Me has dado otro razón a te amo.
Pero ahora, para mí, tu eres un antiguo amor solamente. Nada más y nada menor que un parte de mi historia.
Qué pena…
i get a kick out of you Monday, Aug 27 2007
The third annual Brunei Open tees off at the end of August at the beautiful Empire Golf & Country Club. 18 holes of green splendour, a multitude of talented golfers from Asia-Pacific… what more could you want from a golf tournament held right in your own country?
“You’ll be watching the Brunei Open, won’t you?”
“Yes….”
“And you’ll be taking me along with you, won’t you… seeing as I’m jobless now?”
“Well, if you can score me reserved parking passes…”
Right.
In other news, I’ve heard many rumours about what happens when durian and alcohol (particularly beer) are consumed together. Stories about stomachs imploding, the person consuming lying in bed in a fragile state for the next week… SO, ever the consummate scientist, I decided to test the myth out! Brunei’s own version of Mythbusters, if you will.
Half a bottle of Vodka Ice, check. 10 pieces of local durian, check.
Time taken to consume = 10 minutes
At one minute… nothing.
At two minutes… nothing.
At seven minutes… nothing.
At ten minutes… nothing.
Conclusion?
MYTH BUSTED. (Though still plausible, seeing as I had Vodka and not beer.)
Should this provide a reason for tourists in the South-east Asian region to eat and drink the two together? OF COURSE NOT. The moral of the story is: exercise caution, and bear in mind that perhaps these rumours were started for good reason. I was only reminded of the dangers of the consuming the two together just as I was taking the durian out of the fridge, and by then nothing could stop me from giving in to the lovely odour emitted by these sumptuous morsels of fruity flesh. I love durian!
“i just want to see you happy” Thursday, Aug 23 2007
concerts and emo and television 7:21 pm
In between going out with Jeff, Nicole and Suan; finishing up the seventh season of Gilmore Girls; catching up with those I neglected while still working at the bank; and basically not cherishing the feeling of being bored, I’ve had an eventful first week as an officially unemployed bum. I’ve been sleeping late (with time differences between Brunei and London not helping my case at all), waking up even later, and spending extended periods of time in front of the idiot box and my laptop — sometimes, at the same time!
Today was no different. I was a mess after watching the series finale of Gilmore Girls. Everyone’s in a fantastic place, and David Rosenthal has left his audience with a pretty firm idea of what will unfold post-show. I loved the symbolism which led up to the finale: the image of different pathways in life in “Hay Bale Maze”, with Luke eventually sending Lorelai on the correct path… foreshadowing their happy reunion at the end. Logan breaking up with Rory caused me heartbreak; hearing Richard and Emily serenade Rory with Cole Porter’s “You’re The Top” and attributing her success to Lorelai, a tear-jerker; and seeing the series finale end the way the pilot did — the camera panning out of Luke’s Diner with Rory and Lorelai talking over coffee and Luke bustling around in the background — just sold it for me. I loved the show. I hopped on the bandwagon late, halfway through the 4th season, and it’s been a great further 4 years. Thank you, Gilmore Girls, for many many hours of great television.
I have also successfully booked tickets for Darren Hayes’ concert at the Royal Albert Hall this 3rd October! I’m going with Suan and I am guessing- no, I know that it will be an absolutely amazing night. Darren Hayes, in concert… FINALLY. It really is a dream come true.
Do you want to know a secret?
I’ve realised that the past year has been nothing but an extended lesson in the meaning of “disappointment”.
P.S. KCS is up in Calgary now, and is heading to Banff tomorrow. Heh.
