makemeinthemood

l.o.o

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:22:00 +0000

why do i always fall in love with straight guys. why!?

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oh yeah, because i can count on one hand the number of gay people i know.

THE CODE

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Tue, 20 May 2008 14:00:00 +0000

Uhm... is it 'kylie4eva'?

'hermadgesty'?

'appletinis'?

'rickymartin'?

no?

...

damn, i'm so gonna get my membership revoked.

no more rain

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 05:23:00 +0000

have you ever thought
that the sky was just endlessly dark,
and then you look up,
and see a million stars.

have you ever been scared
of the water and stuck on the edge?
and then you dive in,
how quickly you forget.

- No More Rain, Kylie Minogue

Kitschy AND profound. How can anyone not love her?

Big Brother

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 12:15:00 +0000

My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
So here's a few words from ya kid brother
If you admire somebody you should go on 'head tell 'em
People never get the flowers while they can still smell 'em

-Kanye West 'Big Brother'

Mr. West, beat poet for the new generation?

p.s. is it so wrong i find him a little hot? his arrogance is so over the top it crosses over into sex appeal.

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i need help.

random burps #7

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 19:07:00 +0000

"I couldn't think of a thing. The harder I thought, the more easily nothing came." - Stephen King

God Bless You Mr. King.

a thousand different version of yourself

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 10:48:00 +0000

Jump from the hook,
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise,
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life,
And they got no right,
As sure as you have eyes,
They got no right

The Shins - Sleeping Lessons

FRAKKIN' GENIUS

women in love, men in lust

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 12:18:00 +0000

Oh. My. God.

Hottest. Scene. Ever.

Whilst careening through the cyberhighway I crash-smacked right into this clip on Youtube (God Bless Youtube!). Apparently this is the first full frontal male nudity (and not just ONE fine specimen, but TWO!) in a major motion picture. It is so hot I'm still flushed and bothered hours later just thinking about it. No wonder Americans think all British men are gay (just kidding).

NSFW, btw.

Enjoy.

winter is gone...

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 19:22:00 +0000

Kevin Walker just said 'I love you'.

*swoon*

Then again, if my boyfriend was Eric Winter, it would take all of - what - 1/2 a second to say those three words.

Why did they have to send him away. WHY?

Although it is funny they are sending him here. Fictionally. If only it was fer realz....

This is a sad turn of events for Kevin, and the viewers. This means that he is going to be celibate for a long long time, probably the whole season. Unless he strays of course. And since we are watching a glorified soap opera here, I'm gonna bet 'yes'.

Who next, Chad White?

random burps #6

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 02:28:00 +0000

i sometimes think my reflection in the mirror moves slower than the real me.

pensieve

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 10:30:00 +0000

no matter what i do, i will always be on the outside looking in...

it's not fair.

Suckin' too hard on your lollipop and love's gonna get you down

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Thu, 26 Apr 2007 14:19:00 +0000

Are there any gay men out there who don't like Mika's 'Life in Cartoon Motion'? The 22 year old from London is the new sensation in the UK and Europe, the most popular single being Grace Kelly & Love Today.

I love this freakin' album! Without fail, it puts a smile on my face everytime I put it on. So blatantly camp, and yet has enough pop hooks and songwriting prowess that it feels more like an additional complemental element rather than the main selling point. Shades of Freddie Mercury, Elton John, George Michael, even the Beatles! That Lollipop song is either going to be a classic or drive me raving looney the more I hear it, time will tell but right now it gets me bopping everytime! Even the CD cover is brilliant. Until Bjork's new album is out next month this is what I'll be playing in my car for the next few weeks.

Go get this album now if you haven't!

on another note...

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 10:57:00 +0000

I'm feeling kinda funny today. Funny in a strange but not unpleasant manner. I woke up after having slept more than 8 hours today (which is unusual for me) so there was none of the tired Mr. Just-Woke-Up-Grouch rearing it's ugly head. The weather was sunny, and things were calm on the work front. So I took my time getting ready, actually trying on a few items of clothing before deciding on one (usually I just grab the first thing my eyes land on). Then I had a slow drive to work and the traffic was surprisingly free. And throughout this all Bjork's new single Earth Intruders was playing in my head, with the jaunty rhythm thrumming pleasantly as I kept repeating 'We are the Earth Intruders, we are the sharp shooters' over and over again. I had this overwhelming sense of calm and peace, which is totally out of the blue because look at the state of the world we're in with the global warming and the viral outbreaks and the Virginia Tech massacre (my condolences to the victims). Can it be I've been so used to it that I've forgotten what it's like to not feel stress?

Still, to be in this state is very rare for me, so I'm just going to enjoy it while it lasts and not feel guilty.

...

