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Monday, October 27, 2008

exit music (for a film)

hey

if you are waiting for the "highly anticipated" third installment of the high school musical "saga", you, my friend, are a prick. you probably started watching it because it was on Disney during lunchtime, but NOW you're just watching it for zac efron's chizelled body (which i suspect he got from a certain unsuspecting airbrush). oh don't start acting all coy NOW, ladies and some gents who like it up the back door. just admit that you're a victim of media superficiality and get on with life. im sure you'll toss that life-sized poster of vanessa hudgens and zac efron locked in an embrace while gazing at a 45 degree angle at god knows what eventually. oh and don't forget that oh so lovable doe eyed twinkled gaze, again, at god knows what. i think you can probably guess where im coming from when i list these films. high school musical (and the 4 billion 12 year old girls with absolutely no life screaming away fanatically) induces anger and thoughts of killing myself. i swear that zac efron is really asking for a castration. and ONE DAY he's going to get what's coming to him. oh yeah, you twats probably just looooove the jenny's brothers too. or was it joey's brothers...hmm... what a conundrum...

now we all know that movies were the building blocks of popular culture. without Monroe, there wouldn't be Manson. without Hepburn, there wouldn't be Hewitt. the list goes on...but i just can't think of anymore that alliterate nor has a ring. however, with the recently expanding movie industry, a stream of movies made for white trash is creeping into theatres. while this may be america's way of flaunting their democracy, but some of these movies really deserve to be shoved back up hollywood's (alternatively disney's) rear end. *cough cough* high school musical *cough cough*

come now, im not a mean little bitch (oi! stop snickering). the independent film industry is growing and it has managed to eject out some really good films. if only it would grow fast enough to engulf hollywood completely. hollywood would finally become hollygood. no? too corny? bah...! let us now begin, drum roll please... here are 5 films that will grind your mind (shit, im doing it again aren't i? bah bah!) Be forewarned, spoilers ahead!

5) the passion of the christ

if you have a weak mind that has even the remotest inclinations towards christianity, i beg you. please don't watch it. the world's population is already swarming with them, we don't actually want MORE. alas, i have to conclude that this is one fine film. it wouldn't be on the list otherwise arsewipes. i have to conclude, mel gibson is one bloody good director (actor...not so much. director...hubba hubba hello).

well, as the name suggests it chronicles the last few hours of jesus and shit (i feel compelled to add in a profanity for some twisted and warped reason that does not permit me to associate jesus with anything good). now since i myself have watched the film and did my research on trusty wikipedia, i would know that the movie was in hebrew (jew language), latin and aramaic. and holy shit, am i a sucker for foreign language films. for some reason foreign language films make everything sound a little more exotic and well... pretentious. and we all know, the world loves loves loves pretentious. it was, no doubt, a huge success in the box office even though it had no sponsors except mel gibson (im being sarcastic here). it was rated R and some countries even censored it. now one can only expect this to happen since there was anti-Semitism and violence toward JESUS in it.i think some of you might be wondering, did this bitch really like the film or not?? well, it may not seem like it, but YES this anti-god did like it, albeit a little grudgingly. some of you may be going, "well well well, looks whose finally come around..." aha! that's where you're wrong, i said ii liked the film, but it was purely on a fictional basis. i mean jesus was portrayed as such a calm likable sort of lad. who wouldn't weep when his skin gets torn off his body? who wouldn't go soft when his mum nostalgically rushes over to her sun as she once did when toddler jesus one fell? come on!! right...what im trying to say is that the movie was excellent, thanks to the biased script (the bible) and the devout catholic director (mel, darling, we love you, but you love jesus too much.)

would i watch it again? no, not really. christians might. but after you know what's going to happen, it sort of loses its edge. doesn't really make you cry for jesus anymore. what i would catch is if, mr-hot-bod james caviezel (guy who played jesus. i know, sick! but if you watched the movie, jesus in a loincloth would turn even the staunchest of anti-christs on, let alone chirstians. hell, it could even turn anti-christs into believers!! not me though. hmph.) acted in something else. one bloody good actor (if one was to play a clinically insane guy), i say. he acted in 'count of monte christo' as well, by the way. but, one can only imagine what sort of prick he has to be to play jesus so convincingly. but first, imagine how much fame and money he must have gotten for playing JESUS?! helloooo armani, good bye loincloth!

4) now let’s move on with the countdown with #4 garden state.

right, after a story about jesus, what could possibly beat that right? well, for us non-religious pricks, our movie range does extend a little further that those who are, in fact, religious pricks. yeah, i should probably stop here with christianity jabs. i apologise to everyone (except to the christians. okay okay. it ends NOW.)

garden state is an independent film. come on, you must have known by now that it’s going to be a movie list for independent films? it has scrubs lead actor, zach braff starring in it. believe it or not, he voiced over a disney animated film (chicken little) and still managed to be a decent actor. he's not hugh jackman and he's got a typical jew boy face, but playing 20-something year old broody guys that haven't managed to get past the final stage of puberty seems to be this guy's forte. he acted in the other independent film(low budget, crappily directed films also seems to be his thing) 'the last kiss' of the same genre but what helped garden state garner the extra points was the sound track...and well...natalie portman.the whole story follows a typical indie film plot line. manboy depressed. manboy loses parent. manboy attends funeral. manboy reconnects with non-deceased parent. manboy grows up and fucks natalie portman along the way. what set the film above its counterparts is actually the acting. who doesn't love "the ugly guy" protagonist baring his soul? the audience just laps it laps up. now i didn't cry like i did for christ, but it did move me. and let me tell you guys, im a mountain (figuratively speaking bitch) in this area particularly. the acting and the wittiness of the scripts coupled with the relatability of the film really rolled in the greens for this indie flick.

now the soundtrack, as beta mentioned, is the BOMB. featuring lovely tracks like frou frou's let go and the shins' new slang, hell, the movie has even won an award for it. hmm, imagine that...they give awards out for featuring songs that other people have sung. well, since they have such awards, i think it’s almost alright that it went to garden state. a little fun fact: zach braff chose the songs himself.while i don't think im ever going to regard braff as anything more that a B-list actor, i was impressed that both his attempts at some real acting was immensely successful. natalie portman seemed to really help his cause. oh well, we'll see...

