Finally.....

0.5 months bonus + $220.

OPS LaSupPe

Principal Consideration:
Keep it loungey but with a twist and some flair

So far:

Standards:
Frank Sinatra
Chet Baker
Andy Williams
(I need more females )

Modern:
Norah Jones
John Mayer
(I'm refraining from Josh Groban and Russell Watson)

Chill Out:
Lamb?
Tosca?
Kruder & Dorfmeister?
DJ Shadow?
Badmarsh and Shri?
(thinking of some non-standard electronica)


Bossa Nova:
Astrud Gilberto
Antonio Carlos Jobim

Compilations (mish-mash, details will follow):
Verve Remixed/Unmixed
The Blue Bar
Bossa Mundo - When Brazil Meets World
Jazz ChillOut
Chill:Brazil
Alight Chillout 1
Alight Chillout 2


COLOUR CODE:
BLUE: Confirmed
GREEN: Should go in
AMBER: Thinking about it
RED: Taken out
YELLOW: spare colour

LaSupPe

Have volunteered to help out with CEO's wedding dinner.

CTG XX.X.X or something. If this doesn't make any sense to you. It's okay.

need some help from you. Yes. You. YOU!

Remember how inane the music you heard before the start of a wedding dinner? The haphazardly put together songs that simply had no coherent vibe going on while you consume that bowl of shark's fin soup or that bowl of ee-fu noodles (yay! next dish is the dessert! finally!)? Fuck, admit it, some of you don't even care about the music.

Well, if music don't mean a thing to you, please stop reading.

I'm serious. Stop.

But if like me, your ears are constantly pricked and picking up music and songs that is played even in shopping centres, airports and wedding dinners, I need you help.

I'm helping CEO to muster a list of songs/music to be played during his dinner. While I know about 80% of the well-wishers will not pay attention to the music, and the 20% who do will do so for 20% of the time. Whatever that is left is meant for the music that will be played during the March In. Some weddings have two March Ins. But the music/song that EVERYBODY pay attention to is the number they play when they serve the cold dish (first dish). I have had enough of Be Our Guest from the Little Mermaid and this particular Kitaro number that is featured in just about every passing out parade when recruits are doing their bayonet fight. Ok, maybe during my time.

I implore anyone who had a good impression of the songs they have heard at a wedding dinner to drop comments. Thanks x 1,000,000!

News Flash 3!

I checked on sitemeter few days ago.

I posted something about people reading my kinda shit some time ago....

Just found this person who viewed through 62 posts.....


Thanks! I find myself more interesting already!
But the best thing was that on the referral page (how people found your site), there was a full 20 visits with the referring URL listed as "unknown". So this might mean that they weren't looking for silly stuff about g-strings, kiddy porn, yeow cheow tong, schoolgirls and what have you....



Thanks! made my day too. but CEO reminded me today, am I updating my blog to get readership? Thanks for pulling my legs and planting them firmly on terra firma. Got my head lost amongst the clouds.

News Flash 2!

Rainie Yang is coming to Singapore!

On her birthday! Wowee Zowee....

more info here and here.

News Flash 1!

I was at barbaablackchic last friday.
And since then, three very different persons have asked me about the place. As in, they are asking me if I know about the place or that there is a new joint that's buzzing...And they are all talking about BBBC.
yf's brother knew about bbbc also, mainly cause yukun is spinning there.

Anyhow, bit of advertising:


And the best thing is: House pours at $2.90 Beers from $3.90. *sniggers*

Stikfas II

I was walking around Toa Payoh on Saturday. Around the HDBHub area. Where there is a sheltered plaza which is often used for pasar malam, exhibitions, street soccer challenges....

This weekend it was the 19th MINDEF PRIDE DAY exhibition. Showcasing all the various projects by MINDEF personnel that came about through Personal Responsibility In Daily Effort. If you though that was what PRIDE meant? WRONG!

It's PRoductivity and Innovation in Daily Effort. The theme for this year's MINDEF PRIDE Day is - New Mindsets, New Possibilities

The STIKFAS figure above was given free to all participants who answered correctly to questions about the exhibits. There were about 6 questions or so.

The good thing about this particular STIKFAS figure is the sticker set that comes with it. You can basically have him as a lowly (but strategically important) Corporal (CPL) or a Master Sergeant (MSG - hahahaha monosodium glutamate). You can also have him as a Lieutenant (LTA) or a Colonel (COL). Cool.

I'm gonna bring it to base tomorrow. Have fun with colleagues. Like get the COL STIKFAS to do defaulters' parade. Maybe cast some voodoo spells...Yeah!

P.S. I notice that the MINDEF PRIDE STIKFAS is the same colour as Bernardette. Just no boobs. haha

This Blog

This is not the first working weekend and it probably won't be the last. I am totally not feeling well. Have been under the weather since last week, got better after the weekend but then came another bout of sore throat, flu and cough. Hate it. And with the weekend burnt by the work piled upon me...I don't feel any better.

I don't have anything interesting to post here. I think alot of bloggers often face this situation. When they have got nothing to blog about. It's not a bloggers' block. It's more likely due to the fact that most of us lead the most mundane of lives. Like mine. I constantly post silly blog entries because my life is not filled with constant edge of seat thrill. It's not some celebrity up-to-the-minute news that everyone is hankering after. I often post entries that are nothing but lyrics of songs I am listening to. Try to put some context and meaning behind it, as if it actually matters. Well, sometimes it does. Most times.

I don't have any splashy pictures that show me clubbing at the coolest places, I don't have membership to any clubs in Singapore. Well, Singapore Armed Forces Yacht Club, if that counts. I don't manicure/pedicure my nails because my nails are ugly and short. In fact, I bite my nails. They are knurled. Milled. Unsightly. I don't pander for endorsements because, it's unrealistic and that's not the purpose why I blog. I can't stir up any controversy because I don't think it's a calculated move.

So what do I do? I put up stuff that serves as an outlet for the creativity juices that gets stored up in me. I talk about kiddy stuff because there is a child in me that refuses to die. I don't see the world with child-like innocence mind you. I just have a kiddy sense of humour at times. Too often according to my little sister who is constantly begging for me to grow up. I whine and rant about the work I do although it pays damn well. I justify that by telling myself that money can't buy happiness but sure as hell, without money, happiness is alot harder to have. So random entries that does not reflect my life is for creativity. Posts with lyrics are closer to the state I am in I guess. In fact, they are better benchmarks than actual posts that report on my daily life. Like how I went to cut my hair today, who I went out with. Who the F cares?

