it's a sad day today. richard crenna (aka. colonel trautman) passed away last night.

i really liked his performance in rambo: first blood. RIP

the game is over and there's like 11:28 minutes left, but we're down by 24.

abc pans to the ucla bench and there was this guy who looks like a girl on the bench. turns out to be freshman ryan hollins. man, get rid of the long dres.

my god, we scored a whopping 18 points in the first half. it's getting ugly right now. arizona up by 23 pts.

i hate painting! i'm using a colour called, "polar bear." it's pretty much the colour white with a couple of drops of black. so you can say it's an off-white (barely). i think i did a pretty poor job of spackling last night. i missed a couple of spots, little holes. fuck.

is ucla going to get their ass kicked today by arizona? i certainly wouldn't put my money on ucla, but you never know. game starts in 4 minutes. i can't wait until "coach" lavin gets fired at the end of the season. it's horrendous the way we are playing. i'm completely ashamed as an alumus.

duke lost! EXCELLENT!

helsi emailed me back yesterday. i'm not sure if i'm going to email her back. it's just too emotionally draining. *sigh*

i'd just spackled my living room wall. tomorrow, i will be sanding it down, and getting ready to paint. oh, the joys of painting. i can't wait.

remus died.

i hope he's having the time of his life in doggie heaven.

i better go to sleep before i do something stupid.

oh, and a special shout-out to my second mum:

GLORIA ZAPPATERRENO

word.

i did something stupid last night. one of the hazards of staying up until the wee hours of the morning. you're not thinking straight, you're tired, you feel alone and somewhat nostalgic for helsinki* whilst listening to OMD, etc. i don't know what exactly i was thinking, but i decided to email her.

well i figured that since the US is mobilizing its troops to head towards the gulf, that maybe helsi's brother got activated (he's a marine). so i just wrote a quick note saying that i hope that he's okay, and if he was overseas, i hope that he'll get back safely and my thoughts and prayers are with him. i also asked about her mother (sweetest lady ever, well next to my mums) and the animals (2 dogs and 2 cats).

to those uninitiated to the drama that was helsi and i, you're probably thinking to yourself, well that was a very nice thing to do. on the other hand, for those of you who were lucky enough to have witnessed it all (to quote morrissey, "heaven knows i'm miserable now"), you are all probably shaking your collective heads, torn between worry and disappointment. or maybe you just feel plain ambivalence.

whatever the case maybe, that's not even the stupid part (or what i perceived to be the stupid part). i took the opportunity at this point to tell her that, and i quote, "i miss you and hope you're doing alright."

now that was pretty stupid. what was i hoping to obtain by writing something like that? i mean i do miss her, but she doesn't need to know that. there, that's where my stupidity got me. as mark would say, "that's asinine."

on a much better note, my yahoo account started working again. of course this was after 2 months of inactivity. but hey, it works and i got all my old emails back. woo-hoo!

YAHOO MAIL is the DEVIL!

it's a bit arid today. and hot. what the fuck is up with the weather? it's like 80 degrees here. ugh!


* name have been changed to protect the heart-breaker

i was at best buy last night (actually more like two nights ago since it's already thursday morning), hoping to get a copy of "about a boy" and/or "the good girl" on dvd. the strange thing was that the one i went to, up in hastings ranch, didn't have it. not only didn't they have it, but they didn't have much of anything. it was quite shocking to see that a number of shelves were empty. you would think that since it was tuesday, they would have the new music and movies that came out that day. but no, they didn't have anything of the sort. i just hope that the problem is with re-stocking the inventory and not because they are shutting the store down.

i miss helsinki in birmingham.

a duvet certainly makes a big difference in whether you like your comforter or not. i'm not very happy with the new duvet that i got last night. so tonight, i'll be heading out to the stroud's outlet in hasting village, to see if i can find something that i like. it's insane, a decent duvet costs like upwards of $60. the price of comfort. *sigh*

i don't care what people say, i'm in love with lauren graham. she looked sooooooooo damn good last night on the gilmore girls. and the hair... oh god, i nearly fell of the couch, drooling over her gorgeously done hair (it had body). anyway, i need to keep track of who's in my harem of tv stars:

lauren graham (gilmore girls)
jennifer anniston (friends)
kelli williams (the practice)
elizabeth rohm (law & order)
sabrina lloyd (sports night)
melissa george (thieves)
constance zimmer (good morning, miami)
sasha alexander (presidio med)
heather graham (boogie nights)
selma blair (cruel intentions)

then there's brittany snow, who's just a bit too young to join us in the harem, but she'll get an invite once she's legal. nothing sexual, though. she's just really cute.

so yesterday, i've been reading this blog by some girl named natalie. she apparently went to the university of waterloo up in ontario (that's in canada, silly) and i'm assuming got a cs degree. so after reading her archived blogs, i wrote a comment on one of her blog entries.

today i checked to see if there were any other comments and there were. this is what her friend, maeve wrote:

natalie you have a BLOG STALKER!!
holy random batman

maeve • 01/13/03 08:55pm

isn't that just hilarious? doesn't she know that i'm really bored at work?

just wanted to say:

HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY SANDHYA!

for something truly terrifying...

i have a friend, we'll call him boner to protect his good name (and, well... we actually do call him boner). he's kind of a pussy when it comes to pretty much everything (not that there's anything wrong with that). for example, he complains/whines that the sauna at the gym is "too hot." anyway, getting back to my story, there is this fantastic mexican restaurant in LA called king taco. i'm going to go out on a limb and say that they put cocaine in the meat because it's so DAMN good and you'll want to go back for more.

