David Cook - he makes my heart go pit-a-pat.

The only thing I like about her is her hair.

And to remind you why I really don't like her - and her singing voice, too:

( grrr! )

Hmp.

Usually, I could'nt wait to go home. However, yesterday, whilst inside Tapa King of all places, I suddenly found myself wanting to go out. I am actually on my way home now. Using the Blackberry to post this. Something tells me I might regret not staying the weekend over in the city. That means something special must happen tomorrow or at least I must conjure something up so that whatever inclination that I am feeling today, right now, will go away.

Still on Mamma Mia high - but really, it wasn't brought on because of the film - the release of the film brought back memories of significant events in my life.



Simply one of the most spontaneous things I've done so far.

nhr, do you remember this? You watched it at the Esplanade and then a few weeks later, I did. :D

I wasn't particularly fond of the singing. I actually thought most of them were off key. Dominic Coooper's hot though. When I get the DVD, I'll skip to "Lay All Your Love On Me" all the time. Promise.

As most Hollywood films go, they changed some things. They omitted "Knowing Me, Knowing You", put "Take A Chance On Me" after the wedding instead of before, Bill became Swedish instead of Australian, had Harry realise he's gay while he was on the island instead of already having a better half, etcetera etcetera.

I thought casting Julie Walters was a coup. I've always fancied Allison Janney to be Tanya but I reckon Christine Baranski wasn't so bad. Amanda Seyfried is still not my favourite choice as Sophie. I really think they could have picked someone better.

Dominic, Dominic, Dominic... god, you're so dreamy.

Pierce Brosnan should stick to acting - and brooding.

But you know what, I wouldn't be able to appreciate this movie if I had not seen the play and love ABBA to begin with.

But again - Colin Firth. Dominic Cooper. I'm satisfied.

Why do people have sex when someone just died?
Is this the best way to recover from someone's death?
If that's the case, how come I'm not bonking someone right now? My grandmother's brother just died.

Shit. I have a twisted mind.

I am fucking Toni Collette in bloody Muriel's bleeping Wedding.

I wouldn't mind. Seriously!

I am really sad at the fact that I do not have a crush at the moment. No one to look forward to - none. NADA. I miss being content with having them footie crushes but ever since I was re-introduced to the real world so to speak and have had my share of quasi-relationships, I find myself for a lack of better term, tigang.

I had lunch with one of my best mates awhile ago and told him that maybe the reason why I don't enjoy going out lately is because my crushes on certain individuals all have died. I used to fancy the pants off of him as well but that developed to friendship - he even joked would I rather have him as a friend, or still as a crush. Now I'm kind of wishing it would revert to that just so I have that elusive kilig factor again, kahit saglit lang.

Is this a sign of growing old? I don't feel alone - I can pretty much say that with him I have a made a friend for life. But I am wondering if there is someone out there for me to see me through days when I feel ugly, feel down and vice-versa.

Come to think of it I pretty much rejected a lot of those in the past thinking there's someone better - now, I'm realising I probably have made a lot of wrong decisions in my life.

Oh, well. I can't even muster up happy thoughts in my head - and I just had lunch with a friend which would usually send me over the moon but not now.

My Dear Beloved,

I wonder how you are tonight.

I have not heard any noise about you which is scary. Did you get married already? Did she give birth to your second child?

I have missed those times when the mere sight of you makes my day complete.

Now, I reckon I have different desires, different needs - but I still find myself longing for those times when all I wanted is you.

Sigh.

I think I've found a place to stay in should I decide to go to NYC this year.

This doesn't look so bad. At least I wouldn't be tempted to just stay inside the hotel since the hotel is rubbish anyway - make the most out of the city and all that shite.

When I was in HK, I felt TIRED. Just really tired.

White Party's beckoning - usually I'd be more than glad to join in the festivities. This time around though, I feel like I wouldn't belong anymore.

