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Mafia
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Listening to Orpheus by Ash
i saw this picture by Franco Zecchin, an Italian photographer. His work is mostly concentrated on the Mafia (which is still very much alive today, mind you). The caption says, "Wide and daughters of a man tied to the Mafia mourns his slaying in Palermo, Italy, Nov 15, 1983"
i fell in love with it immediately, the strength of this wordless black-and-white portrayal is amazingly intense.
rockin' at 9:33 PM
Meet the Barkers
Listening to Blonde and Blonde by Nada Surf
I've been watching too much of reality televsion these days, no thanks to MTV. i must say, after watching "Meet the Barkers" - which is like Newly Weds, just with more tattoos and a couple of mohawks, Travis Barker's kid (Travis, yes drummer from Blink 182) is ADORABLY CUTE. Probably the cutest kid i've ever seen!
In case you havent caught an episode, Landon Barker (above), has a MINI MOHAWK! Just like his dad :)) (i couldnt find a picture of his latest hairstyle, but search mtv.com and i'm sure you'll find one.) There was this episode when Travis brought his son out and they were in the car, Landon all strapped up in the backseat in his babychair. Then Travis turns on the car stereo, and this heavy, hip hop music starts to play with beat like DUM DUM DUM da DUM DUM DUM. The CUTEST thing happens - Landon with his little mohawk starts to bob up and down in his babychair to the beat of the tough, reggae hip hop beat!!! Most definetely the cutest thing i've ever seen. Travis appears to be such a loving father. He randomly picks Landon up and kisses him lots and says "You're the cutest thing ever" at various times of the day. Fairly weird to see that kind of LOVE coming from that skinny tattooed drummer, but heartening all the same :)
rockin' at 8:37 PM
Ash-fied
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Listening to One-Armed-Scissor by At the Drive-In
My mom is so cute. We were at this CD shop and she was looking at the cd players where you can listen to a few albums through the headphones they provide, and she said, "Teach me how to use this! No one here right now so can slowly learn." So me and my sis taught her how to select the album and the track, and she was listening to robbie william's Greatest Hits album very happily." So i was browsing the other stuff then she turned to me and my sis and said VERY LOUDLY, "Do you have this one??" Me and my sis were stunned tio for a few seconds, first time i heard her talk so loud!! Macham in wet market or ordering kopi! Can tell the people within the radius of 5m were looking at us. Then we burst out laughing :):)
Then she decided that she wanted to get the robbie williams album. There was this 3 FOR 49.90 sticker on the album, so my mom immediately went, "OK we have to look for another 2 more!"
i found Meltdown by Ash, also 3 FOR 49.90, so i got really excited. i know, i never saw it on the shelves before - dont ask me where i've been for eons :( Anyway my mom bought it for me! :) And if you really need to know, the last album we got was Coldplay X&Y.. Heard it through once, and sad to say i really didnt take to it. Maybe i need more time, but i never was a die-hard Coldplay fan, and the only reason i got it was cos my mom told me i HAD to get one more cd.
Anyway meanwhile Meltdown has been stuck to my player for the past 2 days. Listen to Orpheus and Won't Be Saved for sampling (sampling theory, ha ha!). Orpheus is MAGNIFICANT. Amazing. Cant stop humming it in my head, cant stop singing along, cant stop dammit playing it immediately when i reach my room. Their album isnt too bad, although a few songs do tend to become indisguishable. But i like that its heavier stuff, a much needed break from my mellowness of OC Soundtracks 2 and 4. Great music to study and do some workouts to. Assssh... Love Ash. Love Tim Wheeler. He is oh so hot. Yumminess.
Tim Wheeler (Yes his shirt says ROCKNROLL MOTHERFUCKER.)
rockin' at 12:23 AM
Thank God for Slingbags
Friday, July 22, 2005
Listening to Feeling Good by Michael Buble
i guess i should count myself lucky that my worst experience on the Singapore public bus transport system so far is only what happened just this afternoon. My friends have had far far worse encounters with the most despicable and contemptible of the horny old man.
