Friday, September 29, 2006

Good Week Part One


It's been a good, sombre and perspective-realigning week or so.

Monday started out like it always starts out after you work on a Sunday - grumpy.

I wandered around Chinatown before finally stumbling into the Buddhist clinic, trying my best to keep my head down to avoid unnecessary eye contact (and thus conversation) with these volunteers who had so much goodwill and charitable intent radiating from their pores I could literally feel it.

Ok, I lie. At that point I was an evil being with a core of ice and there was no way any positivity could have made it through me.

I find it faintly ironic that it was not a bunch of happy sunshine volunteers who eventually turned my Monday around, but a grumpy old man with arthritis (see above).

Said man did a stint as a karang guni for a bit, which explains the.. treasure trove his house had become :


That's half. I did not and could noat enter the kitchen side. Its organised chaos at its best. It looks terrible, but the dude made it work. He's not some crazy hoarder.

But a grump he is. There were no Thank Yous, no helpless silent pleading done with the eyes, no apologies for making 20 people turn up to help him clear out his stuff. I really quite liked him. (He's a virgo, I checked) As far as he was concerned, he was doing us a favour by letting us intrude upon his space.

And I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I don't understand why people talk to the elderly like they are retarded. Its bound to make me grumpy if I were old but otherwise perfectly fine and you talk to me like I'm stupid. Maybe its because they are trying to be extra nice.

There are more stories I want to tell. An air steward who can no longer feed himself, a place full of dying people and an Uncle who pleaded with me in Teochew to "Please, remember to talk more dialect.

Tomorrow, tomorrow. Tired now, but feeling more alive than I've had in weeks.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006


I forgot his name. It got lost in the translation. I keep thinking its Sakura.


Sunday, September 24, 2006

Word of the Day

1. Astronomy. the point on the celestial sphere directly beneath a given position or observer and diametrically opposite the zenith.
2. Astrology. the point of a horoscope opposite the midheaven: the cusp of the fourth house.

3. The lowest point; point of greatest adversity or despair.

Just look at what I'm learning from reading trashy blogs! And all this while I thought it was the name of a girl I didn't know.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Marlene on the Wall


Have typed and deleted several regret-in-the-morning posts. Shall just shut up today.

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

(Trans-Pacific Stupidness) says: when u back

pH- in USA... says: 8 oct in singapore says: woooo so fast!

pH- in USA... says: siao.... 5 months le lor says: is still fast lah. u look different or not

pH- in USA... says: yah... i got mohawk now says: haHAHAHAHa. is it green color

pH- in USA... says: rainbow

pH- in USA... says: and got tattoo all over too.... says: coolios

pH- in USA... says: right hand is "save dafur".... left hand is "why give a fuck"

I still can't stand you but no one does Singlish better than you lah.

Monday, September 18, 2006

A Lacuna Project

They say that lost memories can be triggered when you see, hear or smell something which your brain remembers even if your mind doesn't.

And on this lazy afternoon when I have a couple of hours to kill before the working day starts, a combination of all three threw me back a year or so.

Not really the oops-take-a-step-back kinda throw, but more of a judo-slam-into-the-parquet-floor variety.

But yeah, an empty house to myself, the smell of afternoon rain, brown-coloured bedsheets with the light falling on it at just the right angle, still clad in pyjamas, the feeling of not having anything to do at all for the moment. Then the right Heather Nova song comes on the the key turns in the lock and everything becomes too too familiar.

I remember being particularly intrigued by the topic of synthetic/implanted memories in school. There's a proper term for it... but it eludes me at the moment.

Haha where's Lacuna when you need 'em.

The Last Thing I Saw

The Last Thing You'll See

Ok, not the last thing. But in a perfect world where the size of one's claws mattered it would be. Cat gets defensive propotionally to altitude. Its puzzling.

Nothing's much been happening. Am not involved with the whole IMF ruckus, and based on what I hear its as if a whole new country has sprung up in the Suntec area, what with the gates and barricades and detours and happy shiny people.

And oh!!!