I reckon you can only be a gay man's friend for such a long time - and then you feel like your expiration date is catching up with you.

I've made a deal with myself that I wouldn't go out any longer - and I haven't been the past 3 weeks (or has it been 4?) - the weekend in HK was an exception since it's a different country - so I feel a bit smug about it. Yay, me. I deserve a trophy.

I want to overcome this feeling of tiredness. I know where it comes from. I'm just in fucking denial that that's the RCA of it all.

Germany in the finals!
I don't know why I'm happy!
Now I don't care who is going to end up in the finals with them.
No - wait, I do care.
Wouldn't it be brilliant if Russia beat Spain and Germany beats the Russians?
That would just be fucking fantastic.

I know I did mention to someone to watch out for Russia....I know I did. Watch out for Russia, I said. They eliminated England, I said. Nobody wanted to listen to me.

Turkey vs. Russia in the final doesn't sound so impossible now doesn't it?

I'm getting too old for this shit.

The plane landed in Hong Kong at 10:15 am - but I only got out of the Airport past 12:00 PM because there was a delay with the luggages for our flight. That was a waste of time...

I couldn't withdraw properly - I started with 4,000 HKD and went down in increments of 500 HKD until it eventually allowed me to withdraw 2,500 HKD. That was irritating.

I didn't know Eaton Hotel had a counter at the Airport and that you only need to pay 130 HKD for the transfer - I went and got myself a taxi and cost me 300 HKD - shit.

And don't even get me started on the adaptor that I bought - it didn't have the one specifically for Hong Kong.

The only upside to this is the room at the hotel. It's lovely. I don't want to leave.

The bloody train station is far, far away from the hotel - I mentioned to my friend Drew that it's about 3 blocks away - he said that's just fine.

Maybe it's me - but I just don't find the idea of walking under the blistering heat a lot of fun. :-s

But at least I already did the H&M part - eh - only got to buy shirts. Most of them are not even for me - they're either for my mom or my sisters.

I am in no mood to take pictures. Blah.

Arrived at the airport quarter past 4 am - my boss was kind enough to let me go early so I was able to leave the office 2 hours earlier than the usual.

It's raining hard - I wonder if it's the same in Hong Kong. I checked the weather earlier - didn't mention any rain so this should be interesting. I just can't wait to go up in the sky again.

It's cold - just when I didn't bring a jacket cos I thought it was going to be hot. What a dork am I.






Wish my mum was with me. She'd love to fly at a weather like this.

( random photos )

I should really sleep. And stop thinking about food.

Ever since I quit smoking (yes, I did) last 31 May (I think...) I've been eating a lot lately. I don't know why I quit really. I guess I got tired of smelling bad???

Germany eliminated Portugal. Who's afraid of the German now!

Is it a safe bet that Germany will get to the Finals? On paper, you bet. They got the luck of the draw as they'll play the winner of the Croatia v Turkey match.

Too bad a Spain v Netherlands finals will not happen - one or the other must say bye bye as they go to the finals.

Italy - this is your chance to shine!!! Lintek.

FPMEXH. Hilarious.

It stands for Fake Pretend Movie Ex-Husband - and I got it off from the site I linked the acronym at.

Rio Ferdinand is my Fake Pretend Football Beloved. FPFB! Err, not as catchy, 'no? This is why I never made it as a writer. Tsk tsk tsk.

Maybe it's Clark and being exposed to Indians with my previous work, but I'm not really at all appalled (is this even the correct term?) by Bollywood films - I find them very amusing. And mind you, I've got LMS (Last Movie Syndrome) - "Bride and Prejudice". I googled for the song that I can't keep out of my head - and VOILA! I'm downloading the whole soundtrack.

There is one reason to dislike those belly baring bitches (I'm bitter, I'm sorry!) though. And it's this.







And whilst looking at them pictures all I can remember is how Prasad, Selvaraj, Thomas and Vishal all smelled.