i'm raiding fran's blog and decided to post a little something. stay away from fran. he's a freak! -- jenny

i had another dream last night.

i dreamt that the professor i'm working for, my parents, and i were working together to rid the world of SARS. and our headquarter was at my parents' flat in hk. the funny thing (if it isn't funny already) is that we were all working on top of the washing machine. kinda like justice league of america, except, we don't have funky superpowers.

suddenly, the settings changed, and we were at a chinese restaurant, having dim sum. and my parents were chatting with the professor, which, of course, freaked me out a little. it's kinda like when you were in middle school and it's open house and you see your parents chatting with one of your teachers. you know, the one that has a very low opinion of you because she caught you and a friend looking up the term 'sex' in the encyclopedia in class.

the level of my anxiety was high at this point. but it turned out to be okay, cuz the purpose of this meeting was on how to deal a death-blow to SARS. unfortunately, i was unable to recall what happened, but i'm sure we took care of business.

so there. take that you evil, viral monstrosity!

and for the second straight night, i woke up after 6 hours of sleep. automatic. i wonder if something is bothering me sub-consciously; like being freaked out that SARS is going to fuck with my parents. (fucking SARS!) or maybe i'm worried about my blind date on wednesday. or i'm freaking out about getting into grad school. or that i'm turning into a freaking hermit and i'll end up like the unibomber. or that some of my friends are in emotional hell and i don't want to join them. hmm... wait, that's not possible, since i've been in my own, private emotional hell for the last year and a half. *sigh* so many things to worry about, and so much time to worry about them. minute by minute, hour by hour.

currently, i'm incredibly tired and even the soy latte from coffee bean isn't helping me one bit.

what i listened to in the past three days:

friday: kool and the gang - twentith century masters..., pet shop boys - very, garth brooks - friends in low places & the dance, soul asylum - runaway train

saturday thompson twins - love, lies & other strange things, dusty springfield - very best of..., papas fritas - buildings and grounds

sunday: papas fritas - buildings and grounds, reo speedwagon - the hits

and various shit in the car.

i think i'll have to go with reo speedwagon's can't fight the feeling as the best song out of the bunch. dorky, i know, but when you can't fight the feeling, you just can't fight the feeling. garth brook's the dance comes a close second, though.

if you haven't tried some papas fritas, you really should.

it's not so much that they play snazzy tunes, but they actually sing about architecture!

you certainly can't go wrong with that.

is it too early to freak out? and why am i such a little girl?

"certain motherfuckers think they can fuck with my shit, but you can't kill the ROOSTER. you might can fuck him up sometimes, but, bitch, nobody kills the motherfucking ROOSTER. you know what i'm saying?" -- david sedaris in me talk pretty one day

that is the funniest thing i've read in a while.

okay, so i did it.

I DID IT!!!

i gave deidra a call. ended up talking to her for 2 hours. there were some awkward moments during our conversation, but overall it was okay. i can't believe how dorky i could be. *sigh*

however, we are going to see each other on wednesday night.

oh, yeah, she's 31 years old. hahahaha, what's up with me and older women?

i wonder if this dream has anything to do with my trepidation about calling my co-worker's husband's co-worker?

i woke up having a dream about my ex-girlfriend, helsinki. needless to say, i woke up in a pretty foul mood.

the dream wasn't completely lucid to me now, but from what i can gather from the memory of the dream, we were having thanksgiving dinner with her new boyfriend and his family. weird, eh? i know you're probably saying to yourself, what the fuck were you doing there?

like i'd have a better answer for you? come on now.

so we were all having dinner, and then suddenly everyone cleared out, except for sinki and i. i looked at her and she looked at me, and next thing i knew, we were making out.

MAKING OUT!!! at her new boyfriend's house; with him and his parents in the next room. talk about your dining room decorum. she paused, gently pushed me away, and in her usual condescending manner said, "i don't think we should do this, fran." to which, i replied, "i don't think you want to stop. i think you still love me, and want me back." like the typical guy, i'd say anything to get laid.

that's when i woke up and decided to make some fucked-up hot, spicy wings for tomorrow's bbq at mark's.

hmmm... i need to re-work the notion that i can have cereal in the mornings. it just doesn't work. i hoped that it would. oh i really did. but alas, around this time during the day, i start to feel somewhat uneasy. the kind of uneasiness that makes you wish you were anywhere else but at work. and maybe that none of your co-workers will walk into your office.

from now on, milk will only be consumed before bed.

i'm afraid that this doesn't make things better.