I met the Fourth Taxidriver to give me blank stares in response to the direction "Esplanade, please" only to "AHhhh" "Ohhhhh" in that "Why didn't you just say so earlier" tone when I sigh in resignation and say in mandarin "The Two Big Durains".

Kid you not, I don't!

And oh, I took more pointless voiddeck photos.

Toys For Them


Gates of Safety

This last one made me laugh like crazy. Well ok, laugh inwardly so as to not really appear too crazy. Its like the toll booth on the yellow brick road. Or something. Someone REALLY doesn't want too fat people to get to their estate. (Its really really narrow. I had to put my bag behind me to sidle through.)

I met Grumpy Cleaner Lady today. Hadn't seen her around at work lately, I figured she got transferred to another floor. Turns out that she got fired. She says that someone had called the security office and complained. She doesn't know (or doesn't want to say) why, but she's pretty Grumpy about it.

I would never ever want to be the cause of someone losing his or her job. That ranks right up there on the List of Unnecessary Evils alongside 1. Telling Boyfriend that Ex was Better in Bed and 2. Telling Smiling Bride her Wedding Gown Makes Her Look Fat.

Why would you do it? Other than the obvious reasons like stealing, assault and battary, murder and casting of hexes - why would you want to make someone lose his or her job?

I can never understand the vast numbers of people who write letters, make phonecalls, send emails to the Forum just to make a point that they are NOT HAPPY with somebody's inadequete service.

Sure, it makes great fodder for dinner gossip/ranting. But to actually take the proactive step to deprive that person of a living?

I don't get it.

Grumpy Cleaner Lady is still cleaning, but now at a Toa Payoh noodle shop. As she scrapped the scraps (haha) into the bin she muttered in Mandarin, "Got time come back and visit, ah."

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Light Play

: I really like being around him, you know? And I think he cares about me. But... I just feel like something's missing.
Willow: He's not making you miserable?
Buffy: Exactly. Riley seems so solid. Like he wouldn't cause me heartache.
Willow: Get out. Get out while there's still time.

(S4E3 Something Blue)

Spotlight Whore

Pretty lights make psychedelic Jess happy. I want to sit behind the console and bury people's faces in shadows all day.


This is post-tequila ranting.

Despite my efforts to remain a non-groupie, I find myself continuing to gravitate towards locations populated by familiar people and sights.

I'm not too sure why this is the case, I am but surely a subscriber to the whole "variety is the spice etc" routine. However, I've reasoned it to be - I want to be happy when I chill out, and not have to make any sort of efforts at making new friends and acquaintances. The whole "hi how are you what's your name what do you do ah i see" routine is much too tiring after working hours.

So Fendi (as seen above) has found himself a loyal stalker. Aside from the good money he pays me to take pictures, I completely recommend him if you are looking for a soul/jazz/funk fusion. Think classic fusion of Michael Jackson/EarthWindFire/Stevie Wonder/J. Timberlake/George Benson/Maxwell/Billy Mann.

So this is what I am used to. This is what my mind instantly reacts to, instantly relaxes to.

It feels like a much "older" lifestyle than what I should be indulging in. Of course, I don't feel too young, but this is the apparent consensus amongst the known masses.

But seriously dudes, I am tired of reacting to reactions to my age. If 22 frightens you, I'll say 27, although I don't see the difference. I am tired of hearing the You're So Young I'm So Old speech. I am tired of eye-rolling and the This-Is-Before-Your-Time-How-Come-You-Know-This-Song questions. If I don't ask why you listen to J. Timberlake, don't ask why I know EWF.

Before my time, before my time. What time is that exactly?

So I trudged down to a younger place today. Britpop instead of Americansoulfunk. Undergrads instead of working adults. Graffiti instead of Decor on walls.

What difference did it make? None whatsoever.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

I clapped a Miyazaki soot ball between my hands and it scattered into a thousand more and filled the ceiling. Kitty was not amused. There's no focus in my attack!!!

I love those soot balls.

Please, Just Hurry Up and Die.

That's my mom's current wish upon

this dude. Its Seulpeun Yeonga fever in my house, and my mom wants someone to die so the series will end and she (and the rest of us) can resume normality.

