Laziness, lanterns and Boys' Night Out!

I fucking gross myself out with how lazy I am and my astonishing propensity for procrastination.

It is now mid-sem break and I am still grappling with issues such as whether to unwrap my textbooks so that I can at least know the colour of the font within or print my lecture notes as saving graces for happily ponteng-ing classes since the beginning of time.

Major dilemma is, unwrap and print already must READ!
Never unwrap, never print means got nothing to read ma.

Yes la I am a fucking escapist in denial.

And like past semesters, I forsee this saga culminating insidiously into heaps of overdue work and readings which if converted into money, can afford me 5 lamborghinis, even if it means having repeats of the same colour.

Kenny just called to remind me of an impending term paper dateline (coming Monday) for one of my modules. Out of the 6 lectures and 2 tutorials lapsed since the start of term, I've only been to half of the first lecture and zero tutorials.

Har? Write what term paper? Don't even know what's going on leh.
But I'll figure something out lah.

Problem with me is, I ALWAYS manage to figure something out.

At the eleventh hour, I can fucking word fucking magic and churn something out. Be it for my submissions, exams, assigments blah blah blah.

Yes I am lazy. I like to delay. I spend like 10 minutes trying to settle down with my books then give up and go do silly things like fiddling with lego blocks.

Big fat hairy deal?

I STILL SHOW RESULTS!
I DELIVER!

At the end of each and every semester, I can proudly post my results up on my blog and hao lian a bit to everyone because for my 3 entire years in NUS, I have been a above average student with the lowest grade I ever obtained being a very ugly and demeaning B.
And that's only one B mind you. No B+s also. I give very good reasons for my grandma to go around the marketplace boasting about me and my plentiful A's, albeit her having some problems pronouncing "A".

I'm not afraid to say I'm smart leh. I'm not being cocky hor. If you have it, flaunt it. Same logic as those people who saunter along East Coast Park or Siloso Beach topless because they have killer bods mah. Got then show lah!

And it's not all about brains anyway.
Must study smart!

Why plough through all 19 chapters when you know the exam's gonna comprise of only two bloody essays? Read those you like and write what you know la. Dunno don't write. Know then write. Very simple logic one leh.

But yeah lah.
Not an excuse for me to continue rotting in my disgustingly lackadaisical attitude towards school lah.

I should at least PRETEND to be conscientious and hardworking so that my mama won't think she's paying fees for me to sit at home, shake leg and peel dead skin all day long.



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Wah I had the shiokest mid-autumn festival this year!

Sunday was spent with Yanyan, Shuyin and Zhengchang at Yanyan's ulu ulu Loyang valley condo soaking lazily in the pool making a hell lot of obscence jokes and very irritating loud noises, followed by flopping on the deck chairs like wobbly dead squids.

There was this super act-chio chinese girl with a not-too-bad figure but very-very-bad face tanning at the other end of the pool whom we were continually bad mouthing and making snide comments about. All for no good and apparent reason. In fact, she was pretty harmless lah, splattered on her deck chair in a skimpy bikini while getting baked by the scorching sun and minding her own business. Ok lah. She had some pretty ugly company with her but yeah, still nothing really wrong.

Aiyah. We are so going to hell lah.

After swimming we COOKED.
Again.

Then Mike, June and Clara joined us for dinner, tea and mooncakes!!!







Bright and cheery colours turn me on biiig tiiimee duuuude!

The girls tried to suspend our lanterns on their pouted lips.
Clara failed, gave up and hung them on her ear instead.
Now we all now who gives good lip service when the curtains are drawn and the doors are shut.




And then we hop down to the old-school sandy sandy playground and cavorted around with paper lanterns and sparklers.










Shuyin bought the lanterns earlier at some provision shop adjacent to the condo's pool. Some people lor. Act girly-wirly and buy the small small cutesy ones. There were these small spherical ones with the brightest and most colourful retro prints on them which made me damn excited when I first saw them. Check the first picture out. Shuyin was holding one of these puny things.

Alas in the end, the dumbo spheres came without candle stands in them. Ok actually got. But only if you consider like a small flap of flimsy cardboard 0.5cm in width and like 1cm in length at the base of the sphere proper enough to support a normal, well developed candle not suffering from growth retardation. Got more stupid or not you tell me?