3) jeux d'enfants(french) aka. children's games (english) aka. love me if you dare

now i haven't actually watched the film, but before you slag me of as a poser who recommends pish posh pretentious french films without actually viewing them, here me out here. the story actually is quite witty in a unique dark way. "oh if its such a good film, why didn't you watch it then?" well... the protagonists kinda die at the end. yes yes, im one of those people who like to read the epilogue and last few pages of books to know if it’s an "alls well that ends well" moment. well, it’s different with jesus. urgh, you must hate me...well what's new? what im trying to say is that, if you are in search of a good film and don't mind the main characters of the book dropping dead (by choice, there i spoilt it for you), by all means, please do watch it. i urge you for this list serves no other purpose.

right so in this case, i'd rather not neatly summarise for you (or rather im too lazy). the usefulness of wikipedia comes into play here. tada! instant plot summary that requires only the efforts of your right click, copy and paste function:

The games (jeux) begin when Julien and Sophie are children (enfants), but as they grow older they intensify and become more twisted and dangerous. Although they are in love with each other, the game later dictates their future, and the dare even goes as far as hurting and tricking each other.

The overarching theme is of a struggle between childhood playfulness and the expectations of the adult world: the characters age significantly over the course of the film, and Julien is forced — several times — to pick between the rose–coloured world of fun represented by Sophie, or the expectations, demands, and successes of the adult world represented by his father and his eventual wife and children. Sophie, meanwhile, is content to live her life — as she puts it "a cream puff", becoming a trophy wife to a successful football player. Nonetheless, she keeps returning to Julien, despite her superficial satisfaction with what she has. like all the other films i feature, this one has a rating. most probably because of the french profanities (ooh la la) and sex scenes (yeah yeah, which french movie doesn't have them?). nothing you pervy lot haven't seen already, i suppose. (damn, i seem to have a remarkable way with insulting people don't i?)
right, this film is saved away in my bookmarks folder for when i get a boyfriend and he boyfriend dumps me leaving me to feel terribly distraught. it would probably make me cry more tears than jesus ever would. oh yeah, forgot to mention even though it should be obvious... it’s a romantic comedy... albeit a little warped one.

2) right we're closing in on number on #1. this was truly a toss up since they were both watched within days of each other and both qualify to be under the genre "mind fuckery". still, a list is a list and this little blogger has to make the very difficult decision of choosing between them.

at #2 we have eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. well, it shouldn't really be a surprise since ive previously mentioned that it was going to be on the list and it still hasn't ranked in yet. not to mention ive been going on about it for quite some time now. i finally managed to catch this film at MM's pad after we rented it together. well, i realise im always a few years too late to the "indie movie raving" party (99.99999% of the time due to censorship and RATINGS!!! grr...). on the other hand, the party for eternal sunshine of the spotless mind never really ended and it probably won't end for quite some time. that's because it’s a good film unlike a certain disney flick with real life walking talking barbie and ken dolls *cough cough*high school musical*cough cough*.

the movie in itself was blessed with a genius director. with some very creative music videos for canadian poprock band hot hot heat and english indie grunge rock band, the vines under his belt, french director michel gondry has managed to weasel his way out of the public's eye until ESOTSM (its so good, im going to give it an acronym). his 2001 film, human nature, was not nearly celebrated as much as ESOTSM despite its more commercial genre, comedy. when ESOTSM came out, all his previous genius work resurfaced. okay, i'll admit it, i too was quite unaware of such brilliance (not that i would be better of in some way by knowing so much about popular culture. damn, talk about wasted brain data).

on to the film then, shall we? ESOTSM is quite deep with a life lesson. imagine that, a movie that actually teaches you something? must be shit... well no actually, it wasn't. what i really enjoyed was jim carrey who portrayed his character with so much flair. normally you'd see him leaping from mountain to mountain with a pet money (ace adventurer) or adorning a whacky costume in the name of comedy (batman, the mask), but this time he played such a serious character. believe it or not, he was good at it. his compelling performance as straight laced joel was adorable to watch. it was his eyes...very expressive.

the plot (again, michel gondry, fuck you bastard!! trust you to suck all the talent from this world) was unique as well, with a little help from a fictional made-up medical procedure. most good movies have no element of truth in them see... that's the key to making any good movie. the best example would be...no wait...control yourself...you promised you'd stop...right, moving on before i change my mind, the story featured a medical procedure that could erase selected memories of a person or event with some gadget that if explained it would become far less impressive. clementine, played by kate winslet, goes for the procedure to forget her boyfriend on impulse. she goes on to live her life as usual after the procedure, with the one big difference: she had no memory of her relationship with joel. when joel finds out sue to a series of events like most movies, he's understandably depressed. i mean think about it, your girlfriend of 2 years hates you so much that she doesn't even want to remember you? what an ego buster. that or you're just one big piece of grimy testosterone filled shit. on impulse, Mr. broody here goes for the procedure as well.

the movie is basically taking place in his mind most of the time. he film tracks each of joel's memory of clementine, starting from the most recent (which happens to be the worst) all the way to the first time they met. this is where some very fancy special effects comes in due to michel "fuckin brilliant" gondry directing. he manages to portray joel's mind as a tapestry, and as the doctor tracks, pins down and deletes his mind's fondest most precious memories, it unravels itself. the movie soon slumps into joel feeling desperation in his comatose state as he desperately tries to keep his memories of clementine after realising how much they mean to him. the bits in his mind were the best bits and also the most comedic.
all in all, it’s a romantic comedy for people not too keen on the romance bit. in other words, it’s for people with an active brain that is willing to be shocked, excited and fucked with.

