sat in the park reading Henry Miller, felt all Celine in Before Sunrise somehow.
Made my way back to the bus station to catch my connecting bus back to Reading. Had lunch in Nando’s, (window)shopped around, and decided to watch Sunshine.
I never want to watch sci-fi thrillers by myself again. Some parts were disturbing, especially one of the deaths of the crew. I kept on looking around me to see if there was anyone. I think there were only ten people or so in the cinema. Heh. Yeah it was pretty damn scary.
After that, met up with my sister, and the rest is postmodern.
All in all, it felt triumphant to survive the 12 hr busride unscathed save for an aching back. It felt good to wander about strange places by myself, observing people, smelling sights. It felt .. free. Now if I was born male with less risks of being mugged or molested and with the ability to piss anywhere …I wonder where that would take me already .. ?

I hope that this will work out, with every atom, every fibre, every cliched phrase you can figure, I just hope that this will work out.
I hope that he’s serious, that I’m not putting my heart on the line and risking the possibility of ending up in shambles, because this time I think that I’m on to something real, despite everything. Despite the distance. He doesn’t know the extent of how happy he makes me. If only he could see me everytime I receive a text or a call. I know it’s all just words, and more words, but the truth is that words are all I can give him right now. Words may be the only thing I can give him because it’s the only thing I’m good at. I don’t know, I don’t know if it can ever truly satisfy.
I hope that he can hang in there, when he’s down or when he needs someone with him, I hope that he can be patient. I’m trying my hardest, I’ve never had to wait for something like this before. I’m being the best I can, it’s a change, it’s different, it’s .. painful at times, but things always happen for a reason. If this works out, we can pull through anything. Anything.
I hope that this is real - it’s like a dream, a dream I never want to wake up from. If I ever were to wake up, I want to wake up to him, him telling me that it’s all true.
I don’t want life to hit yet. I don’t want reality, if it doesn’t have him.

Somehow those words look better in Chinese.

Time for a questionnaire!

1.ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET
IT?
* Triad scar BCG scar

2. WHAT ARE ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
* Some post-it notes. Boring, right?

3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK
LIKE?
* A big huge dildo. Normal cellphone lah.

4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN
TO?
* Usually it’s alternative sorta rock, but right now it’s emotic Chinese songs.

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE
BORN?
* My momma told me never to tell other people what time you’re born. And I trust her on this.

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING
ELSE?
* To go back to him. Also a lot of money to shop.

7. WHAT DO YOU MISS AT TIMES?
* Running away from doing the dishes after meals.

8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED
POSSESSION?
* My laptop?

9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?
* It’s hard to describe. Sorta homely, a bit of musk and sweat, unwashed clothes a few days old .. I can’t describe it.

10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
* Nope.

11. WHAT IF YOU DIE TOMORROW?
* I’d be unfulfilled.

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
* Ha ha ha …….. Can’t tell.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PERFUME?
* Armani Mania.

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON
THE OPPOSITE SEX?
* Floppy. Longish would be nice. Not too long, that’s just OTT.

15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF
PROPOSING TO SOMEONE?
* Anywhere, after I’ve had way too much to drink.

19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON WHO MADE
YOU MAD?
* Some friend.

20. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?
* Yeah. I’m Malaysian.

21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE
EVER GAVE YOU (OF THE OPPOSITE SEX)?
*Can’t remember.

22. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING
THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
* I did before. Not very nice.

23. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL
SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
* Words, words and more words.

24. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A
HUNDRED:
* Two

25. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL
OFTEN YESTERDAY?WHY?
* I didn’t call anyone yesterday.

26. WHAT ANNOYS YOU THE MOST?
* The most? I really don’t know. Maybe to make jokes on someone else’s expense.

27. HAVE YOU EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
* YEAH.

28. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU
FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?
* Searching for translations of Jay Chou’s Tui Hou.

29. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY,
WHAT WOULD IT BE?
* Do tattoes count?

30. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
* Passing time.

31. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PIZZA?
* Pepperoni and cheese.

32. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL
BECAME ILLEGAL?
* Very nasty things.

33. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR
BIRTHDAY?
* My own personal island in the tropics.

34. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF IT SUDDENLY
STARTED RAINING BLOOD?
* Stay in?

35. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
* My dad wanted to name me Juliet. My mom said hell no, she ain’t naming her kid after one half of a starcrossed suicidal couple. So Julia it was.

36. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
* Yeah.

37. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?
* ALL OF THEM??

38. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
* Aiyah.

39. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
DESCRIBE?
* Yeah I do. It changes all the time.

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAL?
* Duck rice!

41. WHERE DO YOU USUALLY HANG-OUT?
* At home, at mamak stalls, stuff like that.

42. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD
ON THE SHELF?
* Don’t have. I’ve got an Aqua cd though.

43. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD
YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
* I don’t know. I’m not very friendly.

44. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU
SWORE NOT TO TELL?
* Lol ..

45. DO LOOKS MATTER?
* To a certain extent.

46. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?
* Take a walk/drive.

47. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?AND WHY?
* But I DO have two homes ..

48. DO YOU TRUST OTHER EASILY?
* Not really. Depends wan lah. Fine, fine, it’s a 50/50 thing.

49. DO YOU HATE SOMEONE NOW? WHO?
* I’d like to hate someone.

50. ARE YOU WORKING? WHAT’S YOUR WORK?
DESCRIBE.
* I’m a slacker. I slack. Hoho!

and I gotta admit, Lee Hom’s Julia video is rather gay. Drats. I mean, a coupla guy prancing about with their guitars? What the heck? Lee Hom, you’re gorgeous, but that was a bit pushing it.

I’ve been watching Japanese dramas and Cantonese movies since I got to Aberdeen. I’ve also been listening to Chinese songs. It frustrates me that I don’t know what’s being sung, because the songs are really nice, albeit rather melodramatic. I search my ass off for English translations, which is pretty lame because things get lost in translation (one of my favourite movies, by the way). I want to learn Japanese. I want to learn Mandarin. I want to learn both of them together. Argh.
So tomorrow I will have that 12 hour busride back to London again. Will have a five hour transit in London - by myself this time. Wonder what I should do there. Take a nap by the park again? Highly possible. Head for dimsum with my remaining money? Extremely possible. Spend the morning strolling along the Thames, recapturing lost memories? Definitely. Damn song is making me melodramatic too.
Another hour and a half of busride back to Reading, and will be spending the entire afternoon loitering around town because I don’t have the keys to my sister’s house. All in all, it will be 22 hours on the road. Damn cool, right?

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Four pints is a bit too much. I don’t think anything drastic happened yesterday night, but I remember having to lean on Chong all the way back (more or less). Thanks Chong, but eew. Anyways.
Hangover consists of being a bit spaced out, head feels lighter than air. Waiting for that diarrhea that comes naturally after two pints. Suddenly I feel like reading Burgess’ Malayan Trilogy. Don’t know why, maybe it’s home calling, but I’d like to lose myself in his words right now.
It amazes me how whenever I go for a smoke during a pub night out, I never fail to talk to someone. Me being me, these someones usually talk to me first. Said someones are always male. Pfft.
Now to wait for Chong to wake up and have a recap of what happened last night. Also to claim that half an hour of phonecall I won from him. Heh heh.

I mish you I lurp you and I mish you and I lurp you mish you lurp you mishing you lurping you mish you lots and lurp you lots .. (insert endless ramblings of mishes and lurpses)
Yes I know that lurp is one ’s’ short of slurp. Good idea, innit?
C’mon, smile that wicked smile for me baby.
*runs off to ramble somemore*

I don’t get how people can add ‘~~~~~~’ to the end of their sentences, ie. ‘Take care ~~~~~~~ Don’t worry ~~~~~~’ .. oh gods .. anus twitch ..
One ‘~’ is alright occasionally, but ‘~~~~~~’ all the time makes you look like a bunny on speed. It also makes you seem annoyingly happy. Trying to be adorable. Whatever.
What’s wrong with putting sugar in English tea? Nothing. Sugar in English tea is normal. Perfectly normal.

Just got back from watching 300 not too long ago. Was the first to want to watch it way back months ago, and am amongst one of the last to watch it (last place is a tie between Chong and I). I have one word to sum the movie up totally and accurately:
Orgasmic.
Put me amongst those 300 men and I’d wet my pants sooner than you can say ‘moist.’ Of course, those 300 men cannot make up for one crucial fly, but they sure are such a damn glorious sight to mine eyes.
All in all, I think that it was an ace movie. I’ve always liked movies with historical settings (Gladiator, anyone?) plus c’mon, it’s adapted from the graphic novel by Frank Miller. I didn’t stand in WH Smith reading the book for half an hour for nothing. Damn, I’ve watched the trailers enough to even mouth some of the lines in the movie.
I truly loved the goriness. The bloodshed. The style. The soundtrack. The men. The woman.
Speaking of which, who else thought that the sex scene was totally uncalled for? What, did Zack Snyder think ‘Hmm, since we already have an R rating, why not throw in a sex scene as well?’ I didn’t mind it, it was arousing enjoyable. The queen was hot (Chong sitting behind me trying to annoy me with the Donkey-from-Shrek sound just agreed) and I mean, that was one good thrust (of the sword).
Let’s wait for the sequel - 301. Hollywood, amaze us please.

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