It has become a daily (or should i say nightly) obsession of mine ever since the boyfriend purchased his Google Nexus S to appease his dying need for gadgets.
Trust me, i think i am more thrilled than him at receiving the phone. Every night before i go to bed, i grab his precious phone and smuggle it into the toilet. Yes, every night i must have a few rounds of Sudoku (from genina.com obviously) before i sleep.
Ok you say i am super gross but god help me i can’t do my business staring blankly at the wall ok and according to studies Sudoku is supposed to be good mental exercise so i figure it’s even better playing while you’re in the bathroom because doing 2 task at once will double the mental exertion.
Yeah, sure laugh at me now; we’ll see who’ll laugh last when you end up with Alzheimer. Ha!
And now “genina” has become my favorite word.
It has no meaning to me at all (not in the language that i understand anyways). I just found out from the boyfriend that it does sound a little like a Hokkien foul word that you’ll never hear coming from my mouth. But i’ll say “genina” has a nice ring to it. I use it all the time, everyday.
Like when the boyfriend gives me lame excuses for being late i say “Genina la you!”
Or when some imbecile/race-car-driver wannabe tries to be funny with us on the road, i go “WTF, WTF, WTF! Genina bastard!!!!”
Or when the boyfriend acts cute, i will roll my eyes and say “Haha so not cute. Like genina only… “.
Or when my phone/laptop decided to go into coma then appropriately i scream at the top of my lungs, “GENIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAARRRGGHHH!!!!!!!”
I was on top of the Bejeweled throne for a few minutes. I had the highest score at 131, 700. Look!
That’s until the stupid system decide to have a glitch and suddenly my score doesn’t count anymore. I was back at 80k ++ score. That’s cheating! No fair! I’m back at 139, 850 now, on the third place. I can’t believe i can’t beat those bimbos. My intelligence is at stake here. Wtf.
Ps// Please don’t be offended if i call you bimbo. I’m just jealous that you’re better than me. If there’s any consolation, the fact that i’m playing this stupid game means that i’m no better than you and just like you i don’t have a life.
Ok, let’s take a break from that pathetic game. I promise it’s going to be very interesting.
Last night we were discussing about Michael Jackson (i still can’t get over MJ’s death and i cried during Brooke Shield’s speech at the memorial) and other legends or icons of the decades like Elvis Presley, Beatles, Bee Gees and John Lennon. Then James Dean came into mind.
You know James Dean right?
No? Ok, i don’t blame you coz he was from way back in 50′s. I wasn’t even borned but i recall watching one of his classic movie on tele when i was a kid. My memory is a little fuzzy but i swear it was “Rebel Without a Cause“. For some reason i remember very clearly the red jacket he was wearing in the show.
I knew nothing of James Dean back then except for how hot he was. I have a thing for rebellious guys and he was the ultimate rebel and the essence of cool back then. I had no idea he died at such a young age of 24, it was a real shame and that he died of a car crash. I had no idea he was driving a Porsche 550 Spyder named “Little Bastard”. Little Bastard, what a name!
I did some reading about his death and “Little Bastard” and i thought i would post some of the interesting facts here. I had goose bumps reading about the mysteriously cursed “Little Bastard” that killed James Dean.
Dean purchased a Lotus Mk. X, but it couldn’t be delivered in time for an upcoming race in Salinas so he acquired the Porsche 550 Spyder during filming of Rebel Without a Cause instead.
Dean hired legendary car customizer George Barris (he designed of the Batmobile for the 60′s era Batman TV show) that later painted racing number 130 on the front, sides and back with red racing stripes and the name Little Bastard on the back.
Friends of the actor – including Barris, Eartha Kitt and Dean’s former girlfriend Ursula Andress – said that they felt that the vehicle had a malevolent presence about it. “James, I don’t like this car; it’s going to kill you,” Kitt is reported to have said to Dean while the two were out for a drive the week before Dean’s crash.
Actor Alec Guinness (newly acquainted with Dean) upon seeing the car stated that the car was sinister, and said that if Dean got in it, he would be dead within the week.
Prior to his death, he gave away a kitten that Liz Taylor gave to him on the set of Giant as if he had sensed he would not be back saying “some day I may go out and not come back.”
While filming a commercial for the National Safety Council, Dean changed the words of the script from “Please Drive Safely. The life you save may your own,” to “The life you save may be mine.”
Anticipated the road race the next day, Dean and his entourage consisting of his mechanic Rolf Wütherich and stunt driver Bill Hickman hauled Little Bastard behind a station wagon to the race. Dean with Wütherich by his side decided to drive the car instead to familiarize himself with it where he received tickets that day for going 10 miles over the speed limit.