1) again, way tooo late to the party. but only because of the fucking R21 restriction. drum roll please for the movie that got genius production ESOTSM beat... it's pan's labyrinth (aka. El laberinto del fauno, literally The Labyrinth of the Faun) that takes the spotlight on today's list. believe it or not, i caught this spanish film only when it premiered on the local arts central channel equivalent, okto. well, it was definitely a good start for the noob channel. we'll see if subsequent shows meet my standards. in any case pan's labyrinth totally makes the cut.

well you could call this indie film a fairytale for adults. first off, that's the only people they'd allow into the fucking theatres (can you tell im pissed?), but more importantly, it was because the filmography used was supermegafucking lethal. if i didn't know any better, i'd think that they were filming a string of horror sequences. oh wait i do, and they were. it was scary scary scary man. and you know im not shitting you when i repeat things thrice despite the obvious errors in grammar. nonethless the setting and backdrop was perfection, really got you into it man. the 12 year old actress herself (a little old to be cast in a fairytale in my opinion) was bloody good at looking horrified (as would any good actress cast in a horror flick). now let's analyse the plot.

the storyline is set in spain during the spanish civil war. their choice was not in the least bit surprising as 12 year olds from any other time could not possibly have an active imagination. the closest a child in the 21st century could come to creativity is dreaming about living in GTA land. right, so the story revolves around this girl named ofelia who has a wild imagination that allows all sorts of shit into her mind. she has a miserable life with her widowed mum and hence, reads a lot of fiction to get away from reality. her mum, one day, decides she's lonely and goes off to marry this horrid bastard who also happens to the captain dictating the war.

on her way to the captain's house, ofelia discover this stick insect that she believes to be a fairy. its a great leap in logic but what can you expect eh? she discovers the same insect at the captain's house and she decides to chase it. honestly, you'd believe she was 5 or something. the insect leads her into a labyrinth. well, wadya know, the stick insect was a fairy. what are the chances eh? it is at the labyrinth where this fugly "fawn" introduces himself into the plot. in a little predictable fairytale way, ofelia is told by the faun that she is a, surprise! princess. wait, not just a princess, but THE princess of the great big ol' underworld. the fawn actually looks like the villain in the story. ugly people usually are, but in this case the fawn tells her that in order for her to reclaim her spot in as princess in the underworld, she has to do a series of tasks for him to prove herself. suspicious, no?well, its the whole suspense as to where the fawn is leading ofelia to that grips and captivates you, thereby taking you on the journey with her. part of you also keeps wondering, particularly towards the end, as to whether or not this whole shin dig is taking place in ofelia's mind. firstly, the fawn first appeared when ofelia was in somewhat reduced circumstances. secondlly, a scene towards the end seems to suggest that only ofelia could see the fawn. and then there's always the good ol' reliable fact that fawn's and fairy stick insects don't ACTUALLY exist, not even in the 1944 run down spain. not to mention, everyone in the movie keeps tellling her that she's a self-delluded little pussy. actually even at the end, you begin to wonder if she's hallucinating the whole thing, again as a way for her mind to keep up with the incidences of the civil war and her traumatic childhood after living in poverty and losing her father.

i suppose that's up to the audience to decide. i obviously decided that since its a fairytale (even if its for adults), its going to be a happy ending. plus, i didn't want to depress myself with the thought that stupidity gets little girls killed. seriously, watch it. you'll love it. it's mind fuckery at its best darlings...

well well well, lookie what we've got here...we're got another massive blogpost all done up with pictures and shit. now, doesn't that look like i put in effort instead of my usual rants? what does that tell you? well, i'll tell you what it should tell you...STOP WATCHING HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL AND START WATCHING PROPER MOVIES LIKE THE ONES I'VE MENTIONED SO THAT YOU DON'T LOWER YOU IQ POINTS ANYMORE THAN YOU ALREADY HAVE!!! yes! watch something intelligent once in a while instead of ken and barbie going at it in a musical (a crap musical by the way). you're far better of with jesus! and this coming from someone like me...you better believe it, you fat fuck. get off that counch and go rent a good movie once in a while. hell, even porn would have more utility than the high school musical saga. ooooooh not happy that im taking the piss out of your dreamboat? ah... sod off pussy! pissed that im ragging on your happy little fetish of maturbating to the OST of high school musical? well welcome back from la la land dick. angry that i've actually handpicked 5 much better movies as alternatives to your crap $7.50 pre-booked tickets to high school musical 3? well clearly, i mean clearly, you've got issues from your childhood that you have yet to settle fucktard.

to everyone who doesn't watch high school musical, have a good day. to everyone who does, get yourself checked for fuck's sake.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

climbing up the walls

The most probable reason as to why non-Christians are in church.

i'd bet somebody did a spot of proselytising (learnt it on google today)and invited them. I've had complete strangers walk up to me and attempt to proselytise no less than 5 (6 as of yesterday) times. im starting to think they have a quota to fill or something. or maybe my face screams 'Headed to Hell'...