So when I stated how James Walsh might be thinking too highly of himself two posts ago and pasted the lyrics to Silence Is Easy, it was because in their earlier album, he had a song called She Just Wept which I post before as well. What I meant was, James Walsh must be some superman because in a relationship, he is never the person needing help. Instead, he sings about being helpless (Got a lot to give but I don't know how to help her - Silence is Easy and How can I act When my heart's on the floor? My life is good My love's a mess - She Just Wept), not about needing help.

Damn, I also have this great tendency to be incoherent. And warped.

Actually, alot of stuff makes sense only to me. Or at least, I make my own sense which may generally not be common. I am wary about commonsensical things. Because I sometimes find myself devoid of that common sense.

CBox!

I've got a message board up.
Feel free to use it.

It's free! It's fun! Use it!

Ok, I sound weirdly cheerful.

We were talking about the days we hate/like the most. It was friday night at BarBaaBlackChic. It was also to meet up with Elaine (whom we've not met for ages, but we still look the same). So some were happy that, it being a friday, the weekend was being herald in. Some would be happier on a saturday morning or afternoon, especially those who work on saturdays. Some on sundays. Maybe it's church day. Some on fridays. Oh, I said that already. Some like wednesdays because it's like the mid-week bump and all, so like a rolling stone that's over the peak, it starts gathering moss. Eh, wait, that doesn't sound right. A rolling stone gathers no moss. Once you're over the peak, you pick up speed. Ok..something like that. So I suppose once you're going down, you go down real fast.

Most hate mondays. It's the inevitable start of the week. I hate mondays. I dunno when I started hating them but I've devoted a good part of my life hating mondays. Tuesdays can be equally bad. Because Mondays are expected to be lousy days. And when the lousiness rolls over, tuesdays become the bitch you cannot tame. wednesdays are ok. I hate sundays. the dread of monday is so intense, I wake on a sunday morning ready to kill. So saturday nights sometimes get affected. especially when the coming week is fun-filled with deadlines.

So what does that leave me with? Probably saturday morning and friday nights. They seem furthest away from mondays.

anyway. this entry was suppose to be about my new cbox. use it. it's free. feel free to use it. blah.

To remember by

I've finished the Taiwanese serial Devil Beside You (恶魔在身边) and I think I'll stave off serials for some time.

V finished it some time ago. She's re-watching bits of it. Taiwanese teeny-boppy serials are a microcosm of teenage love and young romance. There'll be the moments where hearts go fluttering, the energy-sapping chase, the sweet get-together, the apprehension that comes from possible third parties, the inevitable separation and the "happily ever after" reunion. It doesn't bring back much memories. In fact, I cannot recollect having any similarities. Well, yes. Maybe.

Whenever we're talking about the serial, we seldom refer the characters by name. Usually by nicknames. Because I spend most of the time oogling at Rainie 杨丞琳 and so cannot remember the names I'll compile the names here. It doesn't mean much to anyone else except for V and I.

First up is the male lead. The Devil himself, 江猛. I'm not sure why but the rest of the characters call him "mon" or "ja'mon". So V and I conveniently call "him" Ham because jamon is spainish for ham. I remember it well because V asked me what were the huge pieces of cured meat hanging in the supermarket. It was shaped like a headless and feetless goose. So I told V that it was the ham that we've been eating, the jamon sandwiches. So he's "Ham".



The reason why I watch this serial. Sigh....Rainie....I watched 夏天的原味 for the same reason.... I think I didn't really notice her until V was singing her songs at KBox. I then realise that she's the girl from Guess Guess Guess..Nevertheless, she gets a nickname. Which we came up with in the train today. I had to hush V up cause the lady next to me had a mole on her face as well. Anyway, 齐悦 is the character she plays. Some sweetie pie who is almost a doormat. V and I code her with "Moley".


源伊, also the first person Rainie's character confessed her love to. Turns out he's not the perfect gentleman he is seen to be. He looks alot like our local Steven Lim. In the serial, he ended up with Rainie's good friend. I think this is often the case in real life as well. Or at least, I often hear of such stuff...He's quite a goody two shoes and is not as suave as Ham (see above). Compared to Ham, he is a wimp. So his nick became "Wimpy".



This is the good friend of Moley. They are both the same age. Moley, together with her and another girl are a trio who attends most of the same class and are of the same age. But she looks older. Much older than the other two girls. So she ended up as "Old girl/woman".





This girl is part of the trio. Nothing much about her. I can't even remember her name off hand. Wait, is she actually in this show? We call her, amongst other things, "The girl", "the dunnowhatshername", "the ugly one" (so evil...), and some others. If there is ever an intent for a spin off, she is the least likely to be nominated.




She is totally infatuated with Ham. Calls him "Prince" and constantly found around him. Appears aloof but turns girlish once "Prince" is around. When she is away from him, she becomes this manipulative hell-reject with high heel boots and a black ensemble. Her jet black straight hair with a couple of blue streaks completes the look. She's "Gothika". Derived from "gothic".




This guy likes Gothika but dare not tell her. Suspected to be bisexual since he claims to have invested alot of love and care to Ham. He is always found with some hair accessory. Like the head band he is wearing now. Usually he'll have a pair of goggles around his forehead as well. I don't know why he has it. Maybe it's the same as Linus and his security blanket. I don't know. So he's "Goggles".



The serial was quite enjoyable. And I am finally starting to get quite enough of Rainie Yang. As in, I've gotten enough of her on screen. I'll plan my next overseas trip to Taiwan and check out which shopping centre or town she's scheduled to appear in.

Like real I am.

I just didn't realise

James Walsh might think too highly of himself.

Silence Is Easy
Everybody says that their looking
for a shelter,
Got a lot to give but I don't know
how to help her,
I should just let it go
till they learn how to grow,
And how to liberate.

Everybody says that she's
looking for a shelter,
Got a lot to give but I don't know
how I felt her,
They should just let it go
till these cities learn to grow,
And how to liberate.

Silence is easy,
it just becomes me,
You don't even know me,
all lie about me.

Everybody says that I'm looking for a home now,
Looking for a boy
or I'm looking for a girl now,
I can still let it go,
I can still learn to grow,
Into a child again.

