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"Is it weird in here or is it just me?" Woody Allen



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a rustic analysis*
bo leh*
buat donno*
jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
jingling nona*
many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*


INTERVIEWS & REVIEWS.
an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*


TRAVELOGUES.
halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
hanoi - in search of the pain-in-the-arse ice cream and other stories in between*
sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
moomoo vista* [pt 2]
moomoo vista* [pt 3]
ah moy in paris* [pt 1]


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southpark me* 

My best makeover yet.
Hmm. Now let's wait for all the proposals to come in.
May the best crab wins. I meant Chap.
Crap.


May 27, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 12:59 am
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deteriorating taste* 

Was chatting with Mei last night - excitedly telling her about my latest crush - let's call him Mr Woody. It's nothing serious. Just to keep my mind off work and all the stress that comes with it.

All in all, Mr Woody is for fun sake only. Main mata, goda hati aje. I mean, for goodness sake, he's happily married with 2 worms called children!

"Handsome, ah?" Mei asked excitingly.
"Tell me more lah!"

Well, handsome he is not. Adoi no no, way far off - can't even touch the 'h'.
Got height. Tall. About 6 feet 2.
Got bad teeth. Like derailed train.
Got messy hair. A bit like Woody Woodpecker - hence the nickname.
Got bones. Scrawny. Human guitar. Strum some strings, babee...

"Aiyo...doesn't sound so happening lah! Y'know what? Your taste has gone from bad to worst!. Your saving grace is Hugh Jackman."

"And let's not forget Mr Gary 'CSI' Dourdan!" I reminded her. Mei agreed on that note.

Yeah, I agree, my taste in men has definitely gone bad. Like rotten milk. But only if I based it from pure esthetic reasons.

Coz y'see, Mr Woody is also made of these things:
1. Gives very firm hand shake.
2. Very goofy.
3. A big man - big enough to make fun of himself.
4. Child-like at times.
5. A gentleman.
6. Got character.
7. And most importantly, he's intelligent.

Yes, give me an intellectual man over good looks anytime, anyday. It's like I would rather date Woody Allen anytime over, say, David Beckham. Over Tom Cruise. Over Hugh Jackman. Err, on second thought, maybe I should double date Woody Allen and Hugh Jackman!

Hmm. To entertain the idea of dating the 2 Woodys sounds good too! Aiyo, must have cold shower again tonite!

Anyway, if Mr Woody was not married, I would have stalked him to the aisle! Hah! Lucky for him, unlucky for me, the fact remains that he's got a ring on the finger.

Oh well.

May 13, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:13 am
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post-mortem on pornographer* 

Hmm...I finally watched the movie "The Pornographer", which I had supposed to watch last Feb 16. But I had to work the graveyard shift instead. And with my twisted luck, somehow the film club had a faulty copy, thus the postponement to May 10 instead.

But all was not lost on that fateful graveyard shift. In fact, I wrote my very first poem onto one scrawny verbose's guest book. And I thought it was quite good.

Anyway, to say I didn't place high expectations on the movie would be lying. Being a fan of Japanese movies and their quirky humour, I just could not miss this one. No fishing fishcake way. In fact, I made it clear to everyone in my team that whatever happens, die-die I am leaving the office by 7.30pm latest. Show starts at 8.00pm, y'see.

"How was the porn?", Mei wrote the next day.

Honest to goodness, I really don't know. I had mixed emotions.

Did I clap loudly (mentally) when the show ended? No. It did not draw the same response as "Postman Blues", which I gave a standing ovation in my own living room! And clapped loudly! And gave a satisfying "Phooh!".

Did I like the way the show ended? Yes, I thought it was very clever to have it ended the way it did. Sort of an ending within an ending. Bravo.

Was I offended with some of the scenes? Somewhat. In fact I had wanted to leave midway, but I decided not to.

Was there quirky humour? Yes, I burst out laughing quite a handful.

Was it beautifully shot? Yes. Some parts were wonderfully art directed.

Would I recommend it? Not sure.

Was I glad I had watched it? Yes.

Would I buy the DVD if I chanced upon it? Not really.

Did I have a cold shower after the show? Err, no. Honest!

The next movie which I want to see is 10 by Abbas Kiarostami. If I am not mistaken, I think he was the one who also directed "The Key".

That was one memorable movie.

Why?
Coz I watched it in Hong Kong. Practically finished YT's entire VCD collection during my 10 days stay at his apartment.
Coz the script consist of merely the name 'Amir Muhammad' being called to death, resurrected and to death again, from beginning to end.
Coz the plot was just so simple! Amazing!
Coz 'Amir Muhammad' became YT's nickname for me for quite a long bit.
Coz both YT and myself had a good laugh when I found out Amir Muhammad was also the name of a local indie film director.
Coz it warmed my heart. And that's enough.

May 12, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 11:38 pm
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pondering on life* 

Jo sent me pixs from her Hanoi trip this morning.
I love this one best. Nice, eh? Sitting next to Jo is Mr. Jam-tart Italiano; my #1 'boyfriend' and Jo's 'hubby'. Nice pose, Italiano. Am drooling over the strong, masculine neck ;-P~~



May 06, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 10:27 am
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what are you made of* 

Have been suffering from constipation for the past week. I blame it on stress. Heaps of it. When I am stressed, I intoxicate myself with caffeine. And with little water. Thus, it is most accurate to confirm that, yes, I am full of shit.

Hah! What an understatement!

May 01, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 4:03 am
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