Grrr... damn, i promise i'll at least TRY to stop ranting about the obvious and used. i'll admit, it gets old... but not at old as christianity. aaaah...fuck it! its a disease. MUAHAHAHAHA! and im glad i have it. hang on fuckers, this could go on for quite a bit. the giant joke that is christianity will never cease...

Friday, October 24, 2008

this house is a circus

normally i'd greet you, but i think its more rude if i don't. ooooh... im a rebel.

finally bought avenue Q tickets today with allan and MM at junction 8. it was the best 60 bucks i spent (educated assumptions). 60 bucks that only i could afford. aaaah... one of the many joys of saving like a Jew... i seem to be going out non-stop these few days. i think i may need a day all to myself (prepare some theme music for the holidays; 2 words: FRENCH JAZZ). irony is that deepavali is on monday. no fucking chance of that happening anytime soon. sigh...wish the canadian was here. monday's not going to be fun without her at all! urgh...more time with the family...?

if i ever have children, im going to home school them with the PhD i'll be getting. i decided that after today. it was an utter waste of time to go to school. chapel, break, OP/PW. on the slighty less dark side, i know my speech inside out now. i mean i've recited it 5000 fucking times (my sister being the audience for 4995 times), its an insult if i haven't memorised it yet.

right. i think i didn't give enough credit to the canon photomarathon. and im a person who strongly believes that credit should be given when credit is due (*ahem* PW *ahem*). the last time i didn't do it justice since i was tired. after all, it was another opportunity for camera whoring with allan (here's my ambitious 5 year plan: turn him gay for my own selfish glorious pleasures. muahahahaha. THE GLORY DERIVED FROM TURNING SOMEONE HOMOSEXUAL WOULD BE SUPERMEGAFUCKING AWESOME!!!). yeah no pictures with me though... i do, however, have these...eh heh heh eh heh...

here's what two 17 year olds with mental capacity of 11 year olds do when they're bored, have a camera and an nasal inhaler and are set loose on the facilities of singapore's not-so-vibrant arts scene...oh...you know what i want baby...

if only lewis knew his life size photos would be loved this much... he'd probably give them out to preteens around the globe.

and now... a themed photo essay by reckoner entitled "where do you want it?"

oh dear, if only me gran knew...yeah...alrighty...

for all those who DON'T need to adorn themselves in linen and gold on this government granted prezzie in the form of a public holiday, FUCK YOU assholes! have a good wank and a happy public holiday cunts.

ps. sucks for you if you don't get to watch Avenue Q. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

the soldiering life

heyllo

today i saw this boy sprint from one bus strop to another to catch the 985 that was stationary at the traffic light. i was amused, thoroughly... only 15 minutes of his life was at stake here and he ran like mr. bolt on his spindly legs. but i must say, what dedication and commitment to catching a lumpy motorised vehicle...

right...on to boring blog duties eh?

friday; went to MM's crib to pig out and watch movie (we were supposed to play basketball. yes yes, i get the irony too). watched along came polly (okay, romcoms' can't really go wrong in the entertainment district) and *ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND(!!!).

saturaday; cannon photomarathon. YAAAWN...! there were plenty of other better things i could be doing, but someone said it was compulsory when it was clearly not... that's it! ive had enough of this trickery. im tired of waking up at dawn to do useless crap that have no positive effects on my life whatsoever. im never believing anyone anymore when they say something is compulsory. bloody motherfucking LIARS... on the other hand, it was pleasurable (heh, don't let your minds wander, sickos) seeing some faces again. but only barely.

sunday; shopping with my maternal life giver aka. me mum. um yeah... my legal advisers *snorts* are telling me not to comment so we'll just leave it at that, shall we?

pretty much uneventful since then. OP and PW. my group members (-1) are quite fascinating to work with so i don't altogether despise the time i spend on it. contrary to popular belief, i am not a slacker (all the time). i do do work for PW...tons of it. i have no idea why people keep insinuating that im lazy bag of poop who would have to merit to my group other that to fertilize their backyards. alright, i do have some idea... which just goes to reinforce my point, i CAN make my brain and my body to function when the occasion calls for it.

*awkward pause, cursor hovering and random typing*

alright alright its a booooring post (see, even i find it mind numbing. and I wrote it). i don't really feel like criticising anything passionately in a satirical and sarcastic manner. nor am i nearly in the mood for some witty banter. seems to be one of those slumps. sigh... let's seek some blog salvation before you lads divert yourself back to miss trailing-bunny-cursors' blog now, shall we? this calls for some shameless blog-promotion: the following is read in an advertisement-like voice (like bob barker on the old price is right. that's right, back when everything featured was made to sound cheap, commercialised, ostentatious and oh SOOOOOO much more fascinating to own. hmm, much like the banana protector that doubled up as a monkey fetish dildo.)

its that time again... time for another one of my lists fuckers (aaaaw, come on...its a term of endearment!)... next time on phantom limb, *enter dramatic music* the list you've all (and by that i mean just the 5 people who read my blog) been waiting for... its 5 FANTABULOUS movies that you shouldn't miss out on just because you live on an itty bitty tiny little isolated island that has a non-existent (and by THAT i mean a "completely ignored by anyone with double digit IQs or more") arts scene. and *ESOTSM is most definitely on it.

urgh! verbal diarrhea galore... oh and some funny shit.