And when we finally managed to get the candles to stick, stand and stay after dripping like countless goblets of wax and cooking our fingers in the process, the diameter of the sphere turned out to be less than the height of the candle and the lanterns couldn't close fully without getting lit ablaze by the flame.

Which was exactly what the lanterns were good for anyway...



...to burn lor.

Which of course made Shuyin extremely ecstatic because the only thing she looked forward to the entire evening was not to carry lanterns but to burn them.

Very arsonist.
Fuck. I have weird friends man.



At least we had the conventional cylindrically shaped ones to keep us entertained lah.

Yanyan brought out some sparklers she had stashed away at home (dunno for what, foreplay maybe) and alas, they were disappointingly short-lived and quite unbright. Maybe that's what happens when you start sticking them up moist and dark places.

Anyways, we had pretty much lots of novel fun creating stunning visual effects out of them.
You bend them 90 degrees a bit above the metal handle, light them up, then spin them by the handles about the point of inflexion very quickly.

This is what you get!




VERY NICE!
June in the centre had the nicest effect.
Mine looked so lousy and mediocre leh. Blah.



Spent the rest of the night helping Yanyan scrub her filthy tiles and getting absurd wine stains off them.


BOYS' NIGHT OUT at my place on Monday evening for tea and mooncakes again.



I was just pretending to enjoy the pomelo la.
Actually, I hate them. Fucking bitter.
I think the pomelo is parsley's and celery's good friend because I hate all of them and naturally they would find solidarity by banding up against a common enemy like me.

I tell you, if I ever had to eat another mooncake within the week, or next 2 weeks for this matter, I will convulse, foam at the mouth and die. My mom just brought home a box set of Hilton mooncakes each with FOUR fucking yolks in them.

The yolk more than the lotus paste. Can die!
I'd rather eat durians I figure.




I like the symmetry of this shot! But I look damn black in it lah.




The boys watching youtube.
We spent the bulk of the evening gawking at silly youtube videos including Britney's flopped comeback performance, cheap Kelly Poon MTVs, gross old men digging their noses on MRTs and some very fake ghost clips la.

Aiyo I feel so juvenile. But we had a whole lot of good fun and laughter.
Getting together with the boys makes me feel genuinely happy, like there's no need for pretence or a pressure to watch what I say.

Tim actually got me a nice Nike singlet the last time we met for dinner as a birthday gift, albeit belated. Damn thoughtful lah.

Yup we don't see each other that often. We ain't paddling for the same team like we used to do so. One's an architect. One's a lawyer. Some are still slogging over school. But at the end of the day, it's heartening to know that it's real friendship we accord one another with.

Wah.
Suddenly so emo nemo.




Ed and Tim got bored playing with mooncake crumbs and decided to flex their biceps for the camera.

No. You really don't want to mess with these guys I swear.

(As I am typing this, Ed's MSN online status just flashed and I am laughing to myself cos I think it is fucking coincidental. Cheap thrill.)


We placed the cam on the floor, faced it up and looked down for a shot.



Remind me to never fucking pull the same stunt again because besides looking oddly disproportioned, everyone ended up looking weird and ghastly.

ANGLE ANGLE ANGLE!
ANGLE is VERY IMPORTANT!









Ate fucking lots of mooncake that night man. I think we all felt nauseous at the end.

You guys are dah bestest! =)

I lurbch all my friends laaaa.
Girl-friends, buddies, brothers, sisters yada yada!

I am dead certain I made at least 10 errors in the entry (typo, spelling, grammer etc) but I am too fucking lazy (what did I tell you?) to proof read and correct them. Every time I try to do so, the pretty pictures get me fucking distracted and I end up admiring them for the longest of time instead.

Give you a chance to gawk at my engrish leh!

And for the record, stop stealing pictures from my blog and Friendster and posting them up at weird places. It is very fucking rude to do so.

TWENTY THREEEEEEE !!! *gasp*

Warao long time never blog.

But it's been birthday week and I've been busy busy flitting around having very nice birthday dinners with very nice people.

