are you trying to battle with me? *burp*

"infotainment" (see picture above)

how about i set the scene for tomorrow night?

in doosh's apartment: i refuse to come out of the bathroom. after i remember there's no lock on the bathroom door, i admit defeat and stomp out to the bed. i then refuse to help with the bags, even going so far as to sabotage the wheels with a plastic knife.

in the train: i conveniently lose the ticket we just purchased and try to convince doosh that it's really too much to pay 15 pounds for another ticket and she should just let me stay. my reasoning doesn't work and we buy another ticket which doosh holds onto.

at the airport: i slip away just before check-in under the pretense of needing the little girls room. i sit crouched and hidden behind a Peruvian family and try to blend in. plan is foiled yet again and doosh finds me. i tell her i lose my passport but she demands a cavity search. darn. foiled again.

before immigration: i grab onto doosh and hold on tight, tears streaming down my face and snot gathering on her shoulder. she removes herself easily from my desperate clutches (seeing as how she's a thousand times stronger than me) and i launch myself onto a nearby chair, holding on tight to the metal armrests with my teeth. she's still stronger than me so... plan. foiled. again.

in airplane: i scream hysterically and include the words "explosive" and "device" in my delirium. job well done. i'm back on english soil.

although i have a feeling i will most likely sob uncontrollably into lloyd bearington's butt in the plane and cry myself to sleep. and upon landing in kl will start to itch all over my body because of the difference in temperature.

goodbye oyster cards, goodbye wonderful food, goodbye super mega unbelievable sales, goodbye hot josh duhamel-looking waiter at wonderful, weird and wacky mexican restaurant. till next winter, my love.

*sob*

aureus

oh gomez why must fate keep us apart.

leaving for kl tomorrow. =(

pokinoi pokinoi

bought and been listening to:

• cirque du soleil - the best of cirque du soleil
• cirque du soileil - varekai
• cirque du soleil - quidam
• the teenagers - starlett johansson
• sigur ros - hvarf/heim

two days till i go home. =(

its the vulcan mating season

quidam




don't want to go back. too depressed to write anything.

varekai varekai

mama wants to join the circus.

solo on crutches


aerial straps (imagine having that much trust in somebody)


icarian games


russian swings


flight of icarus


body skating

you sold me queer giraffes. i want my money back.

saluton boys and girls.

cirque du soleil was unbelievable. i am officially obsessed. i tried to run away with them but they turned me away. apparently you need some sort of talent and i just can't contort my body into weird sexy poses.

we have ceased shopping owing to the fact that i can no longer fit my new clothes into my suitcase.

consequently, there's been nothing to do but to have major movie marathons. we watched childhood favourites camp nowhere and blank check. i just realized both movies involve the scamming of money by children. to buy wonderful luscious toys (that i still want even now as a 22 year old). and then no consequences befall them at the end of the movie. oh to be an american child in the early 90s.

next movie marathon i'm planning will be arnold schwarzenneger themed. austrian accented lines, here i come.

sweeney todd tonight!

R.I.P heath ledger and brad renfro.

ey-yo

testing testing 1,2,3


if you haven't figured it out by now, i'm testing out the header thing. i just discovered it. late, i know.

edit: i think i fucked up my layout. oh well. i was bored anyway. although i'm getting pissed off because i want the color of my blog post dates to change and it wont. and i can't seem to use xml templates. and i'm cranky because its 11am and i haven't slept.

lord lloyd bearington the third wants to share his vacay photos with you

Paddington Bear ain't got nothing on me. i'll tell you why...


this is my pal, Blinky. we had some crazy ass nights. but i ditched him...


'cause i met a girl called Candy Cane...


and she introduced me to her friends, Twinkie and HoHo...

and somehow we ended up in bed together. score!

lord beer me strength

in our next episode of 'infotainment', i present to you a mug of coke filled with duck shaped ice. where's the info of infotainment you ask? well, the duck mold was bought in paris. that's pretty informational right?

so i turned on the tv and the most fascinating show was on. it was "Hercules in New York" a.k.a Arnold's First Movie a.k.a The Most Rubbish Movie Ever Made. if that movie reel could talk, it'd say "I'm ashamed to be a part of this yet i'm secretly tickled by it. Why wouldn't I be tickled? He can't speak properly and he wrestles a bear while wearing a grey suit." yeah, that's right. he sprung from the carriage he was in to voluntarily wrestle a bear. what a man, what a man.

if you have to watch one video over and over again, make sure its this one.

santa's jolly cry or three prostitutes

Fat E.T. told me my blog was boring because there aren't any pictures. i believe he says that because he can't read. but for his benefit, i've included a crotch shot of the eiffel tower as a tribute to 'infotainment'.

the sales in london are crazy. i'm coming back here every january.

right now reading jonathan strange and mr norell by susanna clark and it is bloody effing good. no wonder its seth cohen's favourite book.

married couple discover they're twins

no, that's not the headline of a sleazy tabloid. or me trying to be gross. that story is so real, i had to actually go into a kedai runcit (or the english version of one) and buy a newspaper. the judge annulled their marriage of course but there is no way they'll be able to forget all the jiggy that went on. i mean, how do you come back from that??

in other older, but equally disturbing news, read this. oh the denial.

i'm sick again. this time its a chesty cough accompanied by a sore throat. or is it the other way round? hmmm...i ask such deep questions. this time around, my flu seems to be divided up into parts. a few days ago it was the runny nose, today its the cough. i expect the fever and nausea to appear in 3 days.

my hair is overgrown. i look like a mushroom. i need to get it cut. but everytime i feel bad about it, i just look at jim sturgess's mullet in across the universe.

till we meet again, comrades.

your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

did you miss me? nahhh...i bet you did.

watched spamalot tonight. sure it filled me with mirth, but i built it up too much in this little peanut sized head of mine. i got a few good hahas out of it though. mostly because of the taunting french knights. and the knights who say 'ni!'. nothing can beat the movie. feel like watching it now. dammit why didn't i bring it.

watched across the universe again. my purpose in life right now is to sing the soundtrack wherever i go in order to get people to listen to the cd. so far its been a success. this lady on the bus was singing "across the universe" the other day. but i can't take credit for that. she was drunk, crazy or both. a cackling crazy drunk. who changed the lyrics of the song to "nothing's gonna change my minnnddddd". and then cosied up to the stranger beside her by putting her head on his shoulder. good times.

besides that, i haven't done much. been messing up the house, procrastinating cleaning it and carb overloading.

next to watch is wicked the musical. *cue cackling laughter* and then we're watching cirque du soleil! oh, how i wish i could run away with the circus. people don't do it anymore do they?

butcher vacancy. apply within.

hello my little potatoes.

just got back a couple of days ago.

paris was so-so. eurodisney just doesn't do it for me anymore. although the african man in montmarte was amusing. he tied a string around my wrist and promised me that it would enhance my boogajooga experiences and he promised i'd get 12 babies if i wore it. for those who aren't familiar with the term boogajooga, well, when a man loves a woman, she lets his eel into her cave and then she loses her flower of purity and then they get a half eel, half flower baby.

amsterdam was awesome blossom, extra awesome!!!

spent new year's watching fireworks in the reflection of a building in waterloo. the hour and a half walk home was great. really.

and now once again watching boys play pro-evo. woohoo.

mama misses her beng and bean.