I'm Not Asleep, My Eyes Are Just Closed

Music 1. Somebody To Love – JEFFERSON AIRPLANE 2. Angry Angel - IMOGEN HEAP . A week at my older sister's meant a good a long trawl through her extensive CD collection. All of us siblings have different tastes in music but at various junctures our paths cross, and this old gem by Imogen Heap is one of them. 3. Set The Fire To The Third Bar – SNOW PATROL & MARTHA WAINWRIGHT . I hated this at first but it's one of those songs that grow on you. 4. Not My Kinda Scene – POWDERFINGER . Courtesy of my sister again, I found this old tune on a CD which I think is actually mine, but I can't very well prove it. We're always nicking stuff from each other anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter. Slow-rock still sounding good. 5. Your Cover’s Blown – BELLE & SEBASTIAN . My younger sister sent me this track ages ago but I must have been in some kind of noisy guitar rock only mood that I couldn't really bring myself to like it. But I've been organising my music collect

Once upon a time, there were two best guy friends who met with two best girl friends. Guy A married Girl A and Guy B married Girl B and each couple went on to have many children and many happy (I think) years of marriage thereafter. Unfortunately Couple B was afflicted with Keeping-Up-With-The-Joneses Syndrome , more commonly known in Malaysia as kiasu . Their favourite people to inflict this disease on were their best friends, Couple A, who on a normal day, could not give a rat’s ass whether the car they drove, the neighbourhood they lived in or the type of china they used would enhance their status symbol or not. However, there was one thing in which Couple A, mainly Girl A, was very insecure about, which were her children and her pre-occupation with what was ‘normal’ society behaviour. Symptoms have been mainly kept under control due to both couples being busy with the needs of a growing family but once the children left the nest, things came to a head. Together with equally kiasu e

The problem with addictions is when you think you need a little bit more, just a little bit to satisfy your craving then you’ll be alright but that little bit more is never enough. You have one more and as soon as that is over, you want another one. And how could I not want another one when that addiction is as adorable as Dean and Sam Winchester? You know when you hear guys say that their ultimate fantasy is to have a threesome with sisters or twins and you think, god, that’s sick? Or that they get a kick out of seeing women wrestle? I never really understood that until I saw Sam and Dean wrestling with each other on a bed and I went, “Yeaa—hh.” I only wish that scene was longer. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m gagging for a ménage a trois with the Winchester brothers, but I can see where the impulse comes from….. although I still think it’s gross. Too much information? Take a breather. After all the angst, heartache and drama of the past few episodes and Season 2 in general, i

While waiting for the next episode of Supernatural to be available on the net, I've been trawling the websites on any news and titbits I can find on the show. I know going to forums isn't always the best thing to do -it has ruined a few book plots that I had looked forward to - but when you're addicted, you need something to keep ou from having withdrawal symptoms. As always, something somebody mentions in passing on a forum has put a horrible idea in my head, mainly on how Supernatural would end. Dea, as any fan is aware, was dead, or very nearly dead at the opening of Season 2, and it was his father's deal with the Yellow-Eyed Demon which miraculously healed his traumatic head wounds and gave him back his life. Dean cottoned on to this fact early on, though it wasn't till Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things that he vocalises this and bared his anguish over the fact that his father died for him and his unnatural existence has made him become what he himse

Most kids rebel against their parents by running away from home, or by doing drugs or by getting drunk on bottles of cider. It’s understandable, the need for self-destruction, especially because by destroying yourself, you destroy what your parents had borne and nurtured. But because I’m a frigging good girl and have still have some sense of self-preservation, I rebel by scoffing burgers. Burgers? What’s so rebellious about that, you say? Food, and who feeds you is control. Any anorexic will tell you that. And my mother is the ultimate food Nazi. McDonald’s is anathema to her. Even before organic became trendy, she was ordering boxes of organic vegetables from a supplier in Cameron Highlands. She only buys free range and will spend RM30 for one free-range, organic chicken. Everything has to be low-salt, low-fat, preservative-free, unbleached etc. She reads numerous health magazines and knows more about nutrition than I do. So you see, when it comes to rebelling, swallowing a Big Mac is

Frigging hot, I'm telling you. Last Thursday's episode of Supernatural , Born Under A Bad Sign , may be in the running for one of the best yet. Please forgive me, Dean, for saying that your brother Sam was frigging ace in that episode. You are still my leader, Dean, but how hot was dear Sammy in that one. I think I must be a sicko for finding evil Sam so bloody amazing but he does play evil wonderfully well. My two favourite moments are that deep, howling laugh he let rip towards the end of the episode and when he taunted Jo and said in a sing-song voice,"My daddy shot your daddy in the head." Fucking brilliant. Although there are a few things I am unhappy about, two of which I specifically mention in a previous post. The first is poor Dean being tortured again! Poor boy, give him a break. He keeps having his pretty face bashed in, this time by his demon-possessed brother. Now, that Sam is a big strapping lad and it pained me greatly to see him repeatedly hitting Dean

So here it is, the last day of my life in England. After living here for nine years, I thought I should write something that would summarise my experiences as a Malaysian in England. I started out with a list of things I will miss. I got to number eight when I realised that this is terrible. I was condensing a third of my life into a dry list of likes and dislikes. Surely my life has more meaning than that? Nine years is a long time and I did a lot of growing up in those nine years. In the end, I thought: sod it. This isn’t the end of the world (not that I know of anyway). I’m not dying. I’m just moving. No regrets, remember. I don’t want to be sentimental about this. Look at this way, I’m starting over. I’m starting over in the land of my birth. I may be a stranger in it but – tanah tumpahnya darahku – I’ve always been a part of it. I’m not going to cry, or look back and try to make myself feel moody about things I’ll leave behind. I’m standing up tall, looking ahead to my future. Be

Thirteen down, nine more to go. So, at a rate of one episode per week, Season 2 of Supernatural will end somewhere in April. Hopefully, there will be a Season 3 – never mind if I have to wait six to seven months for it. I also hope to be gainfully employed (and busy) come April but I doubt my ardour for one Dean Winchester will be much diminished. He is, after all, hot. Of course in real life, he would probably be frustrating to live with what with him frequently disappearing on road trips and always trying to be the macho guy and all. Oh and he’s bossy too. But then again, that’s why he’s my fantasy fancy man and not my real man. Then again, my mother did say that there’s no way I could get a man as hot as Dean looking and acting the way I do. Thanks for the reality check, ma. But didn’t you also say always aim for As, so if I extrapolate that to men like Dean instead of exam results…….. Hot guys go after hot girls. That is the order of life. I can’t do hot. I can do moody, sarcastic