This post is dedicated to Deborah Yeo .
Just a little over 2 years ago when JC Chasez first decided to get his balls back from who ever he rented it out to at the formation of N'sync, (espcially since Justin Timberlake did a fantastic job after getting them back,) he came up with a song called "All day long, I dream about sex"
So, me being me 2 years ago, who liked to randomly belt out songs when bored, decided to innocently choose this song to showcase my idolesque talents. After which sweet, swe-eet, innocent Deb looks at me and says
"Is that really a song?"
"Yes"
"You're kidding me!"
"Nono, really! Its by Jc Chasez"
"Man, I don't believe you. I think you made that up
(In hindisght, I don't blame her really, because you don't need a songwriter to help you write "All day long, I think about sex, All night long I think about sex, All the time I think about sex, with you" You just need a pimply 14 year old guy and Jack Byrne. Sometimes you can even do without Jack Byrne.)
Yesterday, however, my honour was salvaged because Wade Robson *cue smiley heart face and falling rose petals* decided to do me a personal favour, even though, er, he has no idea how personal we are and that erm, he has no idea it was a favour but its just matter of geography alright. ANYWAY, Wade Robson *cue smiley heart face and falling rose petals* featured not only, JC Chasez on his show but made him sing, yup you guessed it, "all daaay long, i think abouttt sexxxxxxxx" at the FINALS of The Wade Robson Project and it wasn't any two bit opener, it was the FINALE song.
So Deb,
I got MTV on my side aight.
and after two looooong years,
.
.
.
.
nyah nyah nee poo poo
I'm right you doo doo
But otherwise, I love you and come back soon to our meet-once-a-years :D
Sunday, July 23
Omg, this is so Indian but so very funny. From Wikipedia : Street Cricket Terms
Oh, so funny
And when I was in India as a kid, I was the Oppukku Chappani. hahahhaa.Oppukku Chappani / Chappan / Chappa
Etymology colloquial tamil - A player who is included in the game just for the sake of being included. Usually happens when the two teams are well balanced and there is no match for a weaker player who has to be included for the game to continue. He is usually not allowed to bowl and almost all of his actions are inconsequential to the outcome of the game. However if he takes a catch or effects a run out while fielding the batsman is declared out. Several scenarios can force or warrant including such a player; Eg. Scenario 1: A visiting cousin of a talented local player. Such a cousin is usually underage or not very talented but if he is not included in the game, the local player is also not allowed to play cricket by their parents/family
Oh, so funny
Saturday, July 22
long or short, its all up to you baby :)
G.R.O.P.E Part II
The short version:
I met everybody and everything was fine
End post.
The long version:
First things first, do not watch Mistress' of Spice*. Yup, that's the movie review. I really wish I could tell you more, espcially about the plot but I really cannot because of nooj.** (Oh yes, ITS ALL YOUR FAULT, contrary to your opinion here). I was constantly accosted with her kissy faces. Everytime I turned, she gave me suckface face. tsk. A dream for many, I know but since she does not come equipped with her own set of balls ( metaphorical not included), I was less than enthusiastic. heh. ( Its like Jo's obsession with my nose. She says it reminds her of chocolate and she always wants to bite it because its there, just sitting there. Oh dear, and all this while, I thought it was ok not to have wanderingnoseonfaceititis. Halfway through a movie, she'll turn and go "Vasu, can I bite your nose? " And the answer invariably is "hmm, HELL NO!")
