why wy?

The fruits of procrastination - 6 orange and chocolate muffins. Am currently struggling through an assignment for school and stuff for work, I'd much rather be looking at photos of the antarctic. Just spent 2 hours watching futurama and the simpsons on telly, which is something I haven't done in ages and it was brainlessly good.

This story about Galileo's preserved middle finger made me laugh, considering he was excommunicated and died in house arrest. The same site also has a video of a language made up entirely of whistles, Silbo... it has 4000 words. There is even a link to learn it but it is useless because I can't whistle.

And this 300 parody as well.

This weekend has got to be one of my weirdest this year but in a good way, a pinch-me-I-can't-believe-this-is-happening way. On the Friday I had to go to a 21st birthday party, so I dusted off my trusty Mango black halter dress and put on my high heels, hoping that my sore knee wouldn't protest too much. And on Saturday night, my good pal David invited me along for the premiere of the Malaysian Film Festival, on the condition that I wear a sarong kebaya. As part of the informal Singapore - Malaysian Peranakan association, I was among other similarly clad women standing alongside the red carpet, welcoming guests. This is the closest I've ever come to feeling like an air hostess, and that my only purpose was to look beautiful is a new one to me.

So all in all, it was two consecutive nights of dressing up and taking tiny steps and appearing ladylike, something which is pretty rare. But of course, proper ladies don't swear in two languages when the cold melbourne wind cuts through lace and bare skin.


I like this attempted self portrait I took, because it seems blurry and edgy and impromptu, as opposed to a proper posed shot.

More youtube goodness on manic monday - this clip from a 70s kung fu movie is unintentionally funny I really dig the stiff upper lip british dubbing at the start, but hang around for the end.

more cool shirts - last exit to nowhere - shirts based on fictional towns and companies in cult movies. Definitely like a secret handshake, a nudge and wink, aren't we cooler than everyone else smirk.

The science of insulting women - negging is to insult a beautiful women to lower her self esteem so she falls for you more easily. It must be a bastardisation of nagging. Not that it is hard to insult a woman - the classic triple whammy
1) you're fat
2) you're ugly
3) you made me turn gay

Listening to your ipod out in the bush without electricity - now possible. A guy is selling a windup mp3/video player. 40min of winding gives you 20hrs of play. It looks bulky but the specs are good - radio, recorder, SD card slot.

And this made me laugh... it is funnier if you know science fiction. Or gay terminology, a friend tells me.

This coming week looks like a real killer, a test, a friend in town for a business trip, a 21st party, an interview, helping another friend with an aikido demo, and finally on the weekend, turning up for a Malaysian film festival in sarong kebaya and borrowed jewellery. Oh, and working on the weekend too.

HP5 is over, but there are still lots of movies out there that I want to catch. My art house days are over, and I am not ashamed to admit it.

Stardust - because it was written by neil gaiman and the trailer was impressive
Across the universe - a Beatles musical (ps you can watch clips of both at fabulist)
Beowulf - also because neil had a hand in the screenplay and I read the book, which is the basis for all good fantasy novels.
The golden compass - because the dark materials trilogy is going to be the next big thing.

And of course HP 6 and 7. I get a kick out of seeing the distinguished cast point wands at each other, especially when you've seen the same actors go all stiff upper lipped in period dramas.

Just got back from seeing King Lear, which ran for about... 4 hours. Almost Bollywood, it even had some songs, just not the dancing. It was very good, very intense and very precise, but my olde english is rusty so some parts I was lost. It was also the very first Shakespeare play I've seen live, everything else has been on film. I miss the cinematic close up, but only because we were in the cheapest seats (which were not very cheap either).

I was really worried about Sir Ian McKellen's nude scene, and if it would put me off LOTR and XMen reruns forever but I shouldn't have bothered. Me and my gay friend agreed he is a man blessed with many talents (ahem) . I guess there is a reason (besides artistic integrity) why he is willing to drop his dacks night after night on a world tour.

And I almost got the dates mixed up, so I would have turned up tomorrow and realised the tickets were for yesterday....