24^th November 2001

It’s 20.08. Hey this feels like deja-vu. Ok lets not flip into What if the matrix existed? mode.

Let’s see here’s today so far in a nut shell.. PMSed, withdrawal symptoms from caffeine deprivation, have a banging headache from reading a 400 page book non-stop in the last 24 hours. Feel completely sluggish…anymore and I’d be a bean bag, a sore throat is building up, sleepy (refer to sluggish). At the mo I’m waiting for replies from some friends about watching a movie tonight. It’s not the movie I want… it’s starbucks coffee. *devilish grin*.

Good god this feels like a hangover without alcohol involved. Desperately need to get out, I’ve been in for 24 hours doing nothing I need to get myself moving but if you could only see. Urgh how un conducive this room is in promoting movement.

Speaking of which, I missed the gig at Orange. I hope he got called off or the poor sod must’ve had a really quite reception. Sometimes it’s really sad to see when there’s hardly enough people to fill the dance floor. Oh well I guess KL still has a bit more to go before the clubbers actual grow up and start listening to the music instead of the ‘because it’s a global underground’ or ‘because I have the ring tone on my phone’. Darude proved to be a dissapointer, a good lesson to these pseudo clubbers too. Thank goodness I was broke enough to do a double listen on his tracks before deciding. What I do regret however is that I missed the Sander Kleinenberg gig.

*Sigh* This is what happens when you’re a poor student too cheap to buy a gig ticket. Yeah *snickers* but has the chit to walk into Shuz asking when the next shipments of Blahniks are due. Somebody slap me with a rubber chicken the next time. *lol*

Don’t you just lurrrve the rubber chicken bit? Hahaha *ahem* ok .. so it’s a private joke that no one gets.. sue me. (and no I don’t mean this literally).

Ah finally went to the agency. The place was a bit dingy but heck. Met the agent who looked more like a man than a woman. Bowl cut hair, the squarest shoulders I’ve ever seen and an absolute stick insect. Ok so I’m not exactly miss piggy but hey.. One thing though… she had a really really lush voice. And I mean it!! (no in case you’re wondering, I’m still straight despite the amount of lousy bastards that exists.) We spoke over the phone before that and heck she sounded like one of those bombshell types from an episode of Spygroove. Think Angie Ng from WOW Dance or the dark haired mysteriously lush woman type. Well lo and behold… even voice can deceive these days.

Anyhows I got added to her masses of peeps already listed in her agency. Though I’m not hopeful how in heavens anyone will find me in that stack. So I’m not hopeful. I did meet other interesting characters though (ok so I’ve grown a bit uptown these days). Well back to characters. Walked into this rather interesting shop selling funky second hand stuff (Camden Town/ Portobello Market in half a shop) and turned to ask this cute little girl of a sales person for directions. And then she spoke….and heck it was a HE! I was just there shittin myself. HE had such an innocent face like on of those cute girl-next-door Japanese models. Ok so maybe they’re not as innocent as they look. And then my eye landed on the hair clip he had on. I couldn’t tell whether it was being genuinely artsy, chic, jap influence or a sad attempt at being artsy. What was on the clip you ask?

A POP open-n-close type clips with a Gardenia bread date tag stuck to the front bit of it. Like it was a gem or trinket.

Oh stop laughing you wicked little things you! *muffles giggles*

I guess that still didn’t beat the time we paid a visit to the resident ‘ladies’ of  Lrg. Haji. Well that of course is another story.

Gotta go get ready, movie’s waiting!

MUAX! Tata cariad..

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