But its ok because we {Nooj and I [but Jo and I also can.(Note the mathematical use of brackets!!)]} put the mad back into the glint for you. heh. I think she should come with a warning sign because its like somebody put phosphrous and lit a match in her ( Science analogy!! Science analogy!!) and its so not my influence, alright? Because that kind of craziness isn't cultivated. Crazy with a capital Ks are born not made. FYI, Vish was there too (Does this remind you of the story of George Bernard Shaw? It is, except that Vish is less important. hahaha. )
I also,
Saw Sonia at Siglap Starbucks
and it was fun too. (as in fun too because alliterating was fun because how often can you alliterate things!!!) Its probably one of the longest conversations we had and we didn't giggle all that much. It was serious and smart minus moments like when she also told me to start a new trend to liven up Singapore and start saying "safe" (which is like cool, so instead of cool, say safe) which is the new word in London (innit. which annoyed her.)? or when she did this completely safe accent of this drunk dude in her dorm room. I should record it. Its funny because she's doing a cockney accent and her mouth moves all over the place like she's chewing a piece of old leather. heh. And since we cannot make it photo takers, behold a picture of pink sparkly shoes, that she especially wore because she was dressing up for me. *aww*
Had a good FALAFALL at Samar with Meg, Josh and Ras. Its Meg's word obsession. And she says it with such a Russel Peters Indian Accent and she kept saying it because we had dinner at Samar. Not recommanded for plant eaters because you can only eat the FALAFALL sandwich and its not really worth it. But we had dessert at this really lovely quaint Russian place. Going out with them, made me realise I completely forgot how unintentionally funny Meg and Josh are . Like when Meg stage whispered an insult and I was like "I can so hear you", Josh is like all serious and preppy, in his higbrow cultured accent "You are meant to, you know" and I'm like "DUH! I KNEW THAT!" And how he asked Ras the exact same questions the last time he met her and he was like "Damn!" when she informed him he gave the exact same comments. How we made him guess Ras' faculty and he was listing all the faculties and Ras was like "Obviously, you don't think I am very smart". Nice times indeed :)
Speaking of dinner, met Asha and her friend at Plaza Singapura for some pizza loving. Only Asha can make going to the library sound like a job for an idiot.
"Why are you at the library! In the evening, In town!"
"To return books...?"
"Oh."
And its so weird, because her friend called me Vasud and it struck me that people just call me Vasud or Vasu now. Its just weird because that's what my name is now. Nobody really calls me Vasudha any more, not even people I just meet. So I have decided to start a movement to recover my name. Its going to be the "GASP! Name of Mine is Endangered" [GNOME] movement ( A bit duh but hey, short notice okay?) so I will not respond unless people call me Vasudha ( and no, that does not include Vasu Srinivasan. Contrary to popular opinion, that's my dad's full name you are calling ( not Vasu, Srinivasan..) and trust me, he probably does not appreciate it, not from a young punkass like you)
So anyway, we spent the whole night ragging the waiters because they took FIFTY MINUTES to deliver my order and they kept sending the earnest shy looking one because we kept making bitchy comments. We so wanted the mat chindian looking one because he was so friggin' annoying, strolling about, NO, swaggering about. To his credit, he was good looking but you know, how we all like looking at posers but love to bring them several notches down. We had all drama mama scenarios that we were going to devise and walk out on Plus, he didn't have much going for him in the brains dept because we signalled to him and asked him twice for water. Obviously, cannot be that smart if he can't even get the most guttural form of communication : hand gestures!! (Yes, yes, I'm the bitchy indian customer that all my friends in the service industry hate) I got to fluster him for like twenty seconds when I said "Did you guys forget my order" and he gave some lalalala*** about how the order went throught but the kitchen lalalala*** They were nice even to give us a complimentary garlic bread but it tasted blah so no brownie points for that. Kudos for the thought
I am not going to mention Shaan because Asha smacked me enough and I scared. Even though Shaan is in a different country, she got the power. But I love her loads. Right, you hear that. LOADS. MASSIVE AMOUNTS. Huge Ass Love. ( This is because I didn't send her off.) To Shaan: its got nothing to do with that. I loved you anyway
And I really wasn't going to say anything about my brother because he complains that I make him sound like the family idiot on my blog. He contends that I never chronicle his finer moments, his witticisms and his charm but all I do is nitpick and hence, readers of my blog, conclude all he is good for, is nothing.( Makes sense, after all, my parents made him at home for nothing) Someday, if he starts his company, nobody might take him seriously because they read my blog ( I'm really touched that he thinks I have this much of an impact) and hence, he'll have no business and he will go bankrupt, his wife will leave him and he'll be trawling the streets. But seriously, how to when he comes up with gems like this
( Let me remind you, my bro has an extensive background in Science, it culminating in him doing a masters in biomedical engineering and an undergrad in chemical engineering)
"Pick one"
"I don't like blue or red. But if you combine it, you'll get one of my favourite colours"
"What? Black?"