Silence is easy,
it just becomes me,
You don't even know me,
why lie about me.
Silence is easy,
it just becomes me,
You don't even know me,
why do you hate me.

The Uncanny X Men and Da Vinci Code

I'm Sir Ian McKellen, but you can call me Serena."

Gandalf, Sir Leigh Teabing and Magneto (Eric Magnus Lehnsherr - Jew of course) all have one thing in common. And that is the actor who played them all.

Of the current two movies that Sir Ian McKellen is in, well, namely The Da Vinci Code and X-Men : The Last Stand, they are bound to be huge huge hits, even though they are not released right smack in the summer. Superman is. Digressing.

Sir Ian McKellen certainly isn't the first gay knight. I suggest you don't search on google for "gay knights" because what it'll turn up is a lot of sites that you are most probably not looking for.

But Sir Ian McKellen certainly was the first to be knighted, after he went public about his sexuality. That was in 1988. He was knighted in 1991. He, together with Sir Nigel Hawthorne and Sir John Gielgud are theatrical knights. Not that being gay meant that they were more melodramatic than others. But because they were such briliant actors.

Really, what I want to write about isn't a movie review. Cause, not interested.
I was noting how coincidental the theme of both these movies were. Especially when Sir Ian McKellen is in both of them. He is a LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) activist and it's really interesting to note how he might feel against Christianity, the Vatican and all other organisations (when your church manages more money than a small country, hell yeah, you are an organisation) that publicly denounces his sexual preferences. And also if homosexuality is a disease. It's like mutants. The quest for a cure meant that it is looked upon as a disease. Leaving an option for a cure meant that people can actually choose. Using the cure as a weapon meant that mutants are actually dangerous.

So it begs to be asked. Is a person's sexuality a disease? Is it a choice? Is it dangerous?

Ok, let's move to the fluffy, airy fairy stuff everybody likes.

Here are some pics of my favourite (at one time) X-Men character. Phoenix - Jean Grey. Yeah....sounds lame now especially since she is the main character in The Last Stand. But let's be fair. I bought her toy figure way back. Like in 1996 or so.

no, i dunno why only her boobies are in focus.

her eyes and hair glows...

activated by this button on her back.

random pic of another character I liked: Apocalypse.


Luckily, there were "extras" at the end of the X-Men credits. Cause I made my movie companions stay. And by the way, there is a movie titled Magneto that is slated for release next year. *hint hint*

Next post would be about how the "war" that took place at Alcatraz (with the Golden gate Bridge straddling between the island and San Francisco) can be a metaphor for Singapore/Malaysia. Don't bloody ask me why I think of such stuff while watching X-Men. I don't bloody know.

Tell me who remembers?

Scars are souvenirs you'll never lose

From which song did the lyric above come from?

Soundtrack of your life

Although V doesn't know and I haven't told her yet, but the recent interest in Chinese pop songs, it's mainly because of that fateful day when I went into K-Box with her.

Lady-Miss-Mong has been trying to get us into a karaoke session with her. I promised to applause after they sing and watch the many nice music videos that come with it but I don't think I want to subject them to my croaking.

I think what Nick Hornby did with 31 Songs was fantastic. But he couldn't have done it without first writing his other novels. I am wondering if there was actually a soundtrack for the book. I thought the idea of a book with an accompanying soundtrack would be interesting. I once wanted to set Ethan Hawke's The Hottest State to the songs of Jeff Buckley but that has been put on the back burner. Life, you know, or more precisely, living, can't do without it but it saps you of the energy to do things like that.

I have seen Chinese movies with mixed language soundtrack. It may be Chinese with Japanese, Korean, Mongolian, Indian, English, Spainish, French....but there are such. And there are English movies with mixed language soundtrack, French, Spainish, Italian, but seldom with an Asian language. Or Far Eastern language. But I don't know if anybody noticed, the token foreign language track in a Chinese movie is usually some oldie with sentimental value and seldom or never a contemporary song.

Maybe I should re-think about setting the soundtrack for The Hottest State. Maybe I should think of some story where I can have mix language soundtrack. it'll be a love story but that the couple don't end up together.

Maybe I should just stop dreaming.

I'll start the story with this song:

暧昧

暧昧让人受尽委屈
找不到相爱的证据
何时该前进
何时该放弃
连拥抱都没有勇气

只能陪你到这里
毕竟有些事不可以
超过了友情 还不到爱情
远方就要下雨的风景

到底该不该哭泣
想太多 是我还是你
我很不服气 也开始怀疑
眼前的人是不是同一个真实的你

暧昧让人受尽委屈
找不到相爱的证据
何时该前进
何时该放弃
连拥抱都没有勇气

暧昧让人变得贪心
直到等待失去意义
无奈我和你
写不出结局
放遗憾的美丽
停在这里

杨丞琳

and end it with this:

Let It Die

Let it die and get out of my mind
We don't see eye to eye
Or hear ear to ear

Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss
And see this for what it is
That we're not in love

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start

It was hard to tell just how I felt
To not recognize myself
I started to fade away

And after all it won't take long to fall in love
Now I know what I don't want
I learned that with you

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start

Feist

Lurrve-ly...

Lousy Joke #493 (sum of 7 consecutive prime numbers : 59 + 61 + 67 + 71 + 73 + 79 + 83)

Question: Which team can beat the X Men in football?

Answer: XI Men.


hahaha....

Answer

这个季节的阳光太强了。
一不小心就会晒伤的。

Did anyone notice

that the publicity splash at Orchard MRT for Da Vinci Code is super huge and on the floor?

it features the cast superimposed on Leonardo's Last Supper.

They (the powers that be, possibly the MRT staff or over-zealous Christians) have barricaded the ad that is on the floor. Specifically the spot where Jesus' face is on the Last Supper.

So that commuters will not step on him (oops, sorry, Him).

I think they shld have thought of that before sticking it on the floor.

Orchard Road leh. District 9. Real estate is very expensive.

I'll put up pics if I have any. But last I heard, Kenny Sia tried taking pictures in an MRT station, he got a warning. So....I'd better not. I'm no Kenny Sia. Not hung like a horse, no coconuts for balls.

Clearing my backpost (Devil Beside You and Twins Separated at birth)

Ok, I am watching (trying to) this taiwanese serial with Rainie Yang and Mike He.

I know.

Those who know me, will never guess I'd be interested in a serial like this.