for house lovers: from hilariously sarcastic british comedy, deadringers...



and just because i was on youtube with absolutely nothing to do: a little bit of brokeback mountain parody...



that's the end...toodles.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

don't look back in anger

hello fellow

got back results today...

h2 math - D (12.5)
h2 econs - S (5.0)
h2 chem - S (5.0)
h1 lit - E (5.0)
h1 gp - C (7.5)

add them altogether and we've got 35 rank points on the dot which also means ive been promoted. let's just ignore the fact that its barely and focus on the fact that i get to spend next year slogging away on a levels. yay! no seriously, YAY! the holidays are going to spent on finding a chem tutor and more mugging for next year's january assessments. im quite glad i can say that. i can't believe it actually, the whole day i was caught in a limbo every time we got back our grades. first off, for chem, even though i was 3rd lowest in class, i got 5 rank points which i really feel is a godsend (not in the literal sense). i mean i got a U for the main paper, which just goes to show class tests are really important. and so are assignments where you can mull over slowly in the comfort of your air-con room.

though it seems that i got 35 rank points with my own ability *snorts* i really think that the teachers were dispensing marks out leniently enough (chem) so that we can move up a grade and get those extra points after adding the other crap. nonetheless i am flipping kangaroo happy because...well...you know why...its the same reason for everyone *sheepish*.

in my head i have this analogy. we're all traveling on this vast sea (lit student, bear with me...). some of us are on a speed boat where we can zip past the rest (scholars, muggers). these people don't really need to aim for 35 rank points. they're aiming for 50 rank points or more because its a matter of pride. some of us are in a big cruise where we can idle away comfortably and yet still make it to the destination (naturally smart, learn it once its enough to put you ahead of the rest). they don't really need to aim for anything or put any formal thought into it. it just happens easily for them. some of us in a little sampan, using a stick to row. sampaners aim for 35 rank points on the dot. they don't ask for much, just enough to see them through their immediate needs. when storms come, the sampan will probably sink. and finally, there are those of us are on a raft. the raft is very fragile and need not require storms to unravel it. just light drizzle or a fatso will do. these are conditional promos people, they aim for 28 rank points so that they have a fair chance of getting on a sampan at least. i wish all my sampan and raft comrades the best.

hope for the awsome. prepare for the fucked. even if you don't make it, think of it as a delay to NS and an opportunity to do it right the next time around. just try not to slump into depression and shit.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

antichrist superstar

hey

if you worship jesus and shit don't read hor. know what's good for you la. okay, be good..redirect yourself from where you came from. who's a good christian? that's right...you're a good christian...yes you are...yes you are...

for those of you who don't go to my school, i'll make it my duty to enlighten you to the ways of hell (in the skin of heaven). regulars will know that friday is chapel day, but what you don't know is the extra conversion schemes waiting for you EVERYDAY. every morning SAJC invites "saints" in a "come one come all" fashion to "morning worship". ah, are those some hysterical snorts i here? "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??" right? right? i heard it right? well, my friend, my well-refined snooping skills have allowed me to peer into lecture theatres (where these sessions take place at dawn...alright so its 7am, go with the flow, will you?!) through what i call "the windows to hell". and let me tell you fellows, it is not at all pretty: i see dizzy addicts [well of course silly, they're addicted to the love of god <3(isn't it creepy to see me use this symbol)], people in a trance singing charms, people collapsing while reciting voodoo poems, people crying and convulsing. oh! its hell on earth i tellya! what mangled scurvy dog do i call upon to set down such foolery and tricks? quick trip to Elizabethan times, sorry... i shit you not fuckers, its the creepiest cult-like setting the world has ever seen. stalin's own little slumber party can take a back seat. L. Ron, you've met your match. *drum roll please* the christians are here! i am purely entertained each morning i get to witness this. i was disappointed in one aspect of the cult worship though: the only thing missing was standing around a smoking pot of weed.

it may irk some of you to know that i actually attend my lectures in those rooms, though nobody seems to care enough for my well-being. im secretly planing to infiltrate these sessions in the morning with my handy spycam in the guise of someone looking for christian answers to a very hindhu dilemma, reincarnation. WHO'S WITH ME?! on the other hand, i may actually turn to dust, being the antichrist and all... okay, that was obviously a joke lest any of you are planning to ambush me with a wooden stake in school tomorrow. im not antichrist. to be an antichrist, i'd have to first acknowledge the fact that god exists. no, acknowledging god and christ are not the same thing douchebags (though both don't really require a brain. tee hee. my little joke. please don't sue). right...

the root of my frenzied fury is actually an incident that happened on friday. la dee da dee da the unsuspecting indian comes to school with every intention of sleeping through the day. little does she know that she'll overhear 2 lost sould exchanging testimonies with each other [for those of you unfamiliar with testimonies, its actually what christians call "proof" (wait, notice its in "...") that christ exists and helps people and shit] urgh, totally ruins my day when i hear people talking about the "lord". im serious, its like nails down a black board. if you actually had a brain you would do yourself a favour and keep whatever imaginary beings you believe in to yourself and in the 4 walls (and 1 high ceiling) of church.