boner, mark, and i went there for lunch yesterday afternoon. boner kinda shocked me because he actually went back to the counter to get some red hot sauce to go with his combination burrito. nevertheless, he's still a pussy (once again, i can't emphasize enough that there's nothing wrong with being a pussy), reasons being two-fold:

1. he got the "salsa rojo" off to the side and not in his burrito.
2. when he put on the red hot sauce, he used a spoon and put minute amounts of it on his burrito.

and the aftermath of all this? answered somewhat graphically in an email he wrote today to mark and i:

X-Sieve: CMU Sieve 2.2
Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 17:25:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Boner
To: Mark Xxxxxxxxxxxx, Francis Xxx
Subject: king taco on sunday
X-Scanned-By: MIMEDefang 2.25 / SpamAssassin 2.43 / mail.ucla.edu
X-Probable-Spam: no
X-Spam-Hits: 0.2

So, you know the hot sauce I had on Sunday?

Well, Sunday night, I was hurting! My stomach hurt. Then I took a dump and
felt it coming out. :) Anyways, thought I'd share that with you guys.

- [boner]

imagine the horror of receiving this email at 5:27pm, whilst at work.

here's something that is truly pee-in-your-pants funny or just appalling. i'll let you decide.

whacked out shit!

as i was going through the website, and don't forget to read the testimonials, i was thinking johnny and sally probably got capped a long, long time ago.

i'm listening to travis's, "the invisible band" at work right now. there's something i really hate about the band, but i can't seem to put a finger on it. i liked, "the man who." but then i'm stuck on whether, "the invisible band" is worth my time to listen to. it's kinda annoying actually. i don't want to like them for some reason. just like coldplay. they have some good songs, but i don't think they are not as great as everyone seems to make them out to be.

and how about peter townshend arrested for, "suspicion of making and possessing indecent images of children and of incitement to distribute indecent images of children." (AP) isn't that just grand? what's up with people finding children as sex objects?

so i was just about to get the sunday paper to read in bed, when i happened to chance upon this...

now i'm assuming that this person, aaron, is gay (and for the sake of my sanity, i hope he is). anyway, here's what he wrote on thursday, 8/1/03

AHHH... the 6 hour night shift in the library! How I missed thee. Bah! At least I recieved [sic] two visitors tonight. Shelley came in madly looking for her lost keys. And then super-sweetness brought me my coat so that I wouldn't have to freeze my little gay bum off walking home. HURRAW! Amidst my boredom I found a t-shirt that I simply MUST HAVE! OMG! I died when I saw this [click please]!

isn't that t-shirt fucking hilarious? way to go aaron, way to go.

let's talk about music, shall we?

one of the songs i really liked (and still do, mind you) is "yes" by butler and mcalmont. bernard butler was the original guitarist for the english band, suede. anyway, i guess due to creative differences with brett anderson, the band's lead vocalist, butler left after making the band's sophomoric album, "dog man star." ("dog man star" is an amazing album. if you've never heard it, i can make you a copy. it's truly one of the best albums ever). i have to admit i dont' know much about mcalmont, but if you want some information on him, here you go.

so "yes" was a single that came out of their collaboration back in 1995, and was on the album, "the sound of... butler and mcalmont" a year later.

here are the lyrics to "yes"

so you wanna know me now?
how i've been
you can't help someone recover
after what you did

so tell me, am i looking better ?
have you forgot?
whatever it was that you couldn't stand
about me, about me, about me because

YES, i do feel better
yes i do, i feel alright
i feel well enough to tell you what you can do
with what you've got, ahhh

so you wanna know me now ?
how i've been
you can't help someone recover
after what you did

so tell me, am i looking better ?
have you forgot?
whatever it was that you couldn't stand
about me, about me, about me because

YES, i do feel better
yes i do, i feel alright
i feel well enough to tell you what you can do
with what you've got, ahhh

YES, i do feel better
yes i do, i feel alright
i feel well enough to tell you what you can do
with what you've got, ahhh

on and on and on and on and on and on, is no one safe ?
stowed away, stowed away...yeaahhh baby, baby
yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss

i feel mad enough to tell ya
what you can do with what you've got

i feel mad enough to tell ya
what you can do with what you've got...

albeit that the lyrics are simple and repetative, when you listen to this song, there's this great unlying theme under all the fluff; the ability to tell someone who had treated you like shit, to go fuck themselves. i think that's a very liberating message, one that hopefully i can find one day.

hickory, dickory dock,
who wants to suck my cock?

sliding it up and down,
but why the continuous frown?

could it be that you're not doing it right?
i think you're not supposed to bite.

it's definitely time for you to go.
damn, i should've just gotten myself a slutty-ass HO!

- your arse (or was it a slut's asshole?)

hello,

welcome to the first installment of rectal triangle. just to make sure that there's no misunderstanding, i'm NOT gay (not that there's anything wrong with that). i just think it's a rather funny name and i'm going to use it.

on rectal triangle, i'm going to try to talk a little bit about life. and maybe some music here and there. but mostly i would like to talk about how annoyed i am about life. i will definitely try to write something everyday, but with work and a daily 2-hour commute, i'm not sure if that's going to happen.

i'll be leaving now, but i wanted to leave you with something i've discovered only recently: triscuits, by themselves, are fairly disgusting.

ciao.