why wy?

A lethal combination - char kway teow, red wine and bossa nova. The char kway teow was home-made, as close to home as it'll ever be, the wine was insanely decent for the price ($6 i think), and the music played loud on a fab sound system, all in Terry's very cosy pad. It was so comfortable I gave up a night of dancing to african beats, am prepared to forgive all the nasty motorists I meet every day, even the very lousy biochem lecturer who scheduled a test last friday, 430pm, the eve of a long weekend, which is criminal. But I am not going to forgive george bush for deciding to build more nuclear reactors because stupidity is unforgivable. Is the man so shortsighted that he can't even see beyond his own nose? He had the chance to invest in sources of renewable energy, the wind, the sun, hydrogen cells, stuff that works, is cheap and doesn't leave a mess. And he royally blew it, topped with a mushroom cloud.

note to self #2
do not eat grapes without looking at them, especially when you buy them cheap ($2 for 2kg, organic somemore), and they've been in the fridge for two weeks. One of them tasted like blue cheese, and I thought I chucked out all the mouldy ones...

And i also saw some mould at the bottom of a tray of mushrooms I bought today, also discounted. But hey, mushrooms are mould right? I nearly got overcharged for them too, the checkout girl charged me full price twice ($5+$5), and then the actual price ($2), because she couldn't seem to cancel it. That makes it 600% more expensive, which is kinda ridiculous but I got my money back in the end.

I've been meaning to diet, but it's hard enough thinking about it, much less actually carrying it out. My housemate has successfully lost 7kg since January, but she goes to the gym five days a week and only eats cereal, sushi and yoghurt. The yoghurt is dinner, by the way. I just had a massive kopitiam-style pork stir-fry with rice for dinner, and don't forget the mouldy grapes. At least I can take comfort that I've got my ipod free space up to 2.01gb, from an all-time low of 1.6gb.

I've been having strange dreams of late, last night I was sitting in a circle with susan sarandon, tim robbins, jack nicholson (all looking vaguely youngish) and she was lighting up a reefer. Woke up before it reached me, which is quite loser. And the other night, I dreamt two of my friends were going out, only it wasn't him but his evil, politically conservative, straight doppelganger. We ended up at dark water mrt station, it was dripping everywhere on smooth, slippery granite, which actually does happen at raffles place when it rains.

Blogging has become the in thing to do for a while now, and we've seeing the respected veterans, pretty faces become the vanguard of sorts, the standard to measure against. Where being browned is like getting a restaurant review in the straits times. So I just found it funny that a blogger got featured on tomorrow.sg for blogging about not being browned, stretching the analogy it could be the cheng teng seller who didn't want to be featured, "too much business, cannot cope olreddy".
I guess 15 minutes is 15 minutes, whether good or bad, eh?

I feel like I'm sinking to new depths of cheap - I actually, really look forward to grocery shopping, even though I've got my list, I know what I want, but it's the only commercial activity I get up to every week. And yesterday, I cut my own hair - just the fringe really - and it turned out all right, hardly anyone noticed even.
Am definitely in a funk of sorts, especially with the exam time-table out and me trying desperately to look the other way...

A better tomorrow?
The new singapore website, meant to be a one-stop boing-boing for singapore bloggers, looks promising. It also has a great name that begs to be punned.

And off the original boing boing, penguins going through the metal detector at airport security. (Sir, are you carrying any canned fish on you? No? That's not what it shows here. Waddle this way, tuna breath.)

And if you are ever lost in the jungle with junk food, here's how to start a fire with a can of coke and a chocolate bar. Or you could eat the chocolate, drink the coke and call someone with internet access and gps on your auto-roaming handphone. Of course our good friend johan would eat the food, and worry about maps later.

This is an interesting article, a church of stories, by chuck palahniuk. It's on nerve.com, so there may be some adult content for those surfing at work. I remember reading a story that had pictures of scantily-clad men when one of my male editors came over.

Gee Wy, did we miss something here? I don't recall such profundity being dug out of cardboard boxes and placed on display. In fact, all I remember is a rather tedious assortment of cutesy junk that did little more than remind us that Andy Warhol was most alive (read: relevant) in the 60's and 70's and today, in more ways than one, is rather dead.

Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to Mr. Warhola for the Velvet Underground, the sensational stories about his Factory days and a 15-minute short featuring just one waist-up shot of a guy getting a head job (boring, but I liked the concept, it HAD a concept).

But this Time Capsule exhibition was a waste of twelve bucks, time and petrol. And the pompous art-school dropout reviewing it seems gripped in such over-arching terror of the modern canon that he can't call it for what it was - random garbage collected by a famous person. Instead he's busy trying to imbue the pap with some deeper, more esoteric meaning that is inherently elitist and designed to cow the average shmoe into paying good money to nod sagely at this rubbish.

Mr. Nelson, how about perversely planting a Kiss squarely on my ass?

So the answer is yes. I just found it funny, that the man in charge said how the gahmen is non-partisan, non-religious when they clearly worship money. I'm not sure how the profits from gambling will be split up or taxed, because the casinos aren't allowed to make a massive profit. At least there's hope that car prices and gst will go down, and mybe my cpf will go up. ha ha. But what I'm not thrilled about is that singaporeans and prs will have to pay $100 to get in, making it cheaper for them to go to batam or on a cruise to nowhere. Do you know how many aunties and ah peks go to batam? Ok, the ah pehs go for another reason too, but that is wasted gambling revenue man. I think if you are going to go for it, go all the way.

There's a reality tv show being shown here, which they should ban in Singapore because it will convince you that children are the spawn of satan. American children anyway. Hmm, maybe that's a good thing, getting SPGs not to reproduce.