AND that's what really bugs me. to me religion is very private. its as private as which stores you buy your supply of condoms and pads in, its as private as you grandmother's bra size, its as private as that magazine guys hide in their sock drawer. when you take it public, you're encroaching on shady territory and unleashing unwanted trouble. if you take it outside the setting i described earlier, you are ASKING to be disproved by little old me. you are ASKING to be told "you are a prick with no brains". school is a public place, if you turn it personal with all the christ shit, there is no way one will not retaliate with a certain dusty machine gun hidden away under the bed. that said, i personally belief that schools should not be allowed to preach the existence of god or take it upon themselves to spread the word of god. its misusing government funds: you say you're building a school, but the school happens to double up as church. that's a pretty weak point, i know, but you get what i mean (i hope). people don't generally sign up for the conversion that comes with attending a mission school. moreover, one (clearly by "one" i mean me) does not appreciate being told that one's going to hell if one doesn't conform to the school's god's word and will. a revolt should be started: schools which are affiliated to ANY organised religion should become PRIVATE schools with private funding, hence thereby continuing the theme that religion is a PRIVATE belief.

you may think i go over board, that i have no right to blog about christianity, christ, god etc. you may think that im being rude and cynical, being agnostic atheist and all. ooooh is that riiiight? well, do YOU have that knowledge that i seemingly lack?? (im refering to all those christian blogs out there specially dedicated to converting people) my guess is, probably not. if you're not god, just stay away from the peddling religion business okay (as profitable as it may be). you're probably just reciting out what your little youth pastor tells you (my guess is, he probably has no fucking clue what he's on about either) and the lyrics to christian rock songs...

and that's another thing i have to get off my chest. what is with the infiltration of pop culture christians? leave harry potter alone dammit! he's well off on his own. not just that, its the "rock"songs and manga (yes, ive actually seen christian manga, mm should concur) too. imagine if the whole world became christian (the middle east is officially not part of the world anymore since the bush admin)...what would become of our pop culture. OH! the horror! the horror! im serious! guys, no more porn for you. no more witty books on magic and fantasy fiction. no artemis fowl, no harry potter... OMG NO MARILYN MANSON!!! GRACE JONES!!! BOY GEORGE!!! NO MORE HOMOSEXUALS!!! oh golly, i'm feeling a bit dizzy now...they'd all be flushed into the toilet together with me!!! OMG NO MORE ME (i'd be too much of a challenge to convert that they'd give up on me)!!! the world would be the most boring and bland place should we be left with only christians. oh what a fantabulous world to look forward to yeah? still looking forward to the apocalypse christians?? hmm...yeah that's what i thought...

but its all part of the ploy to convert people, and i get that. a land of people with homogeneous religion is still a long long away. do you think that even if we do manage to get everyone to believe in christ, that we'd be happy, in a perfect narnia-like utopia? well think again bastards...look what happened with the catholics and the chistian church... same god, same jesus, similar book, completely different church. segregation is in our bloods, dammit! why can't we just open our eyes to that? in the beginning we all believed in god. then came the dillema, who is god exactly? segragation occurs according to type of god you believe in. then came the argument who is right, a more distant arc grows between groups...it never ends, does it? until you christians get that, stop trying so hard to convert people (for what reason, is beyond me) and let nature take its course, take a chill pill. otherwise your mission will never ever end (putting aside the fact that there isn't actually an outright commander here)

that's the issue i have with most christians: the attempt to convert you. a lot of people of the christian community think that they're doing you a FAVOUR by converting you. again let us temporarily put aside the fact religion is a private sector of your life and focus on the falacy of that belief. the bible tells us that god is a loving dude (almost like buddha...hmm..something to think about) who adores all his little forest critters. on the other hand, the bible also tells you, only followers of christ can ascend up to heaven. all others will eventually be killed, as evangelists put it, in a flood of fire and i'll die in an eternal inferno of flames. OH MY im so scared...a flood of fire...wow, however will i save myself... ok actually its kind of (alright, fucking) scary, but if god really existed, wouldn't he be the very epitome of perfection as you say.

he'd be dressed in his prada best, with lots of shiny light around him, chewing an apple for some reason, with long wavy hair tugged loosely behind his ear, with a cool calm aura enveloping him, not to mention a constant gentle breeze wafting in the smell of strawberries around him (waaaaaait a minute...isn't that johnny "god-like" depp im describing?)... if he were to be so perfect, would he be so petty as to behave like a 5 year old child? (for purely imagination's purposes, i wrote this to be read with a singlish accent. humour me, will you...):

"oh you don't belief me is it?! you see what happens to you later. muahahaha! i get a sumatran forest fire to chase you down then you know!"

versus

"aiyah, just now i tell you to believe in me, you don't want. never mind, now you see me. watch ah... *parts the sea*...okay? can? nah. here's that barbie doll you wanted from toys r' us. what must you say...?"

ignoring the fact that god's singaporean in my largely warped mind, let's discuss which scenario is more feasible. both are uncles at a coffee shop, but which uncle will you follow home (heaven in this case)? the one that just threatened you or the one that gave you proof and well... a barbie doll after reading your mind(that was actually the real point of the doll...see, im not that frivolous in my analogy). the second scenario actually seems a lot more god-like, doesn't it? a sweet, bubbly old man who gave you proof that he had super powers AND read you mind seems more likely to be god. christians, please don't hunt me down with a giant cross for portraying god as a paedophile (although, he really does love his children no?).

seriously, why can't it be like that instead? is it really necessary to convert people? do you think you'll get brownie points with god by converting more unsuspecting people? if you really want, wait for the stupid second coming if you believe in it so much. i mean, if i had a 5 minute chat to iron a few issues out with him (evolution, death etc.) i would by all means become his no. 1 devotee. otherwise, religion is not a bartering system. without proof of god, it is merely becomes a source of motivation to live life well and to the fullest (i don't need god for that. i have common sense see, but im talking about those without common sense.), and not the answer to life and death. so what im trying to say is keep jesus within the constraints of you mind where it belongs (contrary to popular belief, the heart can't think see...)

