1:16am

AOL decided to ignore me again, so i find myself typing this cos i cant be bothered to restart the computer. i have all night/morning. did i just say 'find myself'? huh.

instead of watching the Faculty and Moulin Rouge avec mes amies ce soir, i had dinner with my cousins their parents and this family who is, i suppose, our friends. they have 3 daughters, one in uni, 2 about the same age as me. i always end up just talking to the one in uni cos the other two are pretty silent. then there are my cousins. the cool ones - yvonne's doing her AS, elaine's in first year uni and felix is in third year uni, he's the scarf knitting gay one. or so we say. anyways he promised to take me to one of those skanky karioke places in HK. one problem, i'm underage. thank god. he's cut his hair since last time. used to have unnaturally long hair for someone with both X and Y chromosones. dont even get me started on the four different combs and brushes in his bag - the same one as clara's school bag. kinda cool that he's sometimes known as ahfai as well.

back to the big family dinner thing. well, i started talking about LOTR, what else d'you think i think about? well at least coz yvonne and sonja (oldest of the sisters) have seen it. dont no bout the rest of the sises, they dont seem to talk much. so came the inevitable "the blonde one" disscussion. and go me, i didnt start it. they did. what a good abstinant girl am i? hardly. i started going on about frodo and elijah wood. they did start the boy thing. then came the imminent frodo/elijah wood bashing; "you like his big furry feet?" sonja asks. i was gonna reply "not a kinky fetishist," but she was sitting right opposite me at the round table of thirteen. so it came out as "crude jokes have been made, but no." applause for lame comeback girl. then my mum joined in the frodo/elijah wood bash-fest. what joy.

and somehow the disscussion drifted to canto pop, and elaine et moi started to sing the tomato town/zombie Leon Lai song (like i'd no the song name). twas a twisted video. i think i've mentioned it here before: the moon is a tomato and there are tomato juice vending machines all over town, hence its name. this damsel gets stalked by zombie. Leon Lai goes all hero-y investigative and immediately gets turned into a zombie. the zombies dance malco-ly. here's the interesting part: the damsel is sitting on a park bench. she suddenly falls asleep. (the zombies hypnotised her, i assumed) this girl playing in the park (in the middle of the night) gets possessed by the zombies and pushes the damsel's skirt up. (subtle, lok) then this spirity thing from the head zombie, which turned Leon Lai into one of them via his eyes, slips up between the damsel's legs and turns her into a scantily dressed zombie. look me in the eye and tell me that that was not rape. and does anyone notice? nooooooo, even elain didnt. we're talking about little kids singing along, clapping their teeny little innocent hands here. bloody hell, i was a leon lai fan when i was in kindergarden. denni was a leon lai fan last year. and people cencor eminem? you heard it here first: Leon Lai corrupts young minds. Leon Lai is public enemy no. 1. (hehe, did anyone remember his song "ichi ban" [no. 1 in japanese]? why on earth did i admit to recalling that?)

and what did i do? i shout "zombies raped the girl!!!!!!!!" across the table, despite the fact that i was talking to elaine only, who was sitting right on my left. so much for denying being a kinky hobbit feet fetishist. i'm contemplating getting one og those "pervy hobbit fancier" t-shirts from cassandra claire's secret diaries site. btw, the fanfic's pretty good too. okay, understatement of the day, its bloody inspirational fanfiction! (you can tell that i've been eating chocolate in the wee hours of night, i.e. 2 am, can't you?)

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i bought The Silmarillion and The Secret History from Waterstones today. sorry chess, i couldn't resist reading every single book you read. your taste in books is way too superior to... thats right, grovel your way to the end of the entry, lok. anyways, i got up to the infamous gay passage last night. sounds something exactly like this:

Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. In his head lay Frodo's head, drowned deep in sleep; upon his white forehead lay one of Sam's brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his master's breast. Peace was in both their faces.

here endeth the passage. wait, there's more. gollum comes along and touches Frodo's knee, "but almost the touch was a caress." gonna leave yiz tonight (what, 2:23am?) with this pleasant thought.

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