i take 970 from 6th avenue back home everday, today was no different. i usually put my slingbag beside me, until someone has to sit beside me (unless some frail old lady or mom with kids or whatever come up - then any sane considerable person should offer a seat). Because of course, i like my own space. And i dont see why an abled bodied person should plonk themselves next to me when theres and empty seat right behind us. (Wheres your damn sense of personal space?!) So today was no different. i got a nice place next to the window with my bag beside me, and at this particular busstop this old guy came on. He's not old old, not like 80 year old with legs that could shatter at the point where different directions of slight pressure are applied simultaneously. No. Anyway he irritated me first of all by sitting down beside me (theres an empty seat next to another lady right IN FRONT of me, and the long row of empty seats BEHIND.) WHY ME, why make me pek-cheked and move my heavy bag?! Anyway since he plonked his heavy ass on the seat already, i just made room for him (a bit unhappily). Then he got more irritating. He was doing that shifty-move-your-body-weight-around-the-seat thing, so not wanting to touch him i leaaaaned way toward the window. Then he had this apparent lack-of-leg-room dilemma, so he HAD to again plonk his gross leg onto my leg room area. REMINDER, i'm cornered against the window, and he has all that roomy roomy space along the aisles which, wow by all signs of luck, are completely empty! URGH. What next you wonder? The ever-so sly arm rubbing (in my direction) and shifting and more shifting. OH GAWD CAN THE BUS MOVE ANY SLOWER?! Of course being me, i tend to know how to put on that "dont you fucking dare mess with me" squinched up face, and i also cleverly hugged my lovely slingbag on my lap.
Was i making a big deal out of nothing? Honestly, no no. Girls reading this, you know you have that wonky 6th sense that help you detect when things are amiss sometimes? Like, you know when a guy is checking you out even though he's ten feet away and not in your direction of sight; or when some freako shit nerd is secretly taking your photos during lectures (have i written this story already? i think so); or when some loser is trying to get with ya - hoping to be able to somehow nab your handphone number or (un)luckily get you to "hang out" with him. Yes girls, your 6th sense is SO essential in your own protection. Always trust it.
My 6th sense didnt fail me today, because the last part of my urgh ride was the worst. So my stop was coming up, i hit the bell and got my bag ready. Hello mr obvious-i'm-getting-off-at-this-stop right? Well our friend decided to make it as DIFFICULT for me to get off, fuck i really got pissed. You know that i'm not exactly the biggest sized person around, and for me to move off from the inner seat to the aisle was never a problem (heck i hardly touch anyone when i do move across), so when i found it quite a squeeze i knew my dear 6th sense didnt fail me. i used my darling slingbag to act as a shield between myself and that asshole, and it pissed me off that he was still bent on making things difficult - he had his hands against my bag; and i had to sucked up and pushed past his gross legs. Grossed out and fucking pissed, that was my mood. But thank God for slingbags.
rockin' at 7:03 PM
6 lousy weeks
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Listening to 2+2=5 by Radiohead
SIX WEEKS TO PRELIMS. Fuck lah and with my DOO grades which i ACTUALLY STUDIED for i am starting to have serious doubts about my capability. Argh... i dunno man, i really dunno. No excuse leh, and i'm not going to give any because i'll just be kidding myself. Honestly, no reason for such lousy damn grades. At least all should pass!! At least! But 6 weeks to the prelims and i'm still failing.. What the hell lah.
What the hell.
rockin' at 1:15 AM
"I see everything twice!"
Sunday, July 10, 2005
"And dont tell me God works in mysterious ways," Yossarian continued, hurtling on over her objection. "Theres nothing so mysterious about it. He's not working at all. He's playing. Or else He's forgotten all about us. That's the kind of God you people talk about - a country bumpkin, a clumsy, bungling, brainless, conceited, uncouth hayseed. Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds its necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of creation? What in the world was running through that warped, evil, scatalogical mind of His when He robbed old people of the power to control their bowel movements? Why in the world did He ever create pain?"
"Pain?" Lieutenant Scheisskopf's wife pounced upon the word victoriously. "Pain is a useful sympton. Pain is a warning to us of bodily dangers."
"And who created the dangers?" Yossarian demanded. He laughed caustically. "Oh, He was really being charitable to us when He gave us pain! Why couldnt He have used a doorbell instead to notify us, or one of His celestial choirs? Or a system of blue-and-red neon tubes right in the middle of each person's forehead. Any jukebox manufacturer worth his salt could have done that. Why couldnt He?"
-Heller, Catch-22
Absoutely cynically funny, i just keep loving this book even more. i really think Catch-22 is one of my most favourite books i've ever read, if not for the extraordinary use of the english language, then more for the sheer frequency of witty, satorical marks throughout the entire book.