But guess what. Guess again.

Anyway. I just want to highlight a couple of really weird observations.

This is Steven Lim - Singapore's street eyebrow plucker, minor un-celebrity.









This is Kingone - Mr Wimpy in the serial. He plays the character Yuan Yi aka Wimpy.









V told me if I actually post this, I should expect death threats. Not from Steven or his fans of course. But let's be honest here. They DO look similar right?

Please send your hate mail and death threats to youdunagree-likeicare@gmail.com

And also what about Chad Smith (drummer from RHCP) and Will Ferrell.
I think they are also separated at birth.




So who do you think this is?

Oliver Stone, World (meaning United States) seeing evil (Derek Zoolander?)

Oliver Stone is tackling yet another controversial topic.

After the assassination of President John F Kennedy, Hustler Dirrty mags, Nixon (more presidents), Vietnam war, more Vietnam war (heaven and earth has got hiep thi le, wife of djinn or perth fame),

World Trade Centre

It premieres on National Day. August 9th.

Watch the trailer.
click here.

And you'd notice that when this scene (screen capture. i found this out from boingboing) mention that the world saw evil, derek zoolander was on the billboard. was oliver stone trying to tell us something?

Interestingly, Oliver Stone did direct a movie called Blue Steel.

Compare Stone's Blue Steel with Zoolander's Blue Steel.













One fine day, I will do a Magnum and post online. Right here!

Oh....so....stupid....(of me)

I turned on my moderation for comments in my blog.

And I forgot to moderate them.

So to all of you:

Thanks for the comments.

Princess Poofie
lancerlord
Radikaz
Tan Kok Seng
skybellzz
Chuang Shyue Chou
food lover
jados (i know you!)
Serene
Postmaster - General
Anonymous 1
Reborn
????
gossipger
greenapple
OORANOS
spinnee
bren
PC
bua du gu
Anonymous 2 (Amanda)
Mark
Daniel Wood
Anonymous 3
Anonymous 4
cs (concave scream) - rock on guys! shamefully, though I attended the album launch, I have not gotten your new album.
Anonymous 5
cochise (you evil spammer!)
Anonymous 6 (bonnevil)
Tan
v (my lovely v)
Anonymous 7
fanher
Anonymous 8 (claims to be "my fave sis" and *pouts*)
dan
CEO (your blog is long time coming hor? Like my driver's license)
Anonymous 9 (sharing similar experience as a "real" sister that I have and hinted on getting 2 spanking new handphones instead of 1 to replace the phone I lost - will the real sister of littlefish please stand up x 3)
Anonymous 10
Paul
Wei Chuen (I know you??? *suspicious shufflings*)
fanher (claims to be ben - bento? fan her is 饭盒? wahahahaha)
Anonymous 11 (andain.livejournal)
keanbon
Anonymous 12 (yes, cs played driven)
Anonymous 13 (etherdrops)
Anonymous 14
Anonymous 15 (ys - when you gonna start your blog?)
Anonymous 16
sweet-avocado
jade (you not jados!? *gasps*)


I am stupid. Link Link Link Link Link

V can now wear this t-shirt without me whimpering.

Tsk!

Was at the Puma store today. Guy at the shop told me that the Puma El Rey white is for women.

What the HYELL!

First the pony skin only got 50 pairs in the world.
Now the compromised choice is for women.

This sucks.

But Carl Jr's was super. I had the Portobello Mushroom...damn. Hugeass burger. Love the stuff in there. The mushroom, lettuce, tomatos and onions.

Sweet!

Ready. Get Set.

SCREAM!

Link.

Why they banned chewing/bubble gum

I did stop to think how a portion of the nation actually grew up without chewing gum. They have never seen wrigleys being sold over the counter. They don't know how to blow a bubble from a bubble gum.

That's not all that dreadful.

Chewing gum and bubble gum, they don't give any benefit at all. You chew too long, your jaws hurt. There is no added vitamin C in the gum. And you cannot swallow the gum.

And gum gets into every crack and crevice in a city. They stick the the bottom of your shoes, they are found in people's hair. They irritate the hell out of alot of people.

Just like chinese pop songs. There is just nothing to dislike about them

On heavy rotation on my nano right now are 3 songs by Rainie Yang: 过敏，　理想情人　and 暧昧。　And also Angela Zhang's 真的.

Bubble gum. And I just can't get enough.

Never underestimate uncle (or aunty)

You know the deal. You hop onto a taxi and after a hasty greeting, sometimes without, you tell the driver the destination. S/he might come back with some recommendation. You might be totally clueless on how to get to your destination or you might mumble something to the effect that you want the shortest route, the fastest route (which may not be the shortest) etc etc....

You address the driver as uncle or aunty. Those who are more careful with choice of words may use "brother" or the more affectionate "abang".

They regale you with the latest results in English Premier League, the current World Cup odds, the next General Election (in 2011), why PAP is good/bad, why people drive toyota corollas that aren't black are lousy drivers....I mean, there is NOTHING under the sun that the taxi uncle/aunty doesn't know. Ok, not being sexist here, but auntys do tend to know less. They know if you are wearing a thong/jockeys/boxers/nothing from the way you squirm when he is making a u-turn. True!

And it is not a local phenomena.

Over in Blighty (the taxi uncles in London, though maybe not throughout UK, will tell you that Blighty is derived from the Hindustani word for foreign: bila yati that old faithful colonials used to described Great Britain), the same can be said of the cab drivers. Cabbies, as they are called. No one calls them uncle over there. You might try to pretend you are an American Born Chinese there by loosely using the term "brudder" on them. They may not appreciate it.


That's Mister Cab Driver to you sonny. Or you can call me Mister Smith, John Smith. Durh. Not true.

So anyhow, this guy, Guy Kewney (real name) who is a bit of a computer and internet expert was invited on a BBC programme to give his views on Apple Computer and the way people are accessing to music. I don't know if it's a joke or something (a way to make credible people seem in-credible), they got a cab driver (if you would believe it) by mistake!

So this guy, who looks nothing like Guy Kewney, pulls off the best stunt of his life, worthy of a triple grammy.

See Guy Kewney:







Now see impersonator (note: this is NOT Guy Kewney):
The resemblance is uncanny.
I mean, look at the two! Practically separated at birth!