As of now, I am a contented little boy because I know that at the very least, there are people who still remember and care enough to ask me out, buy me stuff and make sweet little gestures like sticking candles on a slice-o-cake or a pint of ice cream and then making me feel special.

For the last 3 hours, I have been sitting at my desk editing the photos I took over the week and playing around with Friendster. Ben says I am very fucking loserish because I'm still fiddling with and amusing myself with Friendster whilst the whole galaxy has comfortably migrated to Facebook.

Facebook very big deal meeeeeh?

Blah.




Daddy and Mummy bought me a supposedly very expensive chocolate cake and sang me a birthday song!!!

I was convinced the cake was ex because it tasted unbelievably rich and very very very very heavenly.

I love my Mum and Dad!




Dinner with Alaric, Jayson and Daniel (who had to leave early)!

The boys got me a slice of cake topped with a candle after dinner together with iPod radio attachment and an orange iPod sleeve - shared by the rest too.

Made me very freaking happy because the previous chiong iPod attachment I got from some obscure booth at Comex could not fucking work AT ALL! I got it on the last day of the fair and had no idea where the booth came from, probably some cheap stinky shop in Sim Lim or Funan but which exactly I don't know, and thus there was no way I could seek exchange or refund.
So much for imitation electronics hor. Now we all know better.

Kiddo Ala gave me a case heaped with happy looking coloured markers, perfect for my design module this sem, and a notebook with classic birthday wishes scribbled within. Sweet.

And all the stuff came packed nicely in a pretty cardboard box!



Kiddo Ala and I!
Thanks for being "dah-little-buddy" and for sticking thru all this while!


The girls and I took off for dinner at Sushi Tei and Ben & Jerry's after for desserts!






They stuck a candle atop a pint of strawberry cheesecake plus New York choc fudge ice-cream and sang me a chirpy birthday song.

Oh and Yanyan gave me Espirit vouchers worth a hundred bucks!
More new clothes!

Wah.
How can don't gam dong...hor?

Weirdly, the photos above, if looked at individually and not in the context of knowing it was MY birthday we were fussing over, it would look like the birthday candle was for each of the girls and not me because the tub was placed strategically in front of them in ALL of the photos.

Wanyi, who is now happily roosting down under in Aussie Wozzie, commented that YY and I looked very couplish and that she looked blissful in the photo.




I lurbch yew all tooooo!

Had dinner with girlplen Mandy too but the photos we took at Fosters with it's super-wuper quaint ambience turned out too dark and blurry for anything.

But of cos the both of us had a wondahful time talking and talking and talking (as usual) and she got me a nice snug beanie from HK!



THE BIRTHDAY LOOT!

Shiokness!



Wah not 21st still can get so many presents.
Not bad leh.

Thankeeeew ebelibardy for everything!!
The birthday smses, the cards, the pressies, the company blah blah blah.

It's times like these that I look at my life *emo emo* and feel that I'm indeed lucky and blessed to have pals, gals and family who care and loveeeee me *emo emo emo emo emoooo* despite me being the mean, horrid, rude and nasty person I am.

Ah...and those who have yet to buy me my birthday dinner (you all know who you are lah hor), don't think you can run away eh!!!

QUICKLY ASK ME OUUUUT!!!





Happy birthday to me!

Yaaaay!

Grooovy!

Wah lao.

I'm like so damn Hairspray siao can?
Which explains the new layout.

Happy-flappy-sing-song-dance movies always have this kinda clingy effect on me.

Hello! I watched Moulin Rouge a grand total of 16 times!
And now that I've conveniently reminded myself, I think I shall go dig out the DVD and watch again later.

Your best friend Elson sent me a thesis which drawled on and on about how I'm devastaingly lacking in humane moral values and that I'm gonna suffer retribution so severe yada yada I will burn in hell yada yada.

Please lah. My accumulated karma is probably enough to bury me alive already leh.

I think somewhere along the lines he mentioned something about sueing me for slander (shouldn't it be libel instead?) and defamation. Wah. So scared. Lucky I have many many lawyer friends!

I'm not gonna expend more than 4 paragraphs on him because he is expired news and I cannot be bothered be with. You shouldn't too.