with that, i end of a long due post. got a lot of my chest today as you can probably tell. before i end off, i would sincerely like to urge all of you who just read this to:

1) seriously, don't sue...
2) got something to say, say it on the tag board and not with pitchforks waiting for me outside school
3) pretend that i wasn't insulting you so there's no need to write any letters to the government after feeling offended
4) take everything with a pinch...maybe a cup...alright a bucket... of salt.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

the bends

hellohello

today's post is only for those who want to know about every single detail of my life. so im going to practice self-censorship.

im weak and floppy today. i shouldn't move around so much. apparently im sick with something. don't know la. last night i was reading a wikipedia page on the bible and my body hurt. it was literally throbbing around the mid region. i shifted myself, contorted my body and sat in a fetal position. nothing worked. the most excruciating pain i ever felt. i do not want to ever feel it ever again (childbirth being definitely out). and no fucktards, IT WASN'T menstrual cramps. i didn't know what was happening or what to do. first time mah. so i went to the toilet and sat on the bowl and had a shit. normally that's a foolproof cure for most of my ailments. tee hee. however this time i was still in pain.

i sat there on the bowl for a long time hoping for relief before feeling like i needed to puke. i cleared the bowl to use it for vomitting but the thought of putting my head at something i just shitted in irked me(yes, i still have a wee bit of disgust left in me). i went to my newly refurbished and shiny sink, apologised to it and let out 7 purges. the last 2 were forced. i mean now was the time to detox right? im not going to describe the colour of the puke lest you find the need to puke yourself (my descriptive skills are remarkable). so i stood there looking at the pool (really. ollie could go for a swim in it. i shit you not.) of vomit and opened the tap to clear it. the pool increased in volume. i was staring at my own vomit trying to fathom why my vomit was not clearing itself up, why is it not being sucked into a vortex otherwise known as the sewer systems.

amidst all the nausea and sickness, i failed to acknowledge the plug thingy that would slow down the water from flowing out. oh you know, that plug thingy. the one where you can close and open via a stick like contraption at the back of the tap. yeah that one. it was still there preventing the chunks of dinner from passing into the gates of hell. i had 3 options.

1) call my maid up at 2 am in the morning to clear up my vomit (however she wants to, i'd suggest a nuclear bomb)

2) wait until morning before calling my maid to '' '' '' '' , but in doing so i would have to take the chance that my puke is going to sit there like a good little girl without stinking up the house.

3) deal with it myself by sticking my hand into my own puke and taking the stopper thingy out.

you have no fucking clue about how the slimy chunks that clung onto my hand and about the bits that i had to sift through to get to the plug. i purged one last time thereafter summing the night up to have a grand total of 8 purges. when i woke up this morning, the pain started up again. this time i new better. i rubbed some all-purpose miracle Axe oil on my tummy. wham bam alakazam. poof! it went away almost immediately. unfortunately im still shit scared to move or eat for the rest of the day. i'll be detoxing for the day i suppose. only water for me.

though my discomfort was relieved to a certain degree, the pain i felt still lingered amongst my innards through the night. and the memory of what i was forced to do that night would still linger on in my darkest nightmares.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

apocalypse please

hey

its been the most boring day of my life, aside from the usual national day and deepavali. and because im cruel and bastardly, im going to share it with you guys. 2 hours of pw, 1 hour of break, 2 hours of pw, 1 hour of break and finally, 2 hours of pw. you can probably see why im a depressed piece of poop left to ferment in the gutters of chinatown. had photography after, but it was only an hour long before we all had to go home. boooring. daryl did his best to entertain, allan did his thing too, but i was too tired to engage in it. it was good seeing allan again though. and the rest too. oh how i long for those days when we had lectures and tutorials. okay maybe not...

-friday plans to play bball crushed because mm got stolen away from me by exco member duties. so we'll have saturday badminton only.

-i signed up for work attachment!!!! yay!!!! photography related of course... pays $5 an hour though im not sure what exactly im doing. when i heard the money part my hand immediately went up. im hard up for money. more precisely $1500. so i'll have to work for 300 hours. sigh... maybe i'll just cave and ask my dad for it...noooooo!!! what am i saying??? use your own efforts you spineless bitch.

-OP presentation thingy tomorrow. must go school.

-got to try Prozac or something. i need to stop being to melancholy and energy-less. its so unbecoming of me.

-borrow andy warhol's photograohy/art book and elizabeth gaskell's north and south from school library

-read anansi boys by neil gaiman

-get my hands on a copy of the bible and photocopy stuff out, particularly the book of daniel (i was sent into herniating shock when i found out that the school library does not keep a copy). hmm...i wonder if there's such a thing as an online bible...

-got math results back. hush hush. not supposed to tell anyone because it illegal to know before next week. i got a C for the paper, a D overall after calculating in common test. i know i know, fucking wasted!!! but i shouldn't ask for too much, it was a massive improvement and way above what i expected to get (seriously). next week i can finally tell dad that im getting retained.

now that the admin stuff is all done, don't you just hate singaporeans? don't be afraid to admit it...come on...they're really the most annoying type of people known to man and you know it. with no real culture (culture stolen from others doesn't count) and the butt of joke of globalisation's critics, we must surely see, if not acknowledge in the very least, that singaporeans are fucking annoying. while there are plenty of reasons why an apocalypse should descend upon the little island south of the malaysian peninsula, i am still hopeful that this list will be a public service in some way. so today, we have the promised list: 5 things singaporeans can do to stop pissing me off...seriously, please try it...

