I will never be a soldier or a cop or whatever that requires me to run about in the dirt, throw myself on the ground or have bullets whizzing past me at high speed.

Bluddy scary it is. Not to mention dirty and painful too.

Who would have thought harmless little balls filled with coloured vegetable oil that look a bit like those little soft bath balls Body Shop sells could cause so much injury?

When they're travelling at a speed of 328km/h, believe me they can. And I have the bruises to prove for it. *ouch ouch ouch* There's one the size of a tennis ball on my right thigh. I have to readjust my bra strap so that it sits a little off the top of my shoulder because there's another bruise the size of a golf ball on my right shoulder. Having the seatbelt on when you're driving (seatbelt goes across right shoulder, see) is a very painful affair.

The word, 'Paintball', now conjures up feelings of extreme fear. Now I know why they call it an extreme sport. An extreme sport that is extremely painful and extremely scary and extremely tiring and oh, extremely expensive. Well...it is extremely fun too. You get to hold a semi-automatic air rifle powered by carbon dioxide (or was that hydrogen? I can't remember. I got shot twice on the head. That should account for the amnesia) and run around in the hot sun, blindly spraying your enemy with paint 'bullets'. Pretty cool. If it wasn't so painful.

I am battered and bruised and my body is protesting overtime. And I can�t stand this particular Account Manager at work!

I�ve never known a pest till I met this guy. Argh. He just hovers around you. You try to ignore him but there�s this buzzing discomfort that�s always there. Oh, and did I mention he�s such a chicken too. I mean, this guy is so afraid to do anything. Client tells him to jump, he�ll just ask, �how high?� Hello? Any brains in there? Oh, who am I to kid? Obviously his brain is that the size of a chicken�s brain too.

Patience. Patience. Patience.

Thank goodness I only have another 2 days to go.

So...I'm sitting here staring at the palm of my hand and wondering 'where's my lifeline??'

First, do I look at my right palm or my left palm? They say guys, left; girls, right. Then they say one is fate and the other is what you make out of life. So which do I look at? My right or my left?

Doesn't matter really. I can't make head or tail out of all the lines on my palms anyway. Don't even know which one of the kazillion lines here is the lifeline. All I know is I have a lot of lines. They say it comes from thinking too much. Hmm. What they don't say is what of too much do I think of?

I envy those with clear palms. Their lines are easily distinguishable. Gives me the notion that these people know where they're going. Mine, on the other hand (no, not the other hand, literally. We're still talking about both my hands) look like a psycho with a knife had a field day at them. "Slash, slash, slash! Oooh. Lovely pattern, look. Slash!"

Anyway, why am I looking for my lifeline? Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if I would be dying anytime soon, that's all. And also if I should spend money I don't have on things I don't need and not worry about having to pay back anything.

Go figure.

Amazon.com has claimed another 'victim'.

Ack.

Yes, I just spent about RM200 buying a DVD set. But I have a perfectly good reason for that. It's Buffy! And now, I'm feeling extremely depressed, poor and excited. I'm a shitload of contradictions, I am. Pfft. If it doesn't get to me (I have about as much faith in our local postal system and custom officers as I do have in a pig being able to fly), then it's RM200 down the drain (hear the flush?) But if it does get to me (!!!), then there's going to be a Buffy season 3 marathon and more orders for seasons 1, 2, 4 and 5! Ack. Do I hear more flushes? Either way, I'm deadmeat.

Speaking of Buffy, Buffy returns on May 8! Season 6! Wooohoooo! Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait! About time too. Yea, yea I know. The rest of the world is in 2003 while I'm still stuck in 2001. *Bawls*

Just wait till I have my own TV station...

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Hey, a girl is allowed to dream, isn't she? Pfft.

I'm bored.

There are a thousand and one things I want to do but don't feel like doing. Ever get like that? Happens to me all the time...

Write a review of Vigilante Force. Nope, I haven't finished watching it yet but I'm thinking I might like to write a review for it.

Write two album reviews - one for Joey Yung's 'My Pride' and the other, Denise Ho's 'Roundup'.

Write two short silly stories.

Ambitious eh? Seeing what a great procrastinator I am, I'll probably get around to doing them next millenia...

Watched Willard yesterday.

With SARS and all, you dare step into a cinema??

*waves hand nonchalantly* If I die, I die.

Anyway, expected more of the movie. Expected it to be a lot more dark and creepy. But the only creepy bit in there was Crispen Glover (thin scary man from Charlie's Angels, he). I suppose it didn't help too that my girlfriends were giggling away throughout the movie. About what I have no idea. And they nearly broke out in full-fledged laughter too when 'Ben' the song came on. *rolls eyes* The rats just weren't vicious or scary enough. Tsk tsk tsk. Although the shit that they left behind wherever they went was pretty disgusting. Yuck.