Notice the eyes? How they both have got a pair? And the amazing thing is, their noses separates them in the middle! And I don't have to even mention the mouth and lips do I? And the ears, oh my gawd, the ears, how they are somewhere aligned with their eyebrows? Ok, so the real (I am having my doubts already, are you?) Guy Kewney has got his ears covered by some headphone device.

I guess it could have been anyone who mistook the latter for Guy Kewney.

My Puma El Rey (it wasn't meant to be) ='(

I have been bugging V since February or so. About a pair of Puma slipons that I wanted to get. I'm bugging not for her to get it. But why is it that I cannot find it.
I thought maybe cause I was a little eager. All I can remember is that it was slated for a March release. So February, maybe too early lah.

And since then, I have been thronging the streets, sports shops and secretly rejoiced when Puma opened a store in Marina Square.

I saw a new pair recently. It was white. It was the exact same design, just different colour and material.

This is the pair that I want. I finally found it.

There are three different materials for this series. There is one with the embossed leather, one with meshed canvas or something and the one which I want to have is the pony skin. It's gotta to with remnant yearning for my very own My Little Pony from my childhood years.

Guess what, it was released in March 2006. It gets better. There are about 50 of each made. Narbeh. What the fuck for right?

So I guess I might have to settle for something less exotic. I might not have bought it anyways. It would have probably cost something like $300 or so.

Something less might be this:


damn, i'm addicted to cats.

The Lake: To --

I was saying a few entries ago about poetry. And one of the darker poets that I am particularly fond of is Edgar Allan Poe. He is most famous for the poem The Raven (nothing more and evermore stuff). His poem always had an element of melody, like it was meant to be a song. And Jeff Buckley definitely transpose one of his poem, Ulalume - A Ballad, into a song. And that wasn't the only one. Recently, well, about a year ago, Antony of Antony & The Johnsons tweaked the words of another of his poem into a song. This particular one, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Because it was my favourite poem from his collection. It's titled The Lake: To--. Yeah, weird title. But everything described in the poem is so....bleak. Yet so romantic. The song is exceptionally well composed as well. It's got an element of forbode and just seems to be romantic (as in romanticism not the roses and candle light dinners type) and enhanced the lyrical and balladic tone that was already present in the poem.

If you have a chance to listen to it, you'll understand.

The Lake In youth's spring, it was my lot To haunt of the wide earth a spot To which I could not love the less So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound And the tall trees that towered around But when the night had thrown her pall Upon that spot as upon all And the wind would pass me by In its stilly melody My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake Yet that terror was not fright But a tremulous delight And a feeling undefined Springing from a darkened mind Death was in that poisoned wave And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his dark imagining Whose wildering though could even make An Eden of that dim lake But when the night had thrown her pall Upon that spot as upon all And the wind would pass me by In its stilly melody My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake Springing from a darkened mind So lovely was the loneliness In youth's spring, it was my lot In its stilly melody An Eden of that dim lake An Eden of that dim lake Lone, lone, lonely... Antony & The Johnsons		The Lake. To-- In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody- Then–ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake. Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight- A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define- Nor Love–although the Love were thine. Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining- Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake. Edgar Allan Poe

I have more to write about Edgar Allan Poe.....

Mother's day

Early Mother's Day celebration at No Signboard, Esplanade. Now, I'm not sure which is the best tasting No Signboard in Singapore, there are other branches in Oasis - Kallang, East Coast Seafood Centre and of course, the original at Geylang.

We were thinking it was going to be a quiet night because many would have chosen to be vegetarian today, being Vesak Day which is the birthday of Buddha.

Apparently not.

Have got some photos to put up...but they are with my sister...till it's up..

At my best, I'm cruel and twisted

I know I am being a little twisted when I say this.

One day when my dad passes away, my mum will go senile.

She's maintaining her sanity just to nag at him from the point of time he enters the door until she has settled to her 大长今 or newspaper or massage chair. So my dad seeks refuge by being out whenever he can, or sleeping early, once he is done with the chinese news.

You can choose your friends but not your fmaily. I have written this line somewhere in this blog before. I must remember that a spouse occupies that in-between area of friend and family. You choose that friend to become family.

Brownings.

There were a number of books that I thought was essential to me when I packed my bag for York.

A textbook on Social Psychology (this was bought at the same place and time as Annie Proulx's Heart Songs and Other Stories which is currently with Jade. Bought in 1997 at Bras Basah) because I thought I might be interested to read about it on my own. It's a bloody hardcover. Weighs about a kilo on its own.
A guidebook to the Bed and Breakfast Lodgings in Great Britain. This was given to me by my cousin who bought it when she was there with her husband. Quite useful, if not for the contact details of the bed and breakfast places in Britain.
And four poetry books. Poems 1965 - 1975 by Seamus Heaney, Everyman's Poetry by Robert Browning, A Poet To His Beloved by W. B. Yeats and The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe.

Yeah, I am very artificial. I thought by reading poetry I can score with girls. Girls dig that kind of stuff right? Poetry? Who the fuck cares about words that rhyme (kiddy shit) and incoherent mish-mash of arcane words like thou'est, fuckerest, thee, art...

I've known about the romance between Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Browning for some time now. I first came across the poetry of Robert Browning in this old book - Federal Anthology of Poetry 2 selected and edited by Catherine Lim. It's a 1986 edition. I think it's still in reprint. Aunt was working at Times Publishing House then. So she would pass books used for editing to us (nieces and nephews). In the Life: Love and Joy Chapter, Catherine Lim chose How Do I love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Meeting At Night by Robert Browning amongst 6 others. But these two stuck because the former was familiar (How do I love thee, let me count the ways.) and the latter, spoke of some clandestine rendezvous, a forbidden love that in the simple pleasure of a meeting by the sea. So hushed, their beating hearts ring out louder than their voices.

Sonnet XLIII
Elizabeth Browning

How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Meeting At Night
Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land:
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

I recently read this poem by Robert Browning that was not in the collection that I have. It speaks of a love that is nearly torn asunder, that is missed, finally brought together again in spring.

Never The Time And The Place
Robert Browning

Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together !
This path--how soft to pace !
This May--what magic weather !
Where is the loved one's face?
In a dream that loved one's face meets mine,
But the house is narrow, the place is bleak
Where, outside, rain and wind combine
With a furtive ear, if I strive to speak,
With a hostile eye at my flushing cheek,
With a malice that marks each word, each sign !
O enemy sly and serpentine,
Uncoil thee from the waking man !
Do I hold the Past
Thus firm and fast
Yet doubt if the Future hold I can?
This path so soft to pace shall lead
Thro' the magic of May to herself indeed !
Or narrow if needs the house must be,
Outside are the storms and strangers: we
Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she,--
I and she !

