Monday, May 30, 2005
And check out this interesting acapella performance - Nintendo themes, with choreo! Heh.
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Sunday, May 29, 2005
Nice shop space, shelves need a bit of filling up ;) But yeah, it's pretty cool... nice place to hang out, haha.
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
Enetation home says they moved the server, hence the down time. Ah well, can wait. Or I might move to HaloScan next month.
And a shoutout to all choristers who don't check your email (and yet have the time to check blogs... -_-#), Madagascar on Monday @ Cineleisure, 9.10pm. Tell me if you're interested by Saturday.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2005
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
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Monday, May 23, 2005
All the feminists are going to kill me for this, but sometimes I think Singaporean guys really have it bad. They have to spend 2 years of their life in army, just because technically guys are built to be stronger than girls. Then they get criticised for complaining about army, and talking about army all the time, and everyone says they are wusses for doing that.
I mean, duh. They were forced to spend 2 years of their life there, what else do you expect them to talk about? When you're in school, you talk about school; so when you're in army you talk about army lar! And its a national hobby to complain anyway... don't see why girls complaining about immature guys is any better than guys complaining about army.
And what exactly is the definition of "maturity" anyway? Accepting all the shit that happens as their lot in life? Dealing with it, and not complaining, like obedient little pups? Or doing things like washing your own clothes and cooking, and inconsequential little things like that? World poverty, pollution and environmental degradation, intellectual ennui, finding the meaning of life - I don't know about you, but making the bed is pretty low down on my list too.
Besides the average Singaporean guy has a lot on his plate - they're supposed to be sensitive and caring, yet they're supposed to be macho and tough. A bit hard to reconcile the two don't you think? Unless you're like, schizophrenic.
And why is it that guys are expected to make the decisions anyway? They're expected to be the ones to chase the girl, expected to open doors for girls, provide for the family if only one person is working, yada yada blah blah. Slaves to stereotype. If you want to have equality of the sexes (which I personally believe is impossible), then you better deal with the equality in everything.
Look, I'm not saying that the guys have a right to complain. They don't have it worse than the girls, we just each have our own kettle of fish to deal with. But what I'm saying is that the girls aren't exactly in the best position to complain about the guys either - pot, kettle, black. I always thought if someone wasn't happy about something in the world, the answer was to stand up and make a difference, start a change. Not sit there and complain and wait for the difference to just conveniently happen. Girls, if the guys ain't making the decisions, then you better be the ones who start making them.
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Sunday, May 22, 2005
"Oh god, I love you still, and that's the torment of it. But who will care for me - my love, my dark angel - when you are gone?"Claudia, 'Interview With The Vampire'
Ok, so I'm obsessive and have watched this movie far too many times. Don't understand why they say Anne Rice didn't like it, it seems far better than any of the film incarnations of her work she actually approved of. Ok, so Armand's age is completely wrong (he's supposed to be 14, not 40). Or maybe she was just unhappy that Brad Pitt was too pretty as Louis and outshone her precious Lestat.
Conclusion: someone who can write a kickass book might not be able to come up with a kickass movie.
There's a shelf of reference books over at Woodlands Library that are actually academic criticisms of Anne Rice. Must drag myself over there some day to devour said books.
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
Some names not to give your children:
Gabriellite - The name I saw on the tag of one school kid on the MRT, the name that started this diatribe. Firstly, it sounds an awful lot like "granite". And what is it supposed to mean? "Gabriel", now with 30% less sugar?!
Romeo, Prince, Elvis etc - Poor kid.
Place names - Like Brooklyn. Why not Manhattan? Liverpool? Milan? Which makes me wonder - I bet Hilton has a chain in Paris, so basically lots of men could claim that they'd been in Paris Hilton. Repeatedly.
Calbert - Like what happens after Calvin grows up and becomes Dilbert's colleague. Or maybe it was some bastardisation of "Calbhach", which means 'bald' in Irish Gaelic?
Chew Shit Fun - The parents must have pissed off the nurse at the birth cert counter.
Kayu - I had a schoolmate with this name. The Bengs in my class took great delight asking him to referee soccer matches.
Kok Buang - So the guy is both kok and buang?
Names that substitue 'i' with 'y' - The worst being those with multiple 'i's, which then becomes "Nyccy" or "Jymmye". It's not the 13th Century, stop spelling like Chaucer.
Elliot - It's a lovely name, I have a cousin with that name. (It's actually the medieval variation of Elijah). Unfortunately, in Singapore, everybody's going to mispronounce it as "idiot".
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Actually yeah, I covered my eyes mostly at the ick factor parts more than anything, it was kinda gross. The most emotional involvement it managed to get out of me was for the dog (who cares about the humans, pttf).
Madagascar looks good though, starts showing 27th May. Cartoon about zoo animals reintroduced to the crazy wilderness, the trailer is totally funny already. Anybody up for it? =D
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Friday, May 13, 2005
In other news, check out yongfook.com's attempt at PodCasting. His co-host is immediately identifiable as being Singaporean. And also immediately gives Singaporeans a bad name by being giggly, kinda boring, and being unable to identify a Monty Python reference even if it danced naked in front of her. *sigh* Also an illustration of how Singaporeans spell like the Brits but speak like the Americans, with a dash of Singlish (even though we're not aware of it). People, the English fucking invented English. So speak like them, not the sodding Americans.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Saw the email about subject registration. NOOooooo! I don't want to go through another round of fastest-fingers-first! *weeps* Wonder if the fact that I'm specialising next year will mean there'll be lesser people fighting for the places in class. Probably not *sigh*
Division Head says the intersem I signed up for is going to be like a trial FYP. And it'll be a FYP where I'll get to go to a place that, in Allen's words, is a vision of post-Godzilla Tokyo. Oh, the joy. Maybe I'm sado-masochistic.
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Sunday, May 08, 2005
At this point the choir is probably starting to sound like it bears a freaky resemblance to a mafia organisation. Well, if you thought The Sopranos were scary, I think our sopranos are actually the sanest of the four sections... *flees from people who are going to kill me for that bout of lameness*
Stayed over at Loong's place with a few others... I've never laughed so hard continuously for at least 4+ hours. I think insanity is contagious (as you can see, I haven't quite recovered yet). By 1am we were in various states of psychosis, delirium and hysteria - and we didn't even have to drink coke. Scary, yar? =P
And an announcement to my lovely fellow choristers: I think it's that time of year again... choir movie outings! Look out for me jio-ing all of you for movies via yahoo!groups and MSN (people who already have the pirated dvds feel free to offer to share so we can pile at someone's house and watch also can... =P)
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Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Dobby does not like this continual cycle of being freed, then being enslaved again. Dobby wishes to be free forever!
Dobby thinks Leprechaun Socks are not amusing at all.
Dobby shivers to think of freedom. A House-elf is not supposed to be asking to be paid! But more than being paid, Dobby wants to be free, free from the bad masters who give the vanishing socks for a joke. 'Tis enough to make a House-elf want to get drunk on butterbeer, it is!
Dobby wishes the bad master would go away.
Oh no! What a terrible thing to say! Bad Dobby! *bang bang bang bang bang* Bad Dobby! *bang bang bang bang bang*
[This programme has been censored due to the graphic nature of its contents. We apologise for any psychological trauma caused, but would like to remind disgruntled viewers to shut their ears in the oven.
The programme will resume when the writer's sanity comes back from lunch, which is never. Thank you.]
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