Justin was reading The Time Traveller's Wife, so i asked to look at the book cos he was saying it was incredibly absorbing and he really loved it alot. i turned to the back where they have all their bestest comments and reviews by top magazines and newspapers and famous peoples, and there was this review that began like this.. "Wonky, blah blah blah.." i COULDNT continue reading the review, that word just got stuck in my head. Wonky wonky wonky. Ha, ha ha! Cute review. i just searched dictionary.com for the definition, and it says:
won·ky
adj. Chiefly British won·ki·er, won·ki·est
- Shaky; feeble.
- Wrong; awry.
/wong'kee/ adj. [from Australian slang] Yet another
approximate synonym for broken. Specifically connotes a
malfunction that produces behavior seen as crazy, humorous, or
amusingly perverse. "That was the day the printer's font logic went
wonky and everybody's listings came out in Tengwar." Also in
`wonked out'. See funky, demented, bozotic.
So i guess it means funny. To some extent. Ah well reviewers seems to be experiencing a dry spell for coming up with exceptional reviews which stand out from their competitors (if they are competitive).
Anyway i got a 30/50 for my gp essay. i did the question, "Freedom or Safety, which is more important?" My expressions suck. i couldnt get my point clearly enough across, i got 18 for content, which is okaaay. Not very good. i need to work on getting my points more clearer, precise and basically understandable. Thats my weakness, that and my language. Keep getting a 12 which is average. i think its good that i'm in a gp class thats so competitive, it makes me wanna really work harder for the next essay and really learn from those who got 40/50 (like a particular guy called Yazeed). This is a step by step kind of learning process. I've finetuned my points to be more 3 dimensional so now its to work on the expressions. i actually like gp, perhaps i really do belong in nj.
rockin' at 11:07 AM
tennis lessons
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Listening to Dice by Finley Quaye
Today we played tennis for pe lesson. Me and siewee were trying to play a proper game but regina and jiahwa were rubbishing around (as usual).. So when alot of balls went out of the court (naturally), regina went outside to pick them as were continued playing. Then regina called out to us from outside and said that she was going to throw the balls over, and we were like, "okay sure". So she threw the balls one by one over, until she got to the last one.
I'm not sure if it was the late morning sun in her face or the sheer fatigue you get from playing jc pe level tennis (which can be very intense), but as regina drew her arm back and aimed with utmost concentration and determination etched on her face, and released the ball as she swung her arm forward with the trace of her netball skills laced in the throw, the ball flew magnificently... And hit the top bar of the tennis court fence, bounced back and hit her straight in the face.
WE LAUGHED LIKE FUCK. Tak boleh lah that woman damn funny.
Anyway today was quite rubbish. Really dont know i come school for what... Since i missed my bus in the morning, i came to school 20mins late, and missed chemisty lecture. Neh mind. So as i was doing my gp homework, there came this announcement that called everyone to assemble at the parade square. i think quite innovative, they call everyone out of lesson for this emergency drill that must have been inspired by today's terrorist bomb attacks in London. Anyway it took everyone damn long to assemble, and jiahwa even called me to make sure that i was coming. They said they were afraid that i kena attacked or kidnapped, and that my last words to them were, "pe rocks my ass" (that was in my last sms to regina). Anyway they bullied me in assembly. i was ENTERTAINING our new ct teacher who took our attendance, nothing else!! Somemore is he come and talk to me one kay, and still can chit chat about how fun chemisty is (which of course i wholeheartedly agreed with him). i could feel my friends giving me that "there she goes again" look when i was having my conversation.. Sigh. They very bad. Always think i got ulterior motive. Got who lah, that malay canteen cleaner, security guard uncle william, aaron lah then this ct teacher... Whole day claim i keep flirting. But neh mind, i never flirt as much as siewee with construction workers (who are now abundant in our school), or teachers and older men with jiahwa. Regina just flirts with anything that moves la.
Anyway me and jiahwa now got new target. Mr Wong left for YJC (sob), so our new combined target is a certain soccer player who is playing in harland's team (and cos he's playing their team sure win one). i think haircuts give people a new lease of life and a different image, and in this case a very nice one. OH and shanna stop making fun of my nj guys. i'm very protective one leh. And i know you keep looking at guy's asses one lor not shy one you still can comment say my nj guys very hot and their pants tight tight one. YOU NOT SHY LOR !
rockin' at 9:25 PM
i heart washing machine
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Listening to Where is My Mind by The Pixies
OMFG I LOVE MY WASHING MACHINE SO MUCH.
OMFG I LOVE MY WASHING MACHINE SO MUCH.
OMFG I LOVE MY WASHING MACHINE SO MUCH.