5. When crossing the road
  • Come to the realisation that pressing the button at the pedestrian crossing actually makes the difference as to whether or not the light changes.
  • Hitting it multiple times, on the other hand, will not make it change faster.
  • Also consider the possibility that one of the fifty people already standing there has hit the button before you. Wankers.

4. When entering a previously crowded place, such as lifts or the train

  • Wait for people to exit a lift before you start to walk in. There is no reason for us to fail to utilise our common sense. Or are your brains to fucking small to actually complete this task with ease.
  • How can you be surprised when the door opens and you walk straight into someone? Has this not happened before?
  • Neither do you get to "tut" anybody when you walk into them. It's rude and it makes you a very giant arse wipe.

3. When you notice a queue
  • It does not mean that you have to join it
  • What are you, sheep? Must you really spend the extensive time and intensive energy to queue for everything?
  • I mean come on, it fucking hello kitty for heaven's sake. japan must have been laughing their asses of when they found that their creepy little stuffed cat (probably invented as a sex toy too, oh you don't know these japanese...) was being queued for.
  • Logically stop yourself and think...do you really need that demonic cat? or do you just want it because the rest of the world and expensive media advertising tells you that you want it?
2. When on the phone
  • Remember that technology has improved so vastly that you don't have to yell at your phone anymore. Surprise!
  • Seriously, when in fuckland have you been in? Do you really need to take the poor person on the receiving end's ear out?
  • Public transportation is for transport, just in case you didn't figure that out as well when you guys came out from under that rock. It is not for the rest of the world to know what you nasty things your auntie did to her ang moh boyfriend or for you to televise your husband's affair in hokkien vulgarities. Defaming personal relatives and exposing dirty laundry is not to be done in the MRT over the phone! Get it, cunt? Its more for your weblog...
1. When on public transportation
  • Remember that public transportation is for the *gasp* public. you see...you do learn some valuable information from phantom limb...
  • Oh don't act like you don't know what im on about. You're probably one of those motherfuckers that sit in the aisle seat so as to dissuade anyone from sitting next to them. Is it really necessary? Are you that big of a ponce that you can't say "excuse me"...
  • Surprisingly not many singaporeans even say the word. they stare expectantly at you, like you're harry fucking potter and you're supposed to read their minds. What's even more detestable is saying just "excuse". and they don't say say it the normal way, they say it in that nauseatingly unpronounced, illegible singaporean way: "ek-use"
  • Some of them even put their bags on the seat. Every other seat is taken, some little old lady is trying to keep herself steady, the bus is packed, but your bag needs a seat all to itself??? Well, fuck you arseholes, fuck you...
  • On the other hand, all these would be perfectly understandable. If singaporeans just took showers regularly and stopped smelling like you barfed out digested cocaine joints, maybe you wouldn't find it so hard to get people to donate you a seat.

thats the end of the 5 impossibly irritating things, amongst a gazillion bazillian others, that singaporeans are manufactured to do. can we stop them? yes we can... come now, don't be so pessimistic... just give more PRs citizenship and singaporean status and allow more blue blooded (wahahahaha) singaporeans to migrate to the likes of austrailia and new zealand. just don't go to canada, i'll be there...

i'll be updating my results here next week yeah, so you can have a ball of a time mocking me... and sending me farewell gifts and shit...

death and all his friends

ni hao

for some explainable reason ive been feeling anxious, rash, insecure, heavy hearted, moody etc. just basically weird. im not sure if its the promos results next week or just one of my phases. it could just be pw. i really don't know. on sunday evening i went for a walk at 9 all by myself. bad idea. if you're depressed and having feelings of anxiety, its best not to be alone with your thoughts. i almost got run down by a car. i was crossing the road and i had to leap on to the side walk. he honked rudely although he was the one speeding (50km road). i flipped him off though im not sure he saw. i went to sit at the playground, but had to run for my life since it was a sunday and everyone knows sundays are fucking christmas for indian nationals and construction workers. i walked home feeling much worse, void of any feeling that may will me to wake up the next morning. it was a shitty state and im almost sure i would have been much better should have known the exact cause of it. decided to skip school on monday and contemplated bonking out in a vegetative state. exactly what i did.

human emotions eh? funny stuff, these things... imagine if we didn't have any or were immune to those of others. perfection in its own right. utopia, in my opinion. imagine what all the things we'd be able to do if we had nothing to feel. we'd leap of mountains and cliffs because of no fear. we'd be able to let go of ex-girlfriends and boyfriends. we'd speak our minds because no one is affected by our words. ah but then a whole new set of problems arise...you'd never feel the euphoria of jumping of the cliff, you'd never have a gf or bf in the first place and most importantly, you'd never feel passionate enough to speak up for something. humans are a perfect balance of imperfection. or rather, a balance of imbalance. if anyone has any idea what im going on about, please explain myself to me.

urgh, im so fucking moody and broody. i should set up an emo blog with metallica covers, skulls and a black background so that readers will get the "falling into a dark abyss" feel. if i have time later this week, i'll make a list...i'm thinking something like 5 reasons i hate singaporeans or 5 ways ive made people cry. im not in the mood to do it now, but feel free to choose... i'll accommodate since it been quite a while since i've done a proper entry.

oh fuck, i totally forgot to charge me ipod!!! AAAAAAARGH!!! what am i going to do if people actually start talking to me?? in public??? the horror... the horror!!! (typing is easy because you don't actually have to make the appropriate facial expressions and sounds while doing it. practically no energy required)

toodles arsewipes