And with that, I bid you adieu
* Especially with nooj
** Hence, the previous footnote warning
*** I am obviously not paying attention but I thought it would be nicer than blah blah
The short version:
I met everybody and everything was fine
End post.
The long version:
First things first, do not watch Mistress' of Spice*. Yup, that's the movie review. I really wish I could tell you more, espcially about the plot but I really cannot because of nooj.** (Oh yes, ITS ALL YOUR FAULT, contrary to your opinion here). I was constantly accosted with her kissy faces. Everytime I turned, she gave me suckface face. tsk. A dream for many, I know but since she does not come equipped with her own set of balls ( metaphorical not included), I was less than enthusiastic. heh. ( Its like Jo's obsession with my nose. She says it reminds her of chocolate and she always wants to bite it because its there, just sitting there. Oh dear, and all this while, I thought it was ok not to have wanderingnoseonfaceititis. Halfway through a movie, she'll turn and go "Vasu, can I bite your nose? " And the answer invariably is "hmm, HELL NO!")
But its ok because we {Nooj and I [but Jo and I also can.(Note the mathematical use of brackets!!)]} put the mad back into the glint for you. heh. I think she should come with a warning sign because its like somebody put phosphrous and lit a match in her ( Science analogy!! Science analogy!!) and its so not my influence, alright? Because that kind of craziness isn't cultivated. Crazy with a capital Ks are born not made. FYI, Vish was there too (Does this remind you of the story of George Bernard Shaw? It is, except that Vish is less important. hahaha. )
I also,
and it was fun too. (as in fun too because alliterating was fun because how often can you alliterate things!!!) Its probably one of the longest conversations we had and we didn't giggle all that much. It was serious and smart minus moments like when she also told me to start a new trend to liven up Singapore and start saying "safe" (which is like cool, so instead of cool, say safe) which is the new word in London (innit. which annoyed her.)? or when she did this completely safe accent of this drunk dude in her dorm room. I should record it. Its funny because she's doing a cockney accent and her mouth moves all over the place like she's chewing a piece of old leather. heh. And since we cannot make it photo takers, behold a picture of pink sparkly shoes, that she especially wore because she was dressing up for me. *aww*
Had a good FALAFALL at Samar with Meg, Josh and Ras. Its Meg's word obsession. And she says it with such a Russel Peters Indian Accent and she kept saying it because we had dinner at Samar. Not recommanded for plant eaters because you can only eat the FALAFALL sandwich and its not really worth it. But we had dessert at this really lovely quaint Russian place. Going out with them, made me realise I completely forgot how unintentionally funny Meg and Josh are . Like when Meg stage whispered an insult and I was like "I can so hear you", Josh is like all serious and preppy, in his higbrow cultured accent "You are meant to, you know" and I'm like "DUH! I KNEW THAT!" And how he asked Ras the exact same questions the last time he met her and he was like "Damn!" when she informed him he gave the exact same comments. How we made him guess Ras' faculty and he was listing all the faculties and Ras was like "Obviously, you don't think I am very smart". Nice times indeed :)
Speaking of dinner, met Asha and her friend at Plaza Singapura for some pizza loving. Only Asha can make going to the library sound like a job for an idiot.
"Why are you at the library! In the evening, In town!"
"To return books...?"
"Oh."