"and i find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad. the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had."

would i sleep with jewel?

you bet your fucking ass i would.

i was doing a search on google.com and didn't realize what a dallas nut my ex-girlfriend was.

kinda freaky if you ask me.

UPDATE: miss louisana. got some more pics and a link.

here's the miss USA website. go ahead and drop that drop-down menu and click on LOUISANA. i know you can do it.



"should i smile... oops, too late"



"looking oh so pretty in that gown"

oh, and go watch that video's of hers. apparently she loves her "peanut" butter.

ooh, just read this.

hope all is well with pops.

as for laughs: i'm surprised your mother actually drove him to the hospital. :)

one of these days i will go see bend it like beckham.

what is the matter with me? am i the only person in this world that is apathetic towards being in a relationship? is having that notion giving me uneasy sleep at night? i don't feel like my own person. it is beginning to get to me.

is it wrong not to care?

and is it wrong not to call someone that a co-worker's husband has set you up with because mentally you're not ready to date?

according to this

My pirate name is:

Mad Dog Rackham

Part crazy, part mangy, all rabid, you're the pirate all the others fear might just snap soon. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

the first cd i owned was alphaville's, forever young, bought the weekend i ran away from home in 11th grade. i don't think i'll ever be able to get over the trumpets trumping its majestic sounds at the end of forever young. it's brilliant.

the second one was the lightning seed's, cloud cuckoo land. one of the singles, pure, was so great to listen to back then. kinda jolly, happy, brighten-your-day type of song.

most recent purchase? the best of kool and the gang (the 20th century greats version). yeah. it's shameful, but not so much.

why television is the devil's handmaiden (reason #256-260)

blind date
elimidate
shipmates
change of hearts
cheaters

make me think twice about dating and relationships.

sometimes i find it strange to hear someone say my name.

F.R.A.N.C.I.S.

F - financially unstable
R - rectally triangulated
A - assumingly assholish
N - nocturnally challenged
C - calibrated to forced celibracy
I - internally deranged
S - save the little children

most people i know; friends of mine, call me 'fran' for short. some, daringly enough, call me, 'franny.'

i, however, prefer those a lot more than 'francis.' i'm not sure why that is. maybe 'francis' is a tad bit too formal. that's what people at work call me, and i don't particularly like the people at work.

sometimes, when i'm leaving my name for, let's say, a reservation or what not, i would just say, 'frank.' it's easier to do so than to have them fumbling with the spelling of my name. and not to mention the dreaded; and oh, how much do i hate it, feminization of my name. F.R.A.N.C.E.S. how come people know that spelling and not my spelling? i mean shit, it's right there in the spelling of san francisco. right there!

i actually know several franceses. and as odd as it may sound, it's truly that odd. the first one was in college, and out of a class of about 50 people, i ended up having her working in my group project. i have a sneaky suspicion that the instructor got a kick out of that one. the second franceses was from work. i didn't like her very much because she was too demanding. the third one, just recently on a phone call. it's all very strange.

yes indeed.

it's funny how fucked up and anal retentive the abc censors are.

to make a long story short...

-- jimmy kimmel show.
-- trophy in the style of giving someone the bird.
-- abc censors decides that this won't do.
-- adds extra finger, making peace sign.
-- one of the guest breaks off said extra finger.
-- abc inserts graphic.
-- jimmy uses middle finger of the trophy to pick his nose,
-- abc removes graphic.
-- jimmy removes said finger from his nose,
-- abc re-inserts graphic.
-- jimmy goes to commerical.

this happened at 1:30 in the morning. who the hell are you going to offend at 1:30 in the morning? anyone saying up to watch jimmy kimmel at 1:30 in the morning, is not going to be offended by the middle finger.

what's more offensive is the fact that there's so much censorship on american television.

finally found a picture of miss louisana, aka, miss brittney rogers from lake charles, la.