I'm betting that its the Blind-Girl-Who-Regains-Sight who will get tragically knocked down by a car driven by her long-dead mother while she's fleeing towards the Fountain Of Eternal Love. Dad has his bet on the Spoilt-Rich-Brat-Who-Finds-True-Love-And-Earns-Scorn-Of-Family-And-Himself. We all agree it'd be suicide though.

This show does not bring out the best in my family.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Heartstrings in a Tube

Had the good luck of someone else's bad luck and got to watch Singapore Dreaming before it hits theatres tomorrow.

I much prefer the Mandarin title, for some reason.

I'm not much of a movie reviewer, and I don't want to spoil the movie for the rest of ya... so well, just go watch it. I think you all will, anyway.

Lim Yu Beng's yummy.

And 'Fuck' was uttered once in the movie. Slightly surprising considering the large number of kiddos in the cinema. Ah.. they've to learn sometime.

If I ever have kids, I'm fairly certain I'll be the one to (accidentally) expose them to That Word first. Either me, or the TV.

Just one day after my ranting on crazy women in love with Korean Hunks, I came home to see Mom settling down in front of the TV at an unprecedented time of 1 am with a set of VCDs her colleague had lent her.

"Very exciting lah. Quite addictive."

The curse of Kwong Sang Woo has hit the house.

"So, do you even know what's his name in the show?"
"Er.... Something-Ying lah. Dunnowhat-Ying."
"And there's a blind girl. Why is there always a blind girl? I bet they'll meet and fall in love."
"Oh they've lovers already. Kenna separated."

The show comes on, and already the pretty boy is getting bashed up by a bunch of evil men. His clothes may be muddied, and traces of blood outlines his mouth - but his skin is still soft and ohsosmooth.

"Oh no.. Don't tell me the stepmother ran away with the money..."
"Oh the father got arrested ah?"
"Ya lah, the mother died already."

Soap Operas are in a class of their own. 30 minutes of heart-warming tragedy, right in the comfort of your own home.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Vague Disclaimers are Nobody's Friend

Was inspired to re-rent Buffy after realising how much I miss Joss Whedon's dialogue when I (finally) watched Serenity.

Sure, the mid-fighting one-liner quips and puns are not the classiest acts around, but I guess I love it for that.

Oh Buffy, I want every single coat and pair of boots you wear in the show.

I first watched the show when I was in Secondary Two, sitting in front of the TV every Tuesday night five minutes before it started and shooing my dad away from the remote control. I'd get goosebumps just waiting. Even when watching the DVD, I don't bother to fast-forward during the intro sequence at the beginning because I love that damn theme song.

I wonder what happened to Seth Green - one of the earlier celebrity crush (I''m sorry, Backstreet Boys do not count) before Johnny Depp came along and wiped off all competition on the planet.

Went to shoot a meet-the-fans session for some actor dude from Korea. While waiting for His Majesty to show, I simply couldn't shake off this creepy feeling that made me want to run and cower and hide. I think it was the presence of more than 1,000 IMH-worthy women.

Celebrity crushes are fun and fine and all that, I've collected a fair number of posters in the past and I think i'd probably be willing to fork out $160 to see Johnny Boy. However, the creep-factor is when a large number of like-minded women converge in a single location, and some sort of freakazoid twilight zone of love is created. If I'd uttered a blashphemy ("His skin where got smooth, so ugly!") they'd have bashed my head in with their posters and flowers and offered my lifeless body as a sacrifice.

Ok scrap that, they'd offer their own lifeless body as a sacrifice to him.

During the painfully-fake Q&A session, the host asked him what his ideal girl should be like. He'd be uttering politically-correct statements so far so I was expecting the usual "its what's inside that counts" statements.

But instead, he said that she should be "feminine". And have a good complexion.

"Can she be fat?"

I held my breath. I wanted to yell "TELL THE TRUTH YOU BASTARD!!! Tell half the room they don't stand a chance!"

He put on an apologetic look, and slowly shook his head. For the first time, the room didn't oohh and aaahh at his reply.

The host tried to rescue the situation, but I think the damage was done.

I thought it was bloody hilarious.