When I read poetry that's written about 200 years ago, I realise that we aren't that much different from then.

Her head is too big for her body.

Was getting my hair cut yesterday. The lady next to me, well, we share the same hairdresser, Michelle.

So she had a magazine with Angela Zhang on it. Cannot really remember which magazine it is.
I overheard their conversation. Something about the singer's eyes being too big for her small face, her head being too big given her small frame. It was the way they were talking about it that made everything hilarious.

Anyway, found the lyrics to the track that I like that is from her.

真的
我努力的仰着脸孔
试着让眼泪不往下留别往下流
无闻的感觉到什么
在我生活中不再相同不相同
想要说却还沉默
伸出手无法触碰
天空突然一片辽阔
原来你是真的已经离开我
在我不熟悉的世界过新的生活
闭上眼让泪水滑落
此刻你已真的永远离开我
在另 外一个没有我的世界
自由的走
我努力的仰着脸孔
试着让眼泪不往下留别往下流
无闻的感觉到什么
在我生活中不再相同很不相同
想要说却还沉默
伸出 手无法触碰
天空突然一片辽阔
原来你是真的已经离开我
在我不熟悉的世界过新的生活
闭上眼让泪水滑落
此刻你已真的永远离开我
在另外一个没有我的世 界自由的走 天
空突然一片辽阔
原来你是真的已经离开我
在我不熟悉的世界过新的生活
闭上眼让泪水滑落
此刻你已真的永远离开我
在另外一个没有我的世 界
自由的走
张韶涵

Must get V to sing it again.

man machine

Humans are made to last a week on a daily four hour sleep routine.

and so I sleep.

Setting a fire to the 3rd bar - whatever that meant.

Rather spontaneous also as a week before we finished recording the album this song simply didn't exist. Garret had the idea to get Martha Wainwright on the record as we'd been listening to "Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole" a lot, you know, for self-esteem - I didn't want her to just sing backing on one of the other songs so I went off and wrote a song especially for her.
It came pretty easily and the lyrics are my favourite on the album. I guess I was inspired by Martha.
We called her up and sent her the song and she said yes. Thank the Lord.
Perfectly, she had a show in Dublin the day we finished in Grouse Lodge so we booked a studio and got to spend our last day recording.
Listening to one of the finest contemporary female singers sing the words I wrote for her, with such passion is more than I could have dared to dream of. Thanks Martha xo

- Gary Lightbody

Set The Fire To The Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from me to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've felt so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep it

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

Snow Patrol featuring Martha Wainwright

Untitled: Because it doesn't need one

Pills

Boy: I hope my smile can distract you.
I hope my fists can fight for two.
So it never has to show and you’ll never know

Girl: I hope my love can blind you.
I hope my arms can bind you.
So you’ll never have to see what we’ve grown to be

Both: One may think we’re alright.
But we need pills to sleep at night.
We need lies to make it through the day.

We’re not ok.

One may think we’re doing fine.
But if I had to lay it on the line, we’re losing ground with every passing day.

We’re not ok.

But that’s one thing I would never, one thing I would never, that’s one thing I would never say to you.

The Perishers

Link

Sunday work - genuine fake haiku

V came back today.

Was at airport, not for her.

Sunday still must work.

James Gomez detained

the worry i have is "will low thia khiang be implicated?

SINGAPORE : James Gomez, the man at the centre of a controversy with the Elections Department over a minority candidate certificate, has been detained by police.

In a statement, police said they were investigating after receiving a complaint against Mr Gomez from the Elections Department.

Mr Gomez was stopped at Changi Airport on Sunday afternoon and prevented from leaving for Sweden.

Channel NewsAsia understands his passport and boarding pass have been confiscated.

Mr Gomez was taken to the Police Cantonment Complex at 4pm to have his statement taken.

During the hustings, Mr Gomez was embroiled in a controversy over his application for a minority candidate certificate.

He claimed to have submitted an application at the Elections Department, but security camera footage showed otherwise.

People's Action Party leaders later accused Mr Gomez of trying to discredit the Elections Department by claiming its staff had misplaced his form.

In a statement, Deputy Prime Minister Wong Kan Seng had charged that Mr Gomez stage-managed the entire episode from the start.

More great music

Just heard this on Saturday.

Bob Sinclair featuring Steve Edwards on vocals.

World, Hold On (Children Of The Sky) - Extended Club Mix.

Wicked.

Only LP out. So far. Since 15 Mar.



CD Single not till July 06. According to Discogs.com and Amazon.

Absolutely lifting teh the party vibe at Velvet.

Apolitical

It's all about timing and knowing what to say.

If statistics are to be believed, out of every 3 Singaporeans, 1 would have voted for the Oppostion. Perhaps I can push it a little further by saying that the single voter out of 3 wasn't actually voting for the Opposition. They voted against the incumbent.

LHL said it was a strong mandate. His "thank you" speech sounded rehearsed. It sounded as if he was likely to have claimed a "strong mandate" given by the voters even if the total valid votes that went his way was 70% or 80%.

His party's chairman said a 80% win should have been the order of the day.
But the results in Ang Mo Kio GRC bore a rather chilling resemblance to the mandate given by the electorate.

That the government was able to achieve all that we see now, much credit was given to the fact that it has been pretty much a one-horse race since 1968. But what we will never know is how much more achievements we could have with a government that is constantly kept on its toes.

The fact that the Israeli Armed Forces exports it's military hardware and software (doctrines and tactical guides on warfare) is because they are damn good at it. They are so damn good at it is not because they were kept peaceful and got along well with their neighbours. Quite the opposite. Adapt or die. Change or be swept away. I once heard a housemate quoting from a magazine, "Look at the French, Germans and English. They war all the time but see what dominance they enjoy and the technological progress that was brought along by developments brought about by the need to compete. Look at the Swiss, years of neutrality and what did they give to the world? Cuckoo clocks and chocolates."