On to happier news.

My McNugget (Wanyi is very angry with me because I kept spelling it as MacNuggets. "NO 'a' NOOO 'a', she says ) cravings drove me so nuts, I realised there was no point in living my life in constant agonising oppresion. At 1.24am 2 nights back, I walked into Macs and brought home a 6 piece nugget meal. Upsized somemore cos the fries smelt so damn good!

Fat then fat lah hor.

I never recalled Ronald MacDonald, or Birdie, or Hamburglar, or Grimace ever telling me Macs is fattening leh. They look like pretty honest and decent people who are unlikely to cheat and mislead innocent kids into get hooked on stuff which might end up clogging arteries later in their lives, so I shall conveniently assume Macs is harmless stuff.

*deluded*

And hellooooo, where the fuck are they anyway?
Like when was the last time you walked into Macs and are able to feel genuinely happy because you see Ronald and his chirpy gang painted on the walls and beckoning at you welcomingly?

Granted, it's not like they've become totally extinct. More of endangered lah, like pandas or something. Quite rare and hard to spot.

Which left me pondering over how Macs has changed over the years. Albeit being a commercial establishment from the start, it's become ostensibly more commercialised. Of course, clap clap clap for it's expanded range of services like home delivery (which is not free I just realised) and 24/7 outlets which have half their air-con systems shut after midnight so you can sit and enjoy sleepless nights soaked in stifling grease.

Ronald and gang are probably on unpaid leave and hibernating in Siberia because Macs has stopped targeting children as their primary consumer base and moved on to the larger masses. It's no longer a kid's thingy. Their ads speak volumes for their evolving marketing strategy. There's the eerie looking moon-faced thingy with his/its saxophone coaxing pubesecent teens to not go home and instead, rot at Macs gouging on fries and free plain water at unearthly, past midnight hours. Little boys and girls don't exactly pick up the phone and dial for their burgers while watching soccer on tv.

Mac's is for everybaaardy now and you're supposed to be able to walk in, grab a Happy Meal (which makes me very happy indeed because of the toy) even if you're 69 and wearing adult diapers, without feeling paiseh.

Of course, nothing wrong per se with diversifying their consumer base. Must keep up with the times mah. But are the new and the old really mutually exclusive? Surely, clown-faced Ronald and his bumbling legion didn't need to have their airtime cut so drastically leh.

Modern kids might still love Macs and its entire greasy repertoire but they'll never be getting THE Mac experience we used to have back in times whereby Mac was mainly a kid's thingy.

Warao. I want to watch dancing hotcakes and flying burgers grooving to the tune of "if you wake up to the happy sound, yippee yai yai, yippee yai yai yai! The rocking hot cakes are coming around!" on mainstream TV channels! I don't even think they play such things on Kids Central nowadays. And where's stuff like the old granny going "dai ni chu lai hen ma fan"?

And the popularised Happy Meal toys leh? They used to play it up on TV so much that everyone knew what toy was available what week and when. Kids nowadays possibly ain't even aware that the meals actually come with something you can play with and keep. Aye, I still have a set of those rubber toy dragons that came with Happy Meals during the Chinese New Year seasons ok!

Children nowadays don't know what they are missing out on lah. They're being made to grow up too fast in all aspects. Now, even Macs is driving them in that direction. Very cham.

Ironically, it is the old fogeys like us who are clamouring for a taste of such familiar and juvenile pleasures which once used to grow up on and rather unfortunately, we're not likely to ever get them again.

I want my childhood Mac-xperience baaaaack!!!!!

I'm such a "home-wrecker"! Hur hur!

Ever since I got back to updating the blog, I've been getting quite some emails.


Random ones from random people, but nonetheless littered with the very mundane and very boring old stuff like "I like your blog", "I think you are bloody pretentious", "you write well", "you are cute", "stop thinking you're so damn good-looking cos you are not" blah blah blah blah.

Warao.
Don't they like teach creativity and originality in schools anymore?

What?
Tagging on good ol' tag-boards getting out of fashion issit?

Or issit cos I don't reply to my tags so people need to air their comments over email?