Had drinks after with my girlfriends at Chilies. But then it being family restaurant and all, we were kicked out at about 12ish. A bit not too subtle when they place the bill in front of you and say, "Err...Miss, could you please settle the bill now. We're closing."

Skedadled over to another pub where my ex-colleagues were. Had more drinks and told them to spread the news that I'd be jobless by the end of the month. Actually what I really told them was, "Hey, go tell your boss if he wants a freelancer, I'm available." I know they want someone to work on their retail account. I hear it's quite a nightmare but I figured nothing can be as bad as that *puke blood* telco account.

It's Holy Thursday today.

Just thought you might like to know...

To extend or not to extend, that is the question...

The CD of this agency just came up to me and asked if I would be willing to extend for a couple more weeks after this month is up. How? Sigh. I don't know wor. Anyway, I told him that if it was to work on that *puke blood* telco account, no thank you. He very reluctantly said that I wouldn't have to work on it. No wait. He didn't say that. He just said that I'll probably be doing more of what I'm doing now instead. Hmm. Snake, he.

Whatever. Haven't said yes or no yet. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Half of my blood test results came back today. I already know my white blood cells are low, which means my immunity system is low. Can't they tell me something new? The other half of the results should come back tomorrow. Dad says not to worry, it's no big. Then he proceeds to ask if I have medical and hospitalisation insurance. *blink* Am I worried? No, not at all. And that's the truth. The only thing I'm worried about is if they tell me I won't be able to drink anymore! Ack. What other pleasures are there in life if not for alcohol?

Ya, ya, I don't understand me either.

Whoopee! Whooopeeeee! Whoopeeeeeeeeee!

And no, they're not of the Goldberg sort.

What? Why? How? Hmm?

On the right, on the right! --> Seeeeee??? -->>>>

They're back! My archives are back!!! Oh, happy happy joy joy! Took me long enough to make them appear again. Abracadabra Magic! Muahahahahhahahahahaha!

Stupid blogger. Lovely blogger. This is some love-hate relationship we're having.

Where in the world is ex-boyfriend?

Hmm...it doesn't quite have the same feel as Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?, does it?

Oh well, after leaving two voicemails on my phone, he managed to get through to me this time round. Or rather, I managed to pick up his call eventually. Third time lucky, I guess.

So, where in the world is he?

London.

And apparently they've been having pretty good weather lately, he tells me. Which is nice. Better than the weather we've been having here. Cats and dogs. Scary. The horror movie kind of scary. All dark, wind howling and trees falling over kind of scary. Oops. I digress.

Back to ex-boyfriend.

London must be really boring for him to call me, I say. Idiot had to agree. Rolls eyes.

We were on the phone for about 40 minutes I think. It was the usual things: how are you, what have you been up to lately, any new places to explore, etc. He's got another week to go in London before going back to New York. He's moved out of his place in New York and is renting another. He doesn't want to go back to New York. He's racked up a humongous bill for his New York employers in London. So, I tell him he'd better make sure his employers aren't triad/mafia or they'll track him down and skin him alive. Okay, so I watch too much TV. But you never know. TV mirrors real life, after all.

Oh, he asks me if I've been going to Cilantro too. Don't know why, really. I don't ever remember ever having gone to Cilantro...to eat, that is. Hmm. Maybe it's because it was one of the places he used to like going to and was probably one of the last places we went to before he left. Hmm. Anyway, it's so bluddy far away - out in Ampang-traffic jam zone! No way I'd go if I have to drive myself. He should know better. Pfft.

Anyway, one of the kazillion tributes to Leslie Cheung came on TV at that moment. So it was bye bye ex-bf, me want to watch Gor Gor and bawl my eyes out. Okay he says, he'll go for a walk in Hyde Park instead. Erm. All right. He tells me there are plenty of leng-luis in London. So maybe he'll meet one on his walk. Maybe I should go for a walk too. Might meet a leng-jai.

Yea, wishful thinking. Cannot-ah?

Stressed out. Stressed out. Stressed out.

Me going off my rockers over Off Our Rockers! Arghhhhhhh!!! Bloody textfields, textareas and what-nots. Why can't everything be simpler??? Why can't I change the bloody font? Why? Why? Why? Probably can. But I don't know how and I can't be bothered to read the dummy book.

I wanna cry...

Just wanna...

Waaaaaaaaaaailllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll...

It's not easy playing a living person. It's even harder playing a corpse.

I guess with that impression in mind, the HKFA decided to give the Best Newcomer Award to Eugenia Yuen...who will forever go down in history as having won for her portrayal of a dead body.

Yes, amid all the gloom and bad luck, the 22nd Annual HKFA Awards took place tonight (oops. It's after 12. All right, last night then). After all, this is showbiz, and as they say in the business, the show must go on.

As expected, Hero and Infernal Affairs practically hogged the limelight, with the bigger prizes going to Infernal Affairs, of course. It is homegrown, after all. Which makes it surprising that Hero is actually there at all. I mean, except for two of its stars, isn't Hero China's? Oh well. I suppose there had to be some sort of competition, else it would have made an already boring and expected affair even more boring and expected. Oh wait. I forgot. Hong Kong is China. Oh all right. Technicalities, technicalities. *rolls eyes*

Ah another thing. The face masks. Right. We know what they're for. We know precautions have to be taken. But what's the point when you're going to be taking it off and putting it on and taking it off and putting it on again?!! Also, didn't I read somewhere that you should avoid touching your mask as it just defeats all purpose? Andy Lau mustn't have been paying attention.

Anyway, here are some of the results. I'm just overjoyed that Andy Lau didn't win Best Actor. *evil laugh*

Young Director's Award: Lo Chi Leung, Inner Senses
Best Cinematography: Christopher Doyle, Hero
Best Musical Score: Hero
Best Theme Song: Andy Lau, Tony Leung, Infernal Affairs
Best Costume: Hero
Best Stunt Choreography: Hero
Best Script: Infernal Affairs
Best Film Edit: Infernal Affairs
Best Newcomer: Eugenia Yuen, Three (Going Home)
Best Supporting Actor: Anthony Wong, Infernal Affairs
Best Supporting Actress: Liu Ruo Ying, Double Vision
Best Actress: Angelica Lee, The Eye
Best Actor: Tony Leung, Infernal Affairs
Best Director: Andrew Lau, Alan Mak, Infernal Affairs
Best Picture: Infernal Affairs

See what I mean? Might as well have called it the Hero and Infernal Affairs Awards Ceremony.

OK, I've got to mention junny somewhere in this entry. Someone's been getting slightly miffed that bingy's been getting all the mentions. LOL. Geesh. Singaporeans. Can't please them, can you? Hehehe.

There you go, junny. You're in my blog! Oh, and since you're here, I might as well do some advertising for you too I suppose.

OFF OUR ROCKERS! <-- amazing site (I'm the genius who designed it, of course), amazing stories (well, those are junny's and bingy's. oops, I had to mention bingy again. *runs and hides from junny*), lots to see, lots to do! Go there now (ok, maybe not now. After you've finished reading my blog then). And don't forget to sign their guestbook!

Ok, now back to moi.

Hmmm...

Let's see...

Arm hurt yesterday. Arm not hurting as bad today. Wonder if arm will hurt tomorrow.

"The Adventures of Jo and her Arm."

There's just so much excitement.

A friend gave some sound advice last night...
"If you want your death to be taken seriously, try not to die on April 1st."

I wished it had been a joke though. But it wasn't. Unbelievable as it may seem, Leslie Cheung is really dead.

I remember him from my early secondary school days. My mum had bought me my ever first cantopop cassette (yes, cassette. It was that long a time ago) and it had Leslie's songs on it. I was hooked from that very moment on. I remember the golden years of Alan, Leslie and Anita. I remember the rivalry between Leslie and Alan's fans. I remember how I used to swear each time Leslie lost out on the Most Popular Male Singer Award to Alan. I remember his songs. I remember his retirement. I remember watching his farewell concert on video. I remember crying along with him and thousands of other fans. I remember him coming out of retirement. I remember his last concert in Malaysia. I remember being there.

Leslie was known as a legend - a title I think he truly is worthy of. He was arguably the most charismatic performer Hong Kong ever had. He lit up the stage with his slick moves, his haunting voice and his charm. His boyish good looks made many a fan (including yours truly) fall head over heels in love with him. He was everyone's darling.

I never expected him to go that way though. I remember during his farewell concert, he had explained why he had chosen that moment to retire. He wanted everyone to remember him. He wanted to be remembered at his highest peak. It saddens me to see such a man reduced to suicide. We may never truly know the reason he threw himself out that window. Then again, it's probably better if it's kept that way.

Hong Kong has lost another of its super icons. And I have lost another bit of my childhood.

Gor gor, thank you for your music. You will always be remembered.

Rest in peace.

In loving memory of Leslie Cheung Kok Weng (1956-2003).

Well, since The Binge told me my subheads on the right were boring, she had to sit through with me until I changed them all. Ha! Oh and if you guys don't understand or don't like any of them, it's all her fault *points finger at the bingy one a.k.a the scapegoat*. Baaaaaa...(oops. That's a sheep, not a goat.)

I finally went and got my arm checked yesterday. Tendonitis it was. And the cause? No clue, so they did like a kazillion blood tests. Ack. I hate needles. And they still don't know what's wrong with me. Oh well.

Anyway, walking around the hospital corridors sort of reminded me of Healing Hands. LOL. Everytime I turned the corner, I wondered if I'd walk into Dr Paul Cheng or Dr Henry Lai!

I know, I know. I watch too much TV...