Timing.
The last general election was held on 3rd November 2001. Barely 2 months after 9/11. When the whole world was engulfed in a state of disquieting peace. The one before that was in 1997. Before that it was in 1991. 1991 was GCT's first year as PM. The Next Lap. More Good Years. Staying Together Moving Ahead. 1991, the majority was 61%. 2001 was the best. At 75%. What can one infer? First year as PM normally drop. Why hold a general election amidst security concerns? To conduct some scare-mongering tactics? Of course not. Not on paper anyway.

What to say.
The parties in the last UK elections were banging away on the old folks votes with issues on healthcare. But guess what, many of the voters in the retirement age bracket weren't that concern about healthcare. Well, they were. But they were equally concerned about their grandchildren. They were concerned if they was going to be enough jobs for them, if they will be sent to wars that are fought in someone else's land based on some other country's poor acumen on politics and business in the world. Here? We are not that particular about other distractions on the minority. We want leaders who will not harp on a bored topic that doesn't concern us directly. We want leaders who know when to stop. We don't want leaders who bring up our past to ridicule us.

I feel this is indeed watershed.

And I feel optimistic despite the strong mandate.

V's coming home!

So who will be welcoming V's return on Sunday afternoon?



So can you find where in the world she is? She's been to around Italy, Paris and London. So do you know where she is now? Gotta search for her!

Ready, Get Set, GO!


Found her?

CONGRATULATIONS!

Haha!


Done on a Mac using Office. Added some words and graphics.

干你老娘的臭鸡掰

I turned up at the Polling Station at Blk 9 of St Georges Road today as any responsible citizen would. It's Polling Day y'all nimwits. Voting is Compulsory. Voting is Secret. 投票是强致的。投票是秘密的。

But sometime back after not receiving my polling card like the rest of my family, I decided to check up with the Elections Department. The website indicated that I should submit some form. So I duly filled it up.

But then I have not done the following.
Because the electorate is finalised "a few months ahead" I should have "enquired with the Elections Department" before the electorate was finalised.

Damn. Only two things prevented me from doing that. Firstly, I was under the impression that my mum had asked the Polling Agents and Senior Presiding Officer at the Polling Station back in 2001 to indicate that I was away. Subsequently, either I was suppose to have followed up on something or ??? Secondly, since I was under the impression that my name is in the electorate, I waited for the polling card and when it did not arrive, I promptly sent in the form. And this was done within days after Nomination Day.

But now I can't vote.
干你娘



There was this elderly lady, walking with aid, who spoke English, at the Enquiries table at the Polling Station. Supposedly, her polling card indicated that her Polling Station was to be at Bendemeer Secondary School. Or was it Primary. Doesn't matter. But during one of "Yaacob's walkabout, I mentioned to him that my sister can't vote because she is [suffering from] dementia and I might not want to go all the way to Bendemeet School to vote given my condition". Like I said, she walks with aid. So "Yaacob said that there is a possibility that a Polling Station be set up here, at Blk 9 and that I can vote here."

Of course she cannot.

So what's happening now is that Yaacob could have unknowingly provided the lady with incorrect information.

This is terrible.

What does that say for the rest of the incumbent Party's candidates in Jalan Besar GRC? Oh no, this was not caught on CCTV neither was it captured on a microtape recorder. There are no Indian former colleagues or rival party sinkhs who overheard the conversation. Just the bunch of cronies who followed Yaacob around who might have heard it.

Anyway, after being offered the explanation (she simply cannot vote here), she asked the Senior Presiding Officer to talk to her hand and that she was "deeply disappointed and made to suffer this inconvenience."

Disclaimer: The above scene was not captured by CCTV (I did a quick can) neither were there any Sinkhs or former Indian colleagues around. No minority reports were filed. perhaps just an Incident Report.

A minor treatise on the horror genre

I haven't watched any horror films for quite some time. While I do catch the occasional horror flick on tv, the last one that I sat in a cinema to watch, well, I can't remember.

Anyhow, I overheard how this girl approaches horror movie while on the mrt train about two weeks ago. I thought it was really interesting. And yes, I was eavesdropping. But given her audible voice, everyone within 5 metres was listening in.

According to her, she catches horror movies that have the ghost/spirit/disgruntled soul out for revenge only. Her theory is rather simple yet novel, to me at least.

See, she thinks it is awfully horrifying to have a ghost that picks its (gender-less) victims randomly. Or simply because the victim stumbled upon some haunted house, ancient relic or other random events. She'd watch horror films where the victims are killed or scared till their death because the ghost/spirit/disgruntled soul is out for revenge. The victim committed some hedious, nefarious, dastardly deeds to the ghost/spirit/disgruntled soul when it was still alive.

Her rationale is this. As long as she doesn't do bad things to other people, thereby causing death, she doesn't need to worry about being a victim. She's only afraid of ghosts/spirits/disgruntled souls who pick their victims randomly.

First time I hear this. But it is a way of looking at the genre. Interesting.

Paul Oakenfold at Zouk

He doesn't seem to have the same pulling power as before. I remember him coming to Zouk about 6 years or more ago. And that was pack from sometime before midnight.

but tonight, the crowds only started coming in around midnight or so.

Or maybe it's pointing to a general trend. That Singaporeans are starting their parties later.

He's dropping tracks that are so much harder as well. But then again, maybe it's cause he is just following the general trend as well. Music may be pumping harder these days.

Enjoyed myself more at Velvet. Or as the ah beng who sounded like he is from the north would say, vee-vat. He managed to say underground correctly though. House music that don't go beyond 120 bpm. Lots of piano, like Italian house, and some Bossa influenced house. Haha, what do I know?

I think paying that little bit of extra to have something that is consistent to fall back on is keeping it safe.

What I am listening to these days.

Latest finds:


Hooverphonic - No More Sweet Music. Double disc of sweet music. First disc is titled More Sweet Music and second disc is No More Sweet Music featuring the same track as disc one but given a remake, not remixed. Hard to explain, but basically, the album could have beena single disc and they might have been unsure which mix was better. Outstanding tracks: No More Sweet Music, Dirty Lenses


Lamb: Remixed. Double disc of Lamb's remixes from their past. Some sound really dated, back when drum and bass sounded like, well, drum and bass. Worthy remixes include: What Sound (Lamb vs Cosmos Tom Middleton Deep Step Remix), Gabriel (Si Begg 5.1 Futures Remix), Transfattyacid (Kruder and Dorfmeister Remix)



Cocteau Twins: Lullabies To Violaine (Vol 1 - 2). Still trying to digest this release by the Cocteau Twins. Faye Wong was rather influenced by them in the 90s leading to some collaboration with exclusive tracks produced for Faye. Faye's 浮躁 sounds so much influenced by tracks so as Watchlar, Mud And Dark, Three-Swept. Memorable tracks are: Bluebeard, Violaine and Tranquil Eye.