And its so weird, because her friend called me Vasud and it struck me that people just call me Vasud or Vasu now. Its just weird because that's what my name is now. Nobody really calls me Vasudha any more, not even people I just meet. So I have decided to start a movement to recover my name. Its going to be the "GASP! Name of Mine is Endangered" [GNOME] movement ( A bit duh but hey, short notice okay?) so I will not respond unless people call me Vasudha ( and no, that does not include Vasu Srinivasan. Contrary to popular opinion, that's my dad's full name you are calling ( not Vasu, Srinivasan..) and trust me, he probably does not appreciate it, not from a young punkass like you)
So anyway, we spent the whole night ragging the waiters because they took FIFTY MINUTES to deliver my order and they kept sending the earnest shy looking one because we kept making bitchy comments. We so wanted the mat chindian looking one because he was so friggin' annoying, strolling about, NO, swaggering about. To his credit, he was good looking but you know, how we all like looking at posers but love to bring them several notches down. We had all drama mama scenarios that we were going to devise and walk out on Plus, he didn't have much going for him in the brains dept because we signalled to him and asked him twice for water. Obviously, cannot be that smart if he can't even get the most guttural form of communication : hand gestures!! (Yes, yes, I'm the bitchy indian customer that all my friends in the service industry hate) I got to fluster him for like twenty seconds when I said "Did you guys forget my order" and he gave some lalalala*** about how the order went throught but the kitchen lalalala*** They were nice even to give us a complimentary garlic bread but it tasted blah so no brownie points for that. Kudos for the thought
I am not going to mention Shaan because Asha smacked me enough and I scared. Even though Shaan is in a different country, she got the power. But I love her loads. Right, you hear that. LOADS. MASSIVE AMOUNTS. Huge Ass Love. ( This is because I didn't send her off.) To Shaan: its got nothing to do with that. I loved you anyway
And I really wasn't going to say anything about my brother because he complains that I make him sound like the family idiot on my blog. He contends that I never chronicle his finer moments, his witticisms and his charm but all I do is nitpick and hence, readers of my blog, conclude all he is good for, is nothing.( Makes sense, after all, my parents made him at home for nothing) Someday, if he starts his company, nobody might take him seriously because they read my blog ( I'm really touched that he thinks I have this much of an impact) and hence, he'll have no business and he will go bankrupt, his wife will leave him and he'll be trawling the streets. But seriously, how to when he comes up with gems like this
( Let me remind you, my bro has an extensive background in Science, it culminating in him doing a masters in biomedical engineering and an undergrad in chemical engineering)
"Pick one"
"I don't like blue or red. But if you combine it, you'll get one of my favourite colours"
"What? Black?"
And with that, I bid you adieu
* Especially with nooj
** Hence, the previous footnote warning
*** I am obviously not paying attention but I thought it would be nicer than blah blah
Tuesday, July 11
Take a raincheck
The reason why Zidane did the (rather well executed) head butt
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBV52GPhNjw
Check out the nipple twist by Materazzi
Other things that happened that I should blog about but I am lazy to do so
Chilling out with shaan and laughing and reminscing.Giving me TIM TAMS!!!making fun of my brother.performance on sat.becoming good friends with neela over suckaos at max brenners.hanging out with noojie's friends and watching world cup.getting scandalised by noojie scandalising the pillars of our community ( its not that scandolous so you can pull your eyebrows back from the hairline). laughing with jo on the phone about the walking cardinal sin. stomping about at 6 am raging at god to stop the rain and give me a damn taxi at sixth avenue. sleeping till one.performing at the esplanade and collectively sighing over the hot drummer who may be married or gay. but who is hot.
Take a raincheck and i'll get back to you.
Till then forza italia!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBV52GPhNjw
Check out the nipple twist by Materazzi
Other things that happened that I should blog about but I am lazy to do so
Chilling out with shaan and laughing and reminscing.Giving me TIM TAMS!!!making fun of my brother.performance on sat.becoming good friends with neela over suckaos at max brenners.hanging out with noojie's friends and watching world cup.getting scandalised by noojie scandalising the pillars of our community ( its not that scandolous so you can pull your eyebrows back from the hairline). laughing with jo on the phone about the walking cardinal sin. stomping about at 6 am raging at god to stop the rain and give me a damn taxi at sixth avenue. sleeping till one.performing at the esplanade and collectively sighing over the hot drummer who may be married or gay. but who is hot.
Take a raincheck and i'll get back to you.
Till then forza italia!
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