Hickman cautioned Dean and said that Dean’s silver Porsche was difficult to see, thanks to its low profile and silver color.
College student, Donald Turnupseed driving a 1950 black and white Ford Tudor cut across his path and failed to see Dean causing a collision.
Wütherich was thrown from the automobile, and suffered a broken jaw and leg but survived. Turnupseed survived too but Dean remained trapped in the vehicle, which was crushed like a piece of used tinfoil was pronounced dead.
Ironically Wütherich who suffered from mental illness after Dean’s accident died in a car crash in Germany many years later after several suicide attempts.
Barris bought for wreckage with the intent of parting it out. As soon as the vehicle was delivered to Barris’ garage, it slipped off its trailer and broke a mechanic’s leg.
Barris sold the engine to Troy McHenry and the drive train to William Eschrid. While racing at the Pomona fairgrounds, McHenry was killed when his vehicle spun out of control and crashed into a tree. Eschrid’s race car rolled several times while taking a curve, seriously injuring him. He later said that the vehicle ‘just locked up’ on him.
Two tires that Barris sold malfunctioned simultaneously, causing the car they were on to go off the road.
A young man who was attempting to steal the steering wheel had his arm gashed open on a piece of jagged metal.
Another man was hurt while trying to steal one of the bloodstained seats.
The California Highway Patrol persuaded Barris to loan them the car for a traveling exhibition. The remains of Little Bastard were taken to a garage in Fresno, and stored there. Then, in March 1959, a fire broke out in the garage whch incinerated everything except for the Little Bastard.
At a display at Sacramento High School on the anniversary of Dean’s accident, the bolts holding the car in place snapped. The car plowed off its display and broke the hip of a fifteen-year-old boy.
En route to Salinas, the truck hauling the vehicle lost control, causing the driver to fall out of the cab. Although the fall from the vehicle didn’t kill him, the Porsche fell off the truck bed and landed on top of him, ending his life.
Reportedly, while being displayed in New Orleans, the wreckage spontaneously broke apart in five separate pieces.
The car came off of a truck two other times. Once while on a freeway, and a second time in Oregon.
After the car tour ended, Barris had the vehicle loaded onto a box car in Florida and sealed shut to be transported via train back to California. When the train arrived in L.A., the seal was still intact, yet the car had vanished, and has not been seen since.
If i counted right, Little Bastard had directly and indirectly killed 4 and injured 6. Creepy or what? Despite so many warning Dean still went ahead and drove the car.
When i asked Mr. Bf and another male friend of mine, they would do the same just because it was a Porsche Spyder. What’s up with men and cars? If it happens that the car appeared again, would you be willing to give it a spin?
Oh well, I bet someone did a switched and the car is stashed in a garage somewhere but if it was up to me i hope the car will never be found.
I’m proud to be a Malaysian Chinese. We truly have the most colorful culture and might i say, language.
We were sort of discussing something (that i now obviously have no memory off) and the matter of foul language made in into our topic. He was saying that his colleagues were teaching their ang moh bosses bad words which turned out to be a hilarious and amusing session of head scratching, mispronunciations, finger pointing and ended in satisfied back patting. I could only imagine. Besides a few mothers who got cursed and maybe the few genitalia which got ‘applauded’, no one was hurt.
But one thing that i’m definitely sure is, their bosses had just had the most interesting lesson of the Chinese language. We Chinese have really got a way with foul words. Not only do we curse our poor opponent, we also curse his/her mother (usually female gets it more than others -_-”) and if we have our way, his/her ancestors and the generations to come would be roped into the fight and be condemned for eternity. -_-”. Heck if we had our way, not even the genitalia or innards would be spared.
When the Chinese curse, we do it to perfection. *wakakakaka!
For example:-
tiu lei (fark you)
tiu lei ah ma (fark your mother)
tiu lei ah ma chao hai (fark your mother’s smelly pussy)
Not only do we find it necessary to involve the opponent’s family members, we are also master of description. Note the word ‘smelly’.
Another example is, in English we used the word ‘shit’ quite freely. Like when we accidentally bang into the cupboard we say “Shit!”. Or if we forgot to wear socks to work we say “Shit!”. Or when someone forgot to hand you the assignment you call him/her “Shit head!”. But Chinese language doesn’t stop just there. Shit is not disgusting enough. Instead of just “Shit”, we say “Sik Si!” (“Eat shit!”).
What else could you think of? I can think of a thousand and one Chinese foul words that are so creative it’ll make you puke. But let’s censor those for now.
Let’s just say, you haven’t learned your bad words till you learned it the Chinese way.