Snow Patrol: Eyes Open. Latest album. Will take my time to nurse this album. First listen reveals gems like the duet with Martha Wainwright (Rufus' sister), Set The Fire To The Third Bar, Make This Go On Forever, Open Your Eyes, The Finish Line....shit....the album rocks man. Such an impossible task to up the ante on the previous album, Final Straw, but Snow Patrol has done it.


The Perishers: Let There Be Morning. Discovered accidentally on a Sunday. Last Sunday. While taking a rest in a shelter, this malay threesome (mum and two daughters) came to share the shelter. One of the daugther was listening to a portable stereo and switched from hard rock to a track which I cannot recognise by sounded great. I could only pick up the words, "..on a weekend..." and the next track I could pick up words like, "....and if I am coming down won't you be my solid ground." That was enough for me to find out who the tracks were by. There were Weekends and Sway. Another great track is the band's duet with Sarah Isaksson (singer in her own right vocal coach to the band as well), Pills. Had a long conversation with friend about meaning of the song. Brilliant stuff from Sweden. Ikea! Flat packed and so convenient!



Also I am starting to notice Terry Callier. After noticing his duet with Beth Orton (the absolutely gorgeous Dolphins) and he is featured on the latest single from Massive Attack, Live With Me. Amazing guy, legendary. American, but gaining the respect he deserves only in UK because of the revival started with Gilles Peterson and releases on his acid jazz label Talkin' Loud.

That would be the day

Imagine one day, they discover a cure for hypochondria. All hypochondriacs will rejoice.

But wait a minute.

Drug Discovered; Effective Against Hypochondria

Something's not quite right. What happen to hypochondriacs who are cured? Or they will start to think they are suffering from something else? I'm confused.

So the discovery of a drug to cure hypochondria really is news?

What about reading the local papers in the morning while drinking coffee and eating your toast. You come across the following headline:

New Placebo Found: Finally a placebo that actually works!

That's rather funny too right? So who invents placebos?

933

I have been listening to 933 quite often as it is the station of choice in the office.



Grown to like this song.

My next album....

would be by this band:

Still Life #01. A picture of seemingly random objects

An ancient, former NTUC COMFORT CAB (currently COMFORT DELGRO).
A Singapore General Elections 2006 poster for the ruling party; People's Action Party.

Sometimes this place is meant to be private

It is a double-edged sword, this blogging business. One of the reason why it exists is that there are people who don't mind sharing a little bit of themselves to the world at large. I believe there is a streak of voyeurism as well as exhibitionism in everyone of use. National heroine Glenda Han (the link to the Young Pap Discussion Forum which compares Glenda to Lily Neo has ceased to exist) Annabelle Chong surely has got high levels of at least exhibitionism. A porn-addict who goes a step further and actually attempts to film his own series of upskirt shots and other amateurama might have an overdose of voyeurism. Voyeurs might pass off as avid bird-watchers or astronomers. Be wary of them. Exhbitionists usually pass themselves off as, well, exhibitionists. There aren't that many activities that require mandatory display of copious amount of flesh. Competitive sun-tanning perhaps.

Random picture of a coconut tree. No reason for it to be here except that I want it to be. So there. Nyeh!

Anyway, so yes, most bloggers are a little bit exhibitionistic and blogders vary in their levels of voyeurism. Some are pure voyeurs. Not many are pure exhibitionists.

There are some times when I just want to rant. Or capture really awe-full (awful) events but details would have allowed some blogders too know immediately who I am talking about. That is not so good.

There are times when I just want to capture something really significant or interesting. But knowing who some of my blogders are, I definitely impose on myself certain guidelines and sadly, practise some form of self-censorship.

Then there are times when my capabilites, or rather, the lack of writing capabilities results in a poorly written entry that no only makes no sense to blogders, it's not mildly funny, it makes no sense to myself a few days down the road. This is starting to become one of those entries.


Random picture of a two dogs. No reason for it to be here except that I want it to be. So there. Nyeh nyeh!

Maybe I should introduce a fictional, non-existent guest blogger. This mysterious blogger, impersonated by myself, will blog about stuff that I can't blog. Like, let's suppose I just ran over a cat while driving on the road. Well, those who know me well enough will realise that I am either lying or potentially broken the law. I don't have a car license. But sometimes I will get the guest blogger to blog about stuff like how I just decided 100% to finish my bond and get out of the current job I am in. Well, there are hazy shades of truth that is blurred by complete lies, half-truths and red-herrings in an entry like that.

So that means I can blog about things like how I really want to write and publish a book before I lose the interest to, I can blog about how I really would like to taste fermented beancurd although it smells like the sewers, I can blog about how I was picked up by a homosexual/reformed lesbian/converted lesbian/girl/lass/gal/guy/guy who mistook me for a gal/gay who mistook me for a gay/lesbian who mistook me for a gal, I can blog about voting for PAP/WP/SDP/SDA/Labour/Liberal Democrats/Conservatives/Green/Independents, I can blog about knowing the whereabouts of Osama, I can blog about how much I want to move out of the house but because I lack the guts, I can blog about why I think being single is really fun, I can blog about why being alone is not natural, I can blog about being in a lifelong partnership with one partner is not natural, I can blog about imaginary movies that were never made and compile imaginary soundtracks for imaginary movies. I can blog about that one night stand that got away, I can blog about that one night I was stood up, I can blog about that one night I couldn't get it to stand, I can blog about that one night stand that didn't get away. I can blog about that one stand night. I can blog about getting married, I can blog about preparing for my wedding, I can blog about attending my wedding, I can blog about going on a honeymoon, I can blog about attending my own funeral, I can blog about actual true-life account of events after my death, I can blog......anything, without fear of the repurcussions.


Random picture of a pots. No reason for it to be here except that I want it to be. So there. Nyeh nyeh! t",t

But I can't.

Threadless Summer Sale!

Okie, I'm probably gonna be buying some more Threadless T-shirts.
Maybe we can consolidate the order.
Just leave a comment and we can take it from there k?

Please do it by Wednesday midnight.
Or if you have my number, just SMS me.

*muacks*