Of course, if you have nice things to say or pleasant words of encouragement, I welcome your emails with open arms and legs and whatever. Don't come and tell me I am shameless. Please lah! Who doesn't like positive comments and a pat on the back?

Conversely, if you are feeling sore and vindictive and want to send me a cheap, unintellectual email telling me I am ugly or fat or smelly or that reading my blog gives you the rashes, don't. I will ji tao ignore you. Worse, if I'm in an insultive mood, you might be quite unpleasantly humiliated.


Just last night, this email came in.




Nothing offensive at all. In fact, brimming with adulation and encouragement.
That's why I had to blot out the identity of the sender since he had no malicious intents at all.

Thank very much for taking note of me although I think it is not exactly difficult to spot a hip arts guy amongst the engineering masses. ( I can smell the vehement insults coming in already ).

Also, I don't give my MSN address out to random strangers as and when it is being asked for. I am not doing MLM or selling some blah ginko and seaweed health extract so I don't exactly intend to know the whole fucking world. Point being, don't ask, thank you.

Ok back to the harmless email.
I replied politely and thanked him diplomatically for his kind words, albeit declining to offer my MSN lah.

Just this morning, this email came in.




I'm not blotting out the sender's identity this time round cos unfortunately for him, I woke up today feeling like insulting someone or killing random animals. Elson's mail makes possible the former and I honestly think people like him need to be brutally humiliated for being so fucking stupid.

I cannot be dead sure that this one and the previous email are linked or that the guy who sent me the previous mail is indeed Elson's boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend if bf really did dumped Elson's sorry ass).

But the temporal coincidence of both emails and the fact that both mentioned something about me constantly cavorting around in Engineering despite being an Arts student (they might have deliberated over this in their discussion/fight), plus double mentions of spotting me with that unapproachable look just leads me to logically deduce that there might probably be some underlying connections.

Be it or be it not, it doesn't change the harsh reality that simply by walking around in engine minding my own business, I have so heartlessly caused poor Elson Seetoh to kena ditched or face potential ditching by his boyfriend of 2 long, loving years.

Boo-hoo.
I'm going to hell, BUT I AM SO NOT SORRY CAN?

Seetoh ah Seetoh (I know for sure you are reading this), is your bf/ex-bf not giving you enough good sex? Why are you so anal-retentive. Afterall, anal-retention isn't supposed to get you better ass-prodding, you know that right?

I'm gallivanting all over Engine because I so badly want to seduce your bf/ex-bf who is oh-so-crazy over me. Well, that, on-top of the fact that I have a part-time job in one of the Engine blocks lah.

What? So now it becomes my fault that your bf/ex-bf is going goo-gaa-goo-gaa-gaa over me and my blog? Or is it yours for not being able to give him the hots they way I do?

Either you are very ugly, very stupid, or both, which render you so incapacitatedly insecure and paranoid. For these very reasons, you truly deserve to be dumped hard and fast.

To the bf/ex-bf (whom I am more certain is reading this), please lah, do yourself a mega-favour and ditch Seetoh Elson, if you haven't already done so. I don't know if it works the same way for you too, but freakily paranoid and dumb people like him make me itch uncontrollably because I'm allergic to stupidity.

Back to you, Elson.
It is indeed true that I hang out with good-looking and popular people, they way you said it, only because relative to you, most people can quite aptly be described to be that way.

And no no no I don't exactly think I'm cute and intelligent. Rather, I don't really need to because a lot of other people, including your bf/ex-bf already have done the thinking on my behalf. I'm so lucky ain't I?

Either get a restraint order, a straitjacket and a muzzle for your bf (provided you still have one) if you decide on being so insistently possessive or convince him to elope with you to Iceland where you all can share an igloo and he'll never set eyes on others again (unless polar bears and penguins work out fine for him as well).

Don't bother me with your petty domestic quarrels.
Call the police or something.



That was Mr. Elson Seetoh for you.

If you're bored or something, go try stealing his bfs/gfs/dog/goldfish/pencil-box from him lah. Very entertaining.

Many many food!

Short short post today, with some quite expired pictures.

I am in a very disgruntled mood now because it is very very warm.