"miss louisana, 2003"

damn... miss louisana got robbed!

in regards to billy bush: the game show he hosted was let's make a deal, which bombed royally mind you.

and here's an idea to get rid of him... since his cousin, george, decided last week to invade iraq, the only logical thing to do here is to send billy off and wish him the best of luck. don't you think?

i happened to have catch some of the miss USA fear factor. a very bad idea. a very bad idea, indeed.

i normally don't watch anything that has anything to do with beauty pageants. reason? it's similar to my philosophy regarding strip clubs: why bother teasing yourself with beautiful women that you'll never get a chance to know or meeting or anything else for that matter. it's best to leave it alone.

anyway, i was sucked into watching the beginning of the miss USA pageant and i noticed several things.

there are some pretty questionable women posing as the most beautiful one from there state. with the exception, however, of miss colorado, miss hawaii, miss indiana, miss michigan, miss minnesota, miss north carolina (yeah, yeah. i know what you're thinking. but she's hot though. seriously), miss tennessee, and miss texas.

but my favorite, and why i'm still watching this crap, is miss louisana. she is damn cute and not to mention that famous southern charm (but mostly probably because she has a southern accent). and as an added bonus, she won the miss america fear factor and donated $25K to the american cancer society. yay!

it bothered me that during the introduction, all the girls had to say "[name], [age], miss [state], USA!" why do they need to say, "blah, blah, blah, USA?" like i needed to be reminded that these are the states that make up this great country of ours. i understand the need to be patriotic at a time like this, but still, it irked me a little.

couldn't we find a better looking miss california? not offense to the one we have, but come on. i thought that 99% of all hot women in the US either live or move to california. speaking of which, when is miss louisana moving out here?

can billy bush get any more exposure on nbc at this moment? seriously, first there's access hollywood, then that game show that i don't remember, and now the miss USA beauty pagaent. can someone get rid of him please? thanks.

fucking war protesters.

they can protest whatever they want. but when they make my commute home a fucking bitch, that's when they've crossed the line.

sad news about the 16 soldiers dying in the chopper crash. RIP.

good thing i canceled my holiday.

news article

well the war has started.

god bless the soldiers fighting for freedom around the world.

good luck, boys!
i pray for your safe return.

unfortunately, i'm not going on my holiday. apparently, i'm not too fond of diseases, especially those that don't have names because no one seems to know what they are. grand, isn't it? instead, i'll be labouring away at work the next two weeks. but it's okay, i wasn't looking forward to the 12-hour flight to japan to begin with.

it's good to know that when the leader of your country threatens to invade another country, that your homeland is ill-equipped to protect itself from a deadly bio-terrorist attack. good job, dubya! i feel completely safe, oh yes i do. (i hope that screamed "SAR-FUCKING-CASM" at you)

it'll cost me $150 in penalties to refund my holiday plane ticket. i guess it's better than wasting $675 for the whole lot. unfortunately, i had to drive to work (21 miles) and then drive back home (21 miles), then drive to my travel agent's office (3 miles) and back home (3 miles) to turn in my ticket by 2pm today. what a complete waste of gas? i just blew $3.00 on it today, and "it" was hardly satisfying.

but, the redeeming point of the day was when i received the dvds i'd sent for in the post. i finally got coupling, a bbc sitcom, somewhat like friends meet sex in the city. pretty funny show, and sarah alexander is quite the looker. gotta love the british for their wonderful shows.

some more skits from the 99p challenge:

this one's about helpful poetry...

student house, then you can't hide
from mr. carbon monoxide.

if your chin is like no other,
ask your dad if he's also your brother.

if head from neck are separated,
smile, you've been decapitated.

if over a dinner you fancy a fight,
always remember the knife's on the right.

mayonnaise can kill,
so keep it in the fridge, aunt jill.

if your girlfriend's left you and you're feeling stranded,
do not fret, it's not the end, just try love single-handed.

a shifty stranger who can't stay long,
check his bag for a dirty bomb.

please remember, don't forget
never leave the bathroom wet.
nor leave the soap still in the water,
that's a thing we never order,
nor leave the towels about the floor,
nor keep the bath an hour or more,
remember this and it's happy days,
unless you die from mayonnaise.

things we believed as children that wasn't true...

one christmas eve, when i was eight years old, santa claus came into my bedroom and told me that my dad didn't exist.

my parish priest said that i would go to hell if i didn't make steam come out of his "magic train".

i used to believe that it was morally acceptable to allow the dog to lick germs off your knackers. and i've got to say, it's something my dog still believes in even today. and who am i to interfer with tradition that goes back...?

i overhead my mum telling my dad that her friend sally was frigid. and i thought that she had an icebox. which if you think about it, she did.

at one point, when i was really young, i actually believed that clowns were entertaining. (you idiot!)

i'd always believed that the mole on my great-grandmother's face was actually a volume control. and i tried to turn it down once, but it just came off in my hand.

i still got it.

and she did shut up.

celebrate the great english sickie by ringing up with excuses...

