Written by lainie at 07:47 PM on January 13, 2006 in Daily Life.

Katagender has been updated with the photos and thingies. I haven't had time to check it out yet (though my mom did stare cause I laughed at the photos I briefly saw) but ack that reminds me I'm supposed to call Jac and ask her something.

I was awaken this morning (VERY EARLY) by multiple smses 'congratulating' me for the IFL gazetting being put on hold thingie. I don't know why I'm being congratulated, what the hell did I do?

Anyhow, we shall see how it goes. Mmmphm, pardon caution / cynicism as I wait.

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My biggest concern right now, is when the hell am I gonna thread my eyebrows? I'd like to have more than one, thank you.

Oh. And I'm considering a haircut. Something that will preferably piss my dad off. Just kidding. My concept is: Hair grows all the time, but Chinese New Year only comes once a year. So. What better time to do something stupid to my hair, than when my entire extended family will see it?

I think I prefer having long hair. So if I'm gonna have something short, it might as well be useful and make me giggle.

But seriously. I'd like to colour my hair too. The only thing is, I once told myself that I would try not to colour my hair the same colour twice - short of purple, green or pink (I'm never doing blond, don't ask why), I've basically run out of colours. And I don't want the colours that remain.

Maybe colour it red, in the spirit of Gongxifacai. You have no idea how tempted I am by that idea because my mom said something this afternoon...."Your aunts are compl....saying...that you like all these Indian stuff"....

What the hell is that supposed to mean anyway? I told her off, damn if I'm going to put up with any racist crap from my own family. I didn't hear any bloody complains when I was going through the Thai phase (actually, I can't really remember if they saw my face during that phase, I might have just been in Cyberjaya all through that).

Speaking of Chinese New Year.....People keep asking me when it is. Jesus I don't fricking know, I'm at the generation / marriage status / age where the only thing I have to worry about during CNY is

1) pockets to carry my angpows
2) remember Chinese titles for random uncles / aunts / grands / great grands / pseudo granduncle's young girlfriend's brother kinda stuff.
3) don't wear black / dark colours
4) sharpen up chopstick kung fu so I too, can skillfully toss yee sang onto someone's ceiling.
5) eating too many mandarin oranges, and suffering the consequences.
6) bleeding eardrums if my neighbours don't stop blaring those gongxifacai songs sung by children in bad pink costumes.

To be honest, I don't know when it is, but it must be soon because all the mall workers seem EXTRA grumpy from the last minute shopping and endless Gongxifacai songs playing on the mall's stereos. Fuck, I'd be grouchy too if I heard the bad music all day.

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I had this conversation with my dad, in the car:

Dad: What is this.....black metal thing.
Lainie: It's nothing. Media fucking up and around. It wasn't even black metal.
Dad: Well...Girl, you must be smart and learn to
Lainie: Don't finish that sentence.
Dad: I'm just saying that
Lainie: Don't finish that sentence.
Dad: You should know when to
Lainie: I am telling you, if you finish that sentence, we will definitely wind up having a big argument (because it'll piss me off and I won't bother keeping my trap shut).

Sigh. Let's just say I could sense what was coming up and was in no way in the mood for it.

If I get arrested for attending a punk rock gig, and somehow end up accused for being a Satanist at a Black Metal gig (which I will listen to anyway if I damn well want), I do NOT want to have any memories whatsoever of a conversation where I was told that if I know they're a group subjugated against I should immediately distance myself from them, regardless of what I think is right, for self-preservation.

I'm......not like that.

Is this the attitude we're suppose to evolve into? Or do you reckon this is the very outlier behaviour that evolution would breed out? Not sure if it even applies, and I don't really care anyway, long as I'm doing what I like .

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Being back in Ipoh means I listen to jibes / remarks about my lack of cooking abilities. The fact is this: I am a cook with no natural ability for anything beyond turning something raw into something burnt.

I really don't see WHY I should inflict my terrible cooking skills on the world just cause I have a vagina. Do my breasts hold the goddamn skillet? Fucking NO. It's probably easier on me to make babies than pancakes.

Yeesh.

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Brokeback Mountain won't be screening in Malaysia, which is, you know, totally taking me by surprise. Uhuh.

Anyhoo, Lola has recently found out her crush is unavailable (that darling boy), so. Lola. *Waggles eyebrows*. When are we going for a drink?

[ Because I am just asking KA to kick my ass ]

Media Tomb Candlelight Vigil - there is a 20% chance of me being there.

Sorry I've been terrible with emails / comments, I come home, blog, and I go out again soo....

Kiss kisss

Argh, I am running so late it's not funny!

Rush rush rush

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