The air is not moving and I am sitting in my stifling room taking cursory glances at shopping catalogues and the multitude of ads from Courts, Harvey Norman, mobile dealers etc etc flooding yesterday's papers.

And that, above the fucking humid weather, is annoying me quite badly because I realised that I need (want) many many new things of which I am currently unable to afford.

Samsung U700, a gold PSP, tickets (and a companion) to watch The King and I, a laptop cooler (My lappie is burning up and shutting itself off sporadically and it is kanina disconcerting), and a BMW 7 series.

Warao.
Being a poor, incomeless student sucks.

The only craving I can satiate and afford is chicken MacNuggets.

I keep having constant, sudden desires for MacNuggets ok. Very bizarre. Out of the blue, golden brown Nugget chunks with stumpy feet and arms (like those in the ancient Mac ads) will randomly dart through my mind and then dance to the "good time, great taste" jingle.

Then I will contemplate calling MacDelivery which is supposed to be 24/7 and has no extra delivery charge, JUST for one box of 20pc nuggets. Which leaves me very conflicted and troubled because it is quite paiseh call up for one pathetic order of nuggets, but at the same time, I am lazy to walk down and get them myself despite Macs being a 3 min walk away from my block.

Hai.
Now you see why I'm such an angst-filled teenager.


Photos like I mentioned.

From last week, or was it last last week, when Shuyin and I had a cookout at Yanyan's new condo.

Now people high class hor.
Live condo already hor.




Ladies in the kitchen!
Sexy!

Shuyin is very gross. She is a closet exhibitionist because she knew I was snapping pictures from behind (my new SLR makes very loud and camera-like snapping noises) so she purposely pull up a bit of her bra for the camera.

White and lacey somemore.

I cannot post direct shots with their faces because they will complain very ugly cos never put makeup la, this la that la! And then I will get death threats from either stating that they will find the ugliest picture of me from our entire photo-taking history (which is quite rich) and then put it up on their blogs.

I will not take such unnecessary risks.












Photos courtesy of my new, spank-ass Olympus digital SLR camera!

Food tasted as good as they looked, especially the portobello mushrooms!

I honestly think we are very talented. *smirk*


And there was desserts with Shuyin and Lulu at Island Creamery 2 nights back.

If you don't know what or where Island Creamery is, you are indeed very swaku and for that, you deserve to eat low-grade, oily and cheap Marigold neopolitian (is that how you spell it? The flavour with 3 stripes one lah) for the rest of your mediocre life!




Tea tarik, horlicks, pear sake, tiger beer sorbet, kaluah and coconut (erm..) flavours!

Subsequently when Shuyin and I got home after that, we couldn't sleep!
Sugar rush leh!

We did some nifty photoshop on this picture, printed it out with the outlet's complimentary photo paper and printer, then added it to the montage of photographs gracing the shop's interior.



Very nice!
Look out for us when you visit!

I am quite in a good mood suddenly because I've been reminded by an A*mei song playing on 93.3 that I've bought tickets for her concert in November with Becca and Kuahkuah.

So exciting!

MacNuggets anyone?

Wah...I finally blogged!

I have not blogged for ages and it took 4 tries before I could get my blogger password correct.

Lazy lah.

Nothing much is happening because I am no longer in the laid-back-land-of-pleasures where I sleep at 4am everyday and wake up at 4pm to do absolutely nothing but look forward to sleeping at 4am again.

I am back in sweltering hot Singapore where I have to walk with my arms raised every 10 minutes so that I can air my pits and not drown in my torrents of stinky sweat.

But alas, home is where the heart is leh. Aye! I felt cryish singing Majulah Singapura at the NDP preview ok! I also felt cryish when I watched little boys, little girls, aunties, uncles and all the chap-a-lang people recite the pledge over television during the actual parade. In fact, I am the true epitome of a flag-waving patriot because I can very sing national songs off memory without consulting lyrics. With conviction and feelings somemore one ok!



Weiyin and I at the Marina Bay 2007 preview.

Last week, I went to watch 881 and I happened to quite-like it, afterwhich I went around telling random friends that it was actually worth a $9.50 ticket.

Come on lah.