All the screaming, yelling and tantrums you can stomach in 30 minutes. It makes you want to pick up the cane or call the adoption agency. Or the priest. The show is called supernanny, like an up-to-date mary poppins, because the child expert is british. The show professes to dole out parenting tips, but really, it makes you feel better because your kids are nowhere as screwed up as theirs.

This has got to be the funkiest fictional soundtrack ever. You must, on pain of being uncool, a fate worse than death, check out Bollywood for the Skeptical. It's a collection of mostly old-school hindi music, and it sounds perfect on a laptop, with that tinny transistor feel, says puck.

Puck is also meant to blog an expose on me, and this is my note that is meant to go with that: Do not drink any coffee that Brian makes, ever. It's very good coffee, just a touch of sweet, the way I like it, a seductive humbert humbert stroking my collarbone, followed by waves of regret after. Other than personality changes and an urge to vibrate, I felt like a fuzzy ghost signal on TV, not sure where the edges of my body were and my head was empty (no obvious jokes please).

I found this hilarious thread on how magneto is the new king of spain, check out the wallpaper in the wallpaper. (Corny, I know.) Intentional riffing or stealing? You decide.
And an update on the job: A guy broke his collarbone in two places but I think the jinx is lifted because the team finally won a game.  

Just found out that Andrea Dworkin has passed on - I remember reading her work in first-year philo, and she is the very stereotype of the ugly radical feminist. At the very least, she believed that all sex that involves force is rape, at the extreme, she thinks that a woman has the right to execute a man who has raped her. The Guardian has a well-written tribute.

The mr brown podcasts are the funniest things ever, although it helps to have a rudimentary grasp of mandarin. A must-listen, especially the ones where he and miyagi recall their chinese compo and oral exams days. I felt the same pain man. I also downloaded his teochew ringtone but haven't used it here, it would be wasted on the aussies. Drop me a comment if you can't find the original link and want the file.

His latest article in Today is entitled Run first, blog later. In a strange twist of blogging fate, I found myself in a "run first, period" situation today. The emergency warning system went off in school today, PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING NOW, and there was no warning of any tests. I panicked, in a calm way of course, and told catherine we should get out, pronto. Cat claims i zoomed off, not even looking behind to see if she was following or fell over. I say i set off at a fast clip, and I would have turned back if I heard her screaming. Cat is still laughing about it, and come monday more of my classmates will be.

my current wallpaper. Head over to http://www.marvel.com/wallpaper/index.htm to get spidey, punisher and other physically impossible physiques.

 

So, when I started this naked-men-in-the-changing-room job, they told me, don't worry, nothing dramatic ever happens.

Week 1: Player gets elbowed in the chin, his tooth is still there but bleeding, he's bleeding on the outside as well as inside his mouth. We send him off for stitches, and find out that he's made a hole through his lip.

Week 2: Another player gets elbowed in the chin, there is a big gash, lots of blood and when we take a closer look, an L-shaped piece has peeled off and is flapping. 14 stitches.

Week 3: Player gets a knee in the back, feels woosy but says he's okay, then collapses in the shower and pisses blood. The paramedics come and get him. Now, I've just heard that he's ruptured his left kidney and may have to get it removed. They also lost massively, like 50 to 150.

I really don't want to know what's going to happen this weekend.

On to nicer things, pixelgirl has a shop and they have the coolest cupcake earings, sushi pillows and ipod covers. I want!

tyger has got a triffic post about cookie monster's new diet, and the original bbc aricle here.

Blogging stops when real life catches up with you and thumps you on the head. I've been busy with school, tests, assignments, working, trying to get more work, climbing, aikido, cooking, the list goes on.

As I sit here typing this, (almost midnight on a Sunday), my neighbours are banging away, so hard that I can even hear their bed springs creaking in between their moans. Very Delicatessen, if you've seen the movie. Except the part about the butcher. Nobody came around.

during a physiology lecture
me: It's a good thing the lecturer isn't a radio announcer, otherwise there will be a lot of accidents as people will be falling asleep at the wheel.
my buddy catherine: When did you become so evil?

I guess the cat's out of the bag, I can stop pretending now. It's great to see the change, how we were all nice and polite to each other last year and now, we're just ragging each other.

I have also developed a habit of getting some shut-eye during biochemistry and physiology lectures, something I never did in my first degree. The dim lighting and the monotones just do me in. The good thing is that I only fall asleep once, usually during the first hour, so I can actually stay alert during the second hour, when half the hall trudges out and never comes back.

I bought a kaffir lime plant over the weekend, which I nicknamed Mr Pointy (Buffy reference anyone?). I had to work, so I left it in the car for the whole day, which is definite cruelty to a dog/cat/baby, but I guess plants don't have rights or spokespeople. I hope it survives through winter.

I was wondering about my reaction to an incident a couple of weeks ago, the incident being - a friend's significant other accidentally deleted all his mp3s, 6 years worth. My reaction was stunned silence, a feeling of this sudden, massive, yawning hole. I honestly did not know how to react. It worries me, that losing your entire music collection ranks high on my list of catastrophes. Because at the end of the day, it's not that important, really, compared to the big dramas of life and death.

Having said that, I believe some things just can't be shared in a relationship - toothbrushes (unless it's just for one night), underwear and computers.

Here's some classic Dave Barry on men, women and good looks. You have to register, but it's free.

and the killer line of the week

Even our great gahmen treats Singlish like some bastard stepdaughter who keeps asking for pocket money.

from lifeatngeeann, on how to speak singlish properly. It's brilliant.

seen at the geelong town hall - it's groovier than you think.