ultimatum Saturday, Aug 18 2007
movies and the bourne ultimatum 11:38 pm
I watched The Bourne Ultimatum with mum and dad last night, and it is, in my opinion, the best summer flick this year! I’ve always loved the Bourne series because of the balance it manages to strike between being action movies and stories of human interest; there is action, but it is intelligent action, and is always there for a reason. I love how Matt Damon plays Jason Bourne: with finesse. His performance allows us, the audience, to realise that behind the conditioned reflexes to protect himself and to kill, Jason Bourne, CIA assassin extraordinare, is vulnerable too. The series is smart, sexy and fast-paced, and has evolved from its indie roots to be one of the finest the genre “Action” has to offer. I’d recommend this series to anyone in a heartbeat. Will you please watch it to make me happy? (:
I partook in a delightful afternoon tea with Rafidah this afternoon, before heading off to watch Ratatouille at the Empire Cinema. The people manning the concession stand annoyed us in so many ways, and to cut a long story short, we waited in line for 10 minutes before we were able to purchase popcorn and a bottle of mineral water — causing us to be late for the short film preceding the movie. However, the movie was excellent! It was short enough to sustain attention, yet long enough for fantastic character development, beautiful animation and of course, an adorable plot. Whoever thought mice could be so heartwarming?
Plans for the upcoming Christmas holidays seem more and more concrete by day! Charli will be in Guildford, which is a stone’s throw away from London on a map of England, and Brendan will be jetting over from Melbourne about a week after my term holiday begins. Arlie will also be joining us from Heidelberg in Germany towards the end of December, so there will be a mini Australian reunion in London at the end of this year. It’s quite odd when one puts it that way, but that doesn’t make it any less exciting! I haven’t seen these three for YONKS — nearly nine months now, and I miss them a lot.
I’m having a manicure early tomorrow morning (“early” = 9.30 am), so I’d best be off to bed. Night all!
Protected: womb to tomb, birth to earth Tuesday, Aug 14 2007
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good night, and good luck Sunday, Aug 12 2007
friends and the bourne ultimatum 2:37 am
Some people are so full of shit. Yet others are the most gorgeous specimens to ever traipse the face of this earth.
Unfortunately, I know a few who fit into the former category. However, others — whether they know it or not — are the very epitomes of the latter to me. And they make me happy. (:
I spent the day with Jeff and Suan, with Chooch joining us for dinner and a movie in the evening. I did run into the cute boy from the office outside the cineplex, and though he was sharing popcorn with a girl who is presumably his significant other, the very sight of him was exhilarating! However, the fact that he didn’t seem to notice me put a temporary damper on my mood. Le sniffle.
I also watched Bobby last night, though I fell asleep midway through the movie because I was exhausted and the plot wasn’t yet gripping enough to keep me awake. This morning, I started watching West Side Story because I couldn’t find either Crash or Babel and I decided that a musical might cheer me up. And it did, because Richard Beymer is hot-as! I also squealed with excitement when I saw the trailer for The Bourne Ultimatum in the cinema because, my dearest chucks, you may or may not know that I am a huge Bourne fan, having loved Jason Bourne ever since the first movie. I want to marry him! :P Dream on, I know.
Well, I won’t be able to watch Ultimatum before Thursday, at the very least, because my brother’s mock exams begin next week and he definitely wants to see the movie, along with dad and mum (shock there!). And so I’ll have to read countless reviews of the movie on blogs, and know I’ll have to wait a little longer just to see it. Then again, patience is always a virtue, and it’s always fun watching sequels with fans of the series because we all know what is going on, as well as the backstory. (:
Okay, it’s late and I’m babbling. Off to bed I go!
oxymoron Monday, Aug 6 2007
friends 7:28 pm
I have never, ever felt so unappreciated in my life. I hate that you never listen to me, wanker.
On the other hand, I had an excellent, productive day at work today. I’d almost forgotten the feeling of being accomplished — and then when I arrived back home I reread the History and Economics Internal Assessments I’d submitted as coursework for the IB, and felt even better. 
Apparently it’s IA season for yet another IB batch, and I read You Jin’s Economics commentaries just yesterday. It’s like the baton has been passed from one person to another. Last year, Amanda read my commentaries, now I’m doing the same for another person. Except I’m probably not as qualified to do it as Amanda is, but heyy. 
I’ve been out quite a bit lately. Dinner and a movie on Monday night; dinner and “poker” night at Jeff’s on Wednesday; coffee, cake and a chat with the guys on Saturday. Sunday was meant to be a day spent with the girls from 5T, but mum conveniently forgot to tell us that we were celebrating my grand-dad’s birthday with family during lunch, so I had to cancel those plans, and Suan and I spent the whole afternoon catching up instead. And now, another weekend has passed and I’m closer than ever before to handing in my resignation letter and spending the next month in a state of constant late-mornings-even-later-nights bliss. Yeehaw.