Seriously, it's starting to feel like I slipped into a Twilight Zone and arrived at some alternate Pleasantville dimension.

the real volta

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 10:40:00 +0000

Ok, so the last album cover was bogus (damn I hate April Fool's day!). This is the real one, and it's just as bizarre as the fake one. She looks like a giant, fruity Q*bert. The photographer is the famous Nick Knight who she worked with before on Homogenic (one of the all time coolest album covers). The first single, Earth Intruders, is already floating around the internet (check Youtube) and it sounds fantastically fun. Co-produced by Timbalaand (also check out his excellent album), who wrote a few other songs for her album, it has a World Music tribal beat-ish dance vibe to it. Hopefully the whole album will rock this much. The music video will be out soon as well.

Bjork fans rejoice!

so it goes...

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 19:49:00 +0000

i... i can't believe he is gone. this hurts almost as bad as when roald dahl went...

so long, mr. vonnegut. you will be missed most sorely...

“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’ ”

"No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's..."
"And?"
"No damn cat, and no damn cradle."

what i want more than anything in the world at the moment...

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 07:19:00 +0000

... is to grow some bloody facial hair.

damn genetics. damn you to hell!

postsecret

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 07:14:00 +0000

i realize that i subconciously tend to leave people i grow to care about, because i am afraid they will leave me first.

Volta

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 07:03:00 +0000

Her website just released the official cover artwork for her latest album Volta. I have to say it's freaking awesome. The lady is made of cool.

Can't wait!

makes me in the mood

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:40:00 +0000

i'm having a huge crush on him at the moment. if you haven't seen half-nelson, check it out pronto. this boy has looks AND talent. oozing with so much charm and charisma it hurts (down there, hehe) to watch. definitely the finest actor of his generation, and so deserved the oscar more than forest 'i act by screaming loudly so that spit flies everywhere' whitaker (although if peter o'toole had won, i'd have no complaints). humble and down to earth, he is mesmerizing to watch, and is so good it doesn't even feel like he is acting (a sign of a truly great actor). will he be the future bob de'niro? time will tell. all i can say is, he plays the hottest crackhead i've ever seen. ryan, you can put me in a half-nelson any day (preferebly with baby oil involved, and a total lack of clothing).

~~drooool~~

hormone overload.

les fabuleux bourgie

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 11:32:00 +0000

worth. every. penny.

oh woe

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Tue, 03 Oct 2006 20:41:00 +0000

a 'hai'ku:

my first white nose hair,
which means quarter-life crisis,
is now official.

Willi Veli Happi

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 20:18:00 +0000

Ok, obvious lesson learnt today: Stuffing your face with food does not cure horniness.

Just ate two whole Ramly burgers. And not just any Ramly burger, but 'the Ramly double special' burger with two layers of meat each, wrapped in fried egg with cheese and the works. I seriously feel a little ill right now as I type this, and wonder if I should just pull a Mary Kate (or is it Ashley?) and stick a finger down my throat.

As I try to keep my meal down and put, I mentally administer some self-scolding as I wonder: Why do I keep doing this to myself? (Sorry Carrie.)

But even as I ask that question the answer inevitably rears its all too familiar face...

...

A month or so back I was driving home after a late night out with some friends. Feeling a little peckish, I thought I'd stop at a nearby 7-11 and pick up one of those little pre-packaged buns (the corn flavoured one is my favourite) to stave the gurgling beast. This was way after midnight.

It just so happens my friend lives in the Taman Tun area, so I stopped at the 7-11 which I remembered was there. The one near the IBM building.

As I was walking towards the 24-hour store a smell wafted across my general area. A delicious smell of sizzling meat (I can never resist meat - of any kind, as you shall soon see, tee hee).

So I turn around and before me was one of those ubiquitous Ramly burger stalls. All Malaysians will recognize them. They have been around since time immemorial. As a kid I used to love eating them, until I grew up and someone told me what the burgers were made of.

I was going to turn around and head to the 7-11 when the owner of the Ramly stall moved from behind the shelf counter and I caught a glimpse of his face...

You know that movie 'The Beat That My Heart Skipped'? Have you seen it? No? Well neither have I but the title - cliche as it is - pretty much comes to mind what I felt.

Standing there flipping the flippin' burgers was a really really really cute Malay guy. Not to sound too Zoolander here but REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY... REALLY cute. Short cropped hair, a faint goatee, a boyish grin, brown skin but not too dark, and the real clincher: he was short.

Yes, I have a semi-fetish for short handsome men. To me it is such a dichotomy. How can handsome men be short? In the movies and books no heroine ever yearns for her SHORT, dark and handsome knight, right? This is why I can only pretend to dislike Tom Cruise. Secretly he makes my willi veli happi.

Anyways, back to the story at hand. I found myself in a haze as I almost unconsciously floated over to the stall. RRRC Guy looked up and smiled at me. By now whatever verbal eloquence I usually possess has been reduced to monosyllabic grunts and gurgles.

"What would you like, bang?" he asks me in Malay.

"Uhm..." I replied.

"Would you like the double special? You look hungry."

"Uhm... ok."

"How about your girlfriend? Maybe you want to buy one for her too?" he said teasingly.

"Uhm... ok."

"Would she like a double special too?"

"Uhm... ok."

"So is it both beef or chicken?"

"Uhm... chicken."

Seriously, aside from it being in Malay, that is how the conversation went, verbatim. Seriously.

By then RRRC Guy is giving me this look that I still choose to interpret as a 'oh-so-he's-the-strong-silent-type-that's-cool' look. He gave me another smile that made my willi VELI happi and set about to work.

So I stood there and mentally slammed my head against a concrete wall repeatedly as I urged myself to say something witty or friendly. But nothing came (although I'd loved to *chortle* *chortle*), so I just stood there and watched his beautiful brown hands (with fine beautiful veins running up each of them) work their magic as he placed the patties on the pan, toasted the buns, spread the raw eggs in concentric circles and then wrapped the meat patties in them. It started to drizzle a little so I stepped closer under the umbrella. Things were calm and the weather was cooling and I totally had a Wong Kar Wai moment where I had this whole monologue in my head as I daydreamed about what it would be like to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful man.

Suddenly from the corner of my eye something snapped me out of my reverie. Next to RRRC Guy was this young Malay kid who was busy chopping vegetables. RRRC Guy chided him in a fatherly manner about how he was chopping them wrongly, and I sighed.

Oh well, I guess this is as close to foreplay as I'll ever get.

So I paid for the burgers (our fingers touched and there was a spark I swear) and left. He thanked me politely as he watched me get into my car. His kid waved as well.

I have been back often since then. And everytime the same thing happens. I just cannot talk when I'm in his presence. What is it about attractive people that just brings out the giggly schoolgirl in me? And in truth it is not a physical thing. More like an essence. Some really physically attractive people do nothing for me at all, but a cute guy with a friendly disposition can turn me into a stark horny mad man. I swear to God I have had wet dreams where I swipe everything on his stall off the counter ala Hank Azaria in Friends, throw him onto his sizzling pan, tear off his clothes and make sweet passionate love right there by the streetside (talk about 'hot!').

And I don't even really like the burgers fer chrissake...

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Excuse me while I go throw up.

i know what's going to happen...

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 14:19:00 +0000

I had deja vu a little while ago whilst watching the trailer for Tony Scott's new movie 'Deja Vu'.

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Maybe it's just my aversion to really bad Tony Scott movies coming back to haunt me. You know... what mistakes you don't learn from your past is doomed to be repeated blah blah blah.

And yet here i am transfixed by the pretty pictures, the loud music/noise, the snappy 1-frame-per-scene editing, Val Kilmer... (did i just type that out loud?)

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Alls i can say is, someone lock me in a clock quick, cos i think i'm heading north of cuckooland...*

*wait a minute, didn't i use that same lame line for another post awhile ago? or is what i remembered actually happening now? aaaagrh!!!

skin off my back

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:23:00 +0000

dear zeus i'm starting to peel again.

*sigh*... it was worth it, even for a little while.

...

*sigh*

ouch.

metaphors be with you

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Fri, 23 Jun 2006 09:26:00 +0000

You know how you're drinking a cool glass of ice lemon tea under the shade on a seasonably warm and sunny day, and you're taking little sips, and it tastes really really good, really really refreshing? Its just sweet enough and the lemon gives it that extra zest. There are plenty left in the glass, and the ice cubes tinkle merrily as you place it back on the table. You know you're going to love picking it up for that next sip and you are subconsciously treasuring the next encounter. And yet, suddenly and without warning, your left hand - for lack of a better word - flails up involuntarily and, in a flash, knocks over the glass of ice lemon tea.

As you watch the lovely refreshing liquid seep into the white tablecloth leaving nothing left to savor, you think to yourself: yes, metaphorically AND literally, this is my life. How apt.

Like Britney Federline once sang: Oops I did it again.

you know you're hopelessly gay when...

noreply@blogger.com (makemeinthemood) — Thu, 18 May 2006 17:32:00 +0000

... as you're driving to work one morning, Jennifer Lopez is breathing this in a come-hither sex-kitten tone:

you know i know you like it,
let me hit you on your Sidekick,
coz the afterparty's at my body,
meet me you're invited.

and as you're listening to this really inappropriate invitation the only thought that crosses your mind is:

"mhmmm.... Sidekick, I'd like to get me some of that. rroowrr."

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Actually, come to think of it, that doesn't make me gay so much as it makes me a flat-out nerd. A nerd in need of some serious booty (again, booty meaning treasure meaning gadgets meaning expensive-electronic-hardware-I-use-to-fill-the-void-of-my-non-existent-love-life).

As Chandler would say, "Could you be any nerdier?"

p.s. - Hello LL Cool J's Abs, the afterparty is at my body, and you're definitely invited. Bring Pecs and Biceps along too... and Butts, definitely bring Butts along. Hotter than a shot of Cuervo indeed.

p.p.s. - I'm not dissing this song or anything, in fact I really like it. Before it was overplayed to death on the radio and mtv it really brightened my day whenever I hear it in the car. Great for grooving, although I notice that motorists are parking further and further away from me during red light stops. Whaddup wit dat dog?