OMFG I LOVE MY WASHING MACHINE SO MUCH.
OMFG I LOVE MY WASHING MACHINE SO MUCH.
It had my life in its hands, i tell you. If it had any hands. But thats not the point. OMG I WAS SO SCARED!! i really didnt know what i was thinking (or not thinking AT ALL) by starting the washing machine without taking out the HOSE TO DRAIN WATER or even PUTTING IN THE SOAP. FUCK FUCK FUCK WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MIND. THEN IT STARTED SCREAMING AFTER 30MINS. THE MACHINE SCREAMED FOR HELP. My sis helped me to desufforcate it from all the water and then start it all over again. There was this 30 second interval from when we tried to revive it and started up the machine, where it was just silent. It just sat there not saying a word and just did nothing. THAT WAS THE FUCKING MOST SCARY 30 SECONDS OF MY LIFE. i just kept praying please please please start or i'm gonna die. Really die.
THANK GOD IT STARTED.
This must have been the highest adrenaline rush i have ever had for this entire year. My mom is scary.
THANK GOD IT STARTED.
rockin' at 10:35 PM
The long and short of it
Monday, July 04, 2005
Listening to Cater to You by Destiny's Child
Whats with long hair and short hair. When i decided to go cut my hair, i never thought it would come up to such a deal. Its just hair. i think long hair tends to give people that kinda girly impression. Like OMG i'm so sweet that they wont let me near diabetics. Or something like that. Anyway i'm just thinking that Stefni is a short haired character, and that 2 year stint was just for experimenting. i was always the one who enjoys experimenting. But anyhow i got bored with that experiement. i think whats the thing is that alot of my jc friends dont see that other side of me, the side where we go unglam in public because thats the most comfortable. Or how when we take pictures our faces never seem to be normal poses, they always end up being disgustingly exaggerated of stupidly retarded. Ha, ha! So applying this to the long and short of things, its like how they dont expect the short of it. Get it? No? Its alright.
Anyhow i feel so much more comfortable with my new 'do. Long hair is simply too much of a hassel. And who cares if boys prefer long. They aint paying for the shampoo or speding the time involved in haircare or putting up with the scoldings my mom give me whenever she mops the floor cos of them fallen comrades.
On another note, i came across this cute post by some Brit who goes by the name of Me and the Moon Car in a particular forum i visit:
"Say wouldn't it be great if people were born with a north maget in their top lip and a south magnet in their bottom lip and the only way they'd ever come apart is when you kiss someone? But then nobody would ever eat :("
rockin' at 12:15 PM
Wimbledon Finals
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Listening to Oh No by Nada Surf
Wimbledon finals tonight! Roger Federer against Andy Roddick. Of course i'm rooting for my dear Federer that hottie ;) Watch tonight on ESPN!
Federer
rockin' at 7:05 PM
music is life
Friday, July 01, 2005
Listening to Told You So by The Freestylers
Theres this Heineken Music concert, its called Elevation: 280. Check it out here. The music sounds really good actually, cant say i'm not tempted.
Wanting something you cant get must be most incredibly horrible feeling of self defeat. It is the embodiement of your inadequecy, your lack of ability to achieve or get something. I've just finished reading the 48 laws of power, and it touched on this issue. Their proposed remedy is to act like you never wanted it in the first place. It eliminates you from the association of the failure of unachievement, and you retain your power. People wont look at you and pity you, people wont look at you and think that you never deserved it in the first place. People wont look at you and see desperation, regret and loss. How insecure must you be to have to resort to such tactics? i dont see it as a form of weakness, no. In fact, the actual act of trying to achieve something far greater demands my respect. That you are willing to fail must be one of the most impressive, confident traits you can ever have.
i was out studying with Harland yesterday, and we got onto discussing confidence and attraction. You dont have to be drop dead gorgeous, you dont have to drive around in a snazzy new bmw. The air of confidence that hits you when you meet someone can be intoxicating. No, its not the words he says. Its not the bling on his wrists. You cant simply pin-point the source of his extreme ease with himself. Thats confidence. And that has a way of infatuating girls senseless. Believe me, i know. Why, you ask? Why not? Being around someone who is so comfortable in their own skin, exuding a strong sense of self and knowledge of who he is and what he wants, someone so sure of himself. Who wouldnt want to be vaguely like that? Intoxicating. And to be unafraid of failure or rejection.. Thats like a whole different level from normal human behaviour.
Anyway i'm going out with shanna tomorrow. Cant wait!
rockin' at 12:43 AM
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