Today I had the funniest text message conversation:
“morning! xxx told me that u and yyy (female) were having a fight last night. care to tell me why?”
“fight? why do you want to know? … did you think it was over you?! omg, prasan!”
“ohh… I’M GOING TO KILL XXX. me malu now…”
Can I die of laughter? 
winter solstice Sunday, Aug 5 2007
harry potter 3:23 am
It’s 3.16 am, and I must have finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows barely half an hour ago.
As much as I may not have liked the mid-section of the book, the end, I’ll have to admit, was quite gripping. There was a chapter where I nearly teared up, and so much lovely symbolism — I liked that very much. On the other hand, the epilogue was corny and rather shit, really, but it gave a sense of closure to the novel that the proper final chapter didn’t, so I’m glad it was written.
I should stop procrastinating online and get to bed. Night all!
coincidences Saturday, Aug 4 2007
community service and friends and harry potter and literature and lyrics and musings 10:52 pm
I thought I’d have to donate a unit of blood on Tuesday, but it turns out, I can’t, because it’s that time of the month. I love coincidences! Dad’s also not too keen on me donating blood, though he heads that section of the hospital, so I’m sure the knowledge that his daughter will not faint under the hands of his (I’m sure) well-trained phlebotomists will surely ease his mind.
Savage Garden’s lyrics always strike a chord with me. Darren Hayes writes in “Gunning Down Romance”, Love and other moments are just chemical reactions in your brain. And when you think about it, he’s hit the nail on the head. What is love other than a feeling that is emitted by your cerebrum? It has the capacity to fool, to hurt… and yes, I am jaded.
Suan and I had a really long talk on the phone just now about absolutely nothing. We started talking about literature, and it was only then that we realised how much we are unlike in this aspect. I like Orwell and Steinbeck; she likes Bronte and DuMaurier… but it makes for really good conversation (a lot of mock gasps from her end!). We always have really good conversations anyway, and this lends credence to the fact that opposites do attract. (:
“I really can’t stand sappy romance stories-”
“NAT!”
“It’s true. They’re all cliched! I mean, look- at the end of Jane Eyre, she and Rochester get together”
“NAT!”
“They’re all the same — Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights-”
“Ohh, but I love Wuthering Heights! And I think Rebecca’s a great novel… It isn’t your typical Victorian romance yarn. It is philosophical, and quite symbolic. I read it from 10 pm, and finished it at 2 am.”
“But it’s still from the same era!”
“Heh. I bet you don’t like poems then.”
“No, I LOVE poems… but only if every other word is symbolic. I like hard, symbolic literature.”
“Then you like American literature. I didn’t think you were the sort.”
“No, I love 1984, and what little of Catch-22 I’ve read, and Steinbeck…”
“And I’m the complete opposite then.”
And on, and on, and on…
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I have about 80 pages to go, and it is slowly getting better. The story is finally moving forward and things are beginning to happen — yet I’m quite upset at the way the novel is advancing. If this had been a story set in the normal world, where the word “magic” encompasses sleight of hand and tricks with coins, J.K. Rowling would have been stuck. A lot of what happens in the book is heavily reliant on deus ex machina — which, when put in simpler terms, is when The Powers That Be (TPTB) intercede to move the story forward. And in The Deathly Hallows, TPTB is magic in all its forms, because magic allows anything to happen. For example, Harry’s glasses snap into two. A wave of the wand, and the problem is solved. In reality, the protagonist would have to struggle with his myopia until he finds another pair, thus creating obstacles, creating conflict. This does not happen in Harry Potter; magic is too convenient, it solves problems almost instantaneously at times. There is little imagination — yet there is too much imagination, if you get what I mean. The story is good, but it can be rubbish… Hmmm.
Anyway, off to perform my nightly ablutions, finish Harry Potter… and then I’m off to la la land. (:
