As Suanie Sees It

I think I should buy a mountain bike.

I had one, but Mom gave it away when I moved to KL. You know, because I was too fat to get on a bike.

Of course I wouldn’t be able to cycle to, say Midvalley.

But for dinners and such, it shouldn’t be a problem. Heck, I could even cycle to KY’s house! Save petrol money and all that.

It is a wonderfully brilliant idea. Now if only crime rates could be reduced, and Malaysians were nicer drivers…

Hahaha… yeah I was really joking.

Now this really applies atm.

Then there’s the shitty feeling of being covered in particles of shit throughout Sunday and Monday.

I washed my face with shitty water, I brushed my teeth with shitty water, I showered in shitty water, I washed my plates with shitty water, I scrubbed my toilet walls with shitty water, I flushed my toilet with shitty water, I washed my ass with shitty water which kind of defeats the purpose. Lucky for me I drink water bought from the water vending machine.

Sure it’s ammonia. But let me tell you this: the only thing that smells like human shit is human shit.

Like I wouldn’t know right now.

p/s : The Internet is for Pr0n

On Friday evening Dad called me. Twice. I was napping and missed his call, and by the time I got up it was too late to return his call.

The next day at 9 a.m. I called home, but no one picked up. I tried again at 10 a.m. Then 11 a.m. Then 12 p.m. 1 p.m. 2 p.m. 3 p.m. 4 p.m. 5 p.m. 5.30 p.m. 6 p.m.

I kind of freaked out the entire day.

At 8.05 p.m. Dad called me back. Turned out that I had accidentally called home and he was merely returning the call (we have one of those caller ID thing). He was out the whole day, nothing happened to him, all body parts intact.

Everyone should just get a bloody mobile phone.

This isn’t exactly a review, but then I’m out of categories.

By the way I would like to congratulate Streamyx for infiltrating my patience limit. And for the 10,000 times I’ve called the help desk to unsuccessfully find out why my Internet connection isn’t working. Sometimes I wonder what the hell I am paying for.

Anyway, Fireangel and I joined Albert, Silencers, Cheneille and a bunch of their friends yesterday for Actorlympics at the Bangsar Actors Studio.

It was my first Actorlympics show, I didn’t know what to expect and pleasantly found myself laughing like kok throughout the show.

If you’d seen ‘Whose Line Is It Anyway?’ you’d know what this show is about. Hence Actor Acting+Olympics = Actorlympics, geddit? Heh…

Yesterday’s line up was : Edwin Sumun, Afdlin Shauki, Ida Nerina, Fish, Reza Zainal Abidin, Na’a Murad and Douglas Lim.

It struck me that Malaysians are fond of talking about two things: public toilets and Samy Vellu. Well, what the audience wants, the audience gets. That’s the whole gist of the show anyway.

All in all, it was really fun, a very good relaxing night out. This round’s Actorlympics final show is on February 26th (Sat) at 8.30 p.m, so go catch it if you have a chance. It’s at The Actors Studio at Bangsar Shopping Centre, prices are RM 47, RM42 and RM 22 for students and senior citizens.

By the way, Edwin Sumun wants us to pimp his blog. For the hillarious host of the show who wears a tiara and loves Thai… erm people, ANYTHING!

You are le original diva.

I don’t get that many hits, but sometimes the public pressure of this blog makes me feel that I am obliged to write something of importance, such as my disdain for certain politicians or newspaper, or observations of the awkward social skills of who and who, or notes on relationships (or the lack thereof) ala Carrie Bradshaw, or be just plain weird and funny and Suanie.

Today, I really don’t give a damn.

And this, Fireangel, is an update. You are great, I am great, my chair is sucky, now stop bugging me BLEH!

p/s: it’s Erna’s birthday today!

My colleague Jess promised to hunt down Hoegaarden on tap in KL for me and boy, did she come through.

Janice couldn’t believe her luck at one so big

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