"hi sue, it's simon here. i can't come in today. the dog ate me."

"sue, yeah, hi, yeah, i didn't wake up this morning cuz simon's mum doesn't have an alarm clock. (simon: hahahahaha... what?) actually she does have one, but we broke it during sex. (simon: urrrrgh! nooooo!)"

sue (when someone started before the phone rang): "good lord, man. get out of my room and use the telephone."

"sorry sue, i can't make it in. i'm waiting for an electrician to come and he said he'll be here between 9:00am and the year 2008."

"hi sue, i'm going to be late. i just got roped into on an assisted suicide."

rice krispy treats are so delicious, but a bitch to make.

everything so damn sticky.

aaaaaaaah.

the server for the 99p challenge is down now. what am i going to do?

and, disappointingly, this episode is the last show of the season... what the hell am i going to listen to at night until the now show comes back on?

i'm going on holiday starting next weekend. japan/hk here i come!

i'm soooo tempted to shave my head. i hate my hair, especially on those crappy unmanageable days.

don't you hate getting cuts where your fingers bend?

wanna give a shout out to my best mate, marky markinson, on his 27 birthday.

BUGGER! can it be that we're all turning 27 this year? it's just not right. 3 more til the big one. ugh!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

hey... did you know that you have the same birthday as minx. isn't that just fucking weird. hahaha.

Brazil
Where hearts were entertained in June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured "some day soon"
(some day)

We kissed
(we kissed)
And clung together

Then
Tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say

Now
When twilight beams the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing that I'm certain of

Return
I will, to old
Brazil

(return) Return
(I will) I will
(to old) To old
Bra-zil!

well UCLA lives to see another day. the "another day" being one where they'll get shellacked by arizona in the pac-10 tournament. i believe the average margin of victory by arizona in the two games this season was a miserable 30 pts. but we are playing better and maybe we'll win. it would be highly interesting if we win the pac-10 tournament and get into the ncaa's as a tough teen's seed.

finish reading the paper... woo-hoo! first time in several saturdays that i've actually read the paper. happy days.

i just finished watching the movie brazil, and i have to say that it is a very interesting movie. i'll have to watch the director's commentary tomorrow. fascinating. and jonathan pryce is a damn good actor. i can't say enough about him, really terrific in ronin as well. damn, over 60 films. and kim griest... yum!

i just finished watching the movie brazil, and i have to say that it is a very interesting movie. i'll have to watch the director's commentary tomorrow. fascinating. and jonathan pryce is a damn good actor. i can't say enough about him, really terrific in ronin as well. damn, over 60 films. and kim griest... yum!

don't you just hate it when you're annoyed at something really stupid, which makes you even more annoyed? it's a vicious cycle that never ends.

oh, i'm still undeated using england (ranking: 3rd) in fifa world cup 2002 on the x-box. however, i had to downgrade to a lesser team because i was killing carlin, et al. so i played china (ranking: 38th) and got plastered 5-nil. played with south africa (ranking: 28th) with the outcome of 4-1, me on the losing side. finally, i used denmark (ranking: 16th) and was able to surpass carlin's english side, 5-1. so i'm thinking i should use the US (ranking: 21th) which should level out the playing field.

the english side is awesome on fifa 2002. owen, heskey, gerrod, scholes, beckham, etc. just plain unbeatable. at the end, carlin played tony, england vs. france (ranking: 1st) respectively. i'm happy to report that the three lions came out on top. GO ENGLAND!

good lord, it's been a while.

but then nothing exciting has been happening in my life, and i've been extra lazy the last few weeks. bad combination.

i keep reading other people's blogs and i've come to the realization that i live a very boring life. of course, having purchased a lot of new furniture and electronic goods lately has made me less inclined to go out and waste more money.

also, i'm going to japan and hk later in the month, so there's $700 i won't be seeing again. arrgh, i need a better paying job. not to mention i need to get the grad school ball rolling. the problem is i don't know where to start, which makes me procrastinate even more. i'm a procrastinator, always have been and probably always will be.

i'm in another rut now.

on a happier note, manchester united will be touring the states coming this summer. seattle, los angeles, new york and philadelphia. i'm thinking of road tripping up to seattle to watch them take on the celtic fc and also the fixture in la against Club América of Mexico (some mexican futbol club, duh!). should be exciting. but what i really want to see is their match against juventus, but that's in new york. now that would be an exciting game. two of europe's top clubs battling it out.