Monday, July 29, 2002

- g'day, mate -

Failure is never quite so frightening as regret.

- Cliff Buxton, The Dish

Friday, July 26, 2002

- kill me now -

What is she, headless?

- Karen, Will & Grace

Monday, July 22, 2002

- like, duh -

When you develop an infatuation for someone, you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn't need to be a good reason, a bad one will do just as well. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example: in the long run that's just the kind of dumb irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But at the time, it's the charming eccentricity you've been searching for all these years.

- Richard, The Beach

Wednesday, July 17, 2002

- guppie -

It's official -- I just got a call from the leasing office, and that shiny new apartment is all mine. No, I definitely can't afford it, and yes, I'll have to eat ramen for the rest of my life in order to pay the rent, but man, I haven't been this happy in a long long while. Stay tuned for a big house-warming party, y'all.

Tuesday, July 16, 2002

- it's shite being scottish -

I'm having a Miranda moment. My emergency contact is my sister and she doesn't even live in the same country. I'll probably die in my apartment, alone, choking on some take-out Chinese food, and when they finally find my decomposing body weeks later, they'd have to use my fingerprints and dental records to identify me because my cat would have eaten half of my face. It's all hypothetical, of course. I don't have a cat.

Monday, July 15, 2002

- talk to the hand -

A conversation at church yesterday:

Lee: What is "prayer" to you?

Hansol: Dunno... A conversation with God? Except it tends to be unidirectional. It's always me asking for a bunch of stuff, and God just ignoring me.

Friday, July 12, 2002

- serenity now -

I'm furious. Outraged. Fucking pissed off. My landlady has raised the rent for the 3rd time in a year. I called her to complain and she told me that she'd forget about the rent increase if I agree to sign a new lease at the current rent. "Absolutely not," I told her. I know for a fact that there are units identical to mine that are being rented out for $100/month less already. And get this: now that I've decided to move out, she's planning on renting it out for $125/month less than what I'm currently paying. Huh? What the fuck? Am I missing something here? It's your loss, bitch. I'm outta this fucking dump.

Thursday, July 11, 2002

- gluttony -

After my recent eating binge, I'm about to hit the 120 lbs mark for the first time in more than a year. I'm not sure if I'm happy about this new "development" though. Hannah says I'm too skinny (um, speak for yourself, Miss "even size zero is too big on me"), but still all I see is flab, flab and more flab.

Tuesday, July 9, 2002

- for the love of god and all that is holy -

Apparently, Temporary Anesthetics is being developed into a large book. Yay!

Wednesday, July 3, 2002

- simon sez -

Hi, my name is Hansol and I'm addicted to American Idol.

Yep, Fox has managed to get me hooked on yet another show. I predict that Tamyra will be the big winner. Well, she *should* win, anyways. That girl is fucking amazing. If you heard her rendition of And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going, you'd agree with me too.

Monday, July 1, 2002

- dorian graying -

I saw a rather troubling sight while clubbing last night. On the dance floor was this guy, probably in his 40s (if not 50s), wearing an Abercrombie and Fitch tanktop and dancing the night away (David promptly nicknamed him "salt-n-pepa dude"). I was so profoundly disturbed by this -- even more so than by that couple having sex on the dance floor. Am I the only one who finds something wrong with this picture?

On a related note, I've decided not to go blonde again (much to everyone's relief, I'm sure). It's about time I grow the fuck up and start acting my age. I mean, I can't stay stuck in my college phase forever, right? I'll no doubt try to renege in the future. If I do, you have my permission to bitch-slap me.