If you want to be fussy and picky and critical and lament that the plot is skimpy and the love-triangle shit is cliche blah blah blah, fine. But it would be undoubtedly hard to discount the film for its glitzy bling-bling, glam costumes and the entertaining repertoire of song and dance, unless of course if you're blind, deaf or simply lack an eye for aesthetics.

I thought the acting was quite riveting as well, although the emotional scenes were a little too drawn-out and somehow coerced.

I am not a professional film critic la so I will not pretend to act like one.
Underlying point being, I thought the film was a decent production and I genuinely enjoyed it, at best for it's superficial properties.

And so like I said, I started propagating the film to my friends la. And because I obviously make friends with people with good taste and open minds, most of them liked it too.

With exceptions.

I was watching a youtube clip of one of the movie's songs in lecture 2 days back when this random guy sitting next to me stole a glance at it, and then commented,

"Oh. You watched the movie ah?"

To which I replied, "Yah" very nonchalantly without even looking him in the eye because I do not like to talk to strangers. Worse, ugly strangers.

"How was it?"

"I like it," I told him. "It's worth a watch."

"Wah! Don't want la! Local production watch on VCD can already. Plus it's hokkien speaking. So low-class!"

Ok.

Not word for word, but the gist is there.

Fucking rude I tell you.

First, you peek at other people's laptop. Second, you interrupt my video-viewing by starting a conversation with me without even saying hi. Then you come and insinuate that I have no class and taste because I professed my liking for a supposedly hokkien, thus low-class movie.

Hokkien = low-class meh?

Why?

Because cheebye and lanjiao and kanina and the entire wonderful family of explicit profanities happen to be hokkien issit?

"Fuck" is also a very very rude word. In fact, it is the rudest rude word that your mother and father and grandmother and grandfather warned you about. It is the king of rude words because it's part of the world's most spoken language which a lot a lot of people will understand and then come to dislike you if you mouth it at them.

Does that make Hollywood flicks in which "fuck" is being screamed and ranted in like every other line low-class as well? Highly unlikely.

Not a single hokkien profanity was used in 881. How does that make it any lower-class than any other English film littered with coarse and undignified language. Not that I have anything against the word "fuck". Don't come point fingers at me and accuse me of acting politically correct yada yada. In fact, I am an ardent fan of the word "fuck" because of it's amazing versatility and ease of use. Just that right now, if the coarseness of language is to be used as an indicator of whether a film is low-class or not, then 881 would very evidently fall short of such a judgment call.

Unless you argue that hokkien is by nature a low-class language, regardless of vulgarities or not.

Which shouldn't even be worth arguing about since it is a ridiculously unfounded assertion. If so, that would make a lot of our ah-mahs, ah-gongs, aunties, uncles, ah-cheks, ah-sims, ah-pa and ah-bu very very low-class and depraved because a lot of them speak and converse in fluent hokkien.

Go lor.

Tell them they are low-class lor.

Conversely, I think the hokkien dialogue and songs add flavour and authenticity to the film.

I can relate to it tonnes better than the perfectly prosed archaic mandarin in Curse of The Golden Flower or Flying Daggers or whatever there is.

Dialects are a fading tradition ok. I mean, how many people within our generation can decently pull off speaking or understanding a Chinese dialect?

Fuck. I am Cantonese by blood but I cannot understand and speak Cantonese. But at least I feel deep remorse and regret over this sad truth. I WISHED I could, so that I can order dim sum with more gusto, watch campy HongKong police serials without having to squint at the badly-worded English subtitles and loudly sing Shang Hai Tan at KTV sessions.

I WANT to be able to master Cantonese and I do not find speaking my dialect low-class or what not.

Saving grace is that I can speak and understand hokkien to a degree of decent fluency.

And because of this, I confidently feel that I am superior to the masses (my generation) because I am pretty certain most are don't know even a single dialect, and don't give a flying fuck at all.

And it is such cultural apathy that will inevitably erode the fine flavours of our traditions and roots. 30 years down the road, our children will not know understand a single word of dialect languages because we, their parents, cannot speak or understand them in the fucking first place.

I will mock the heavens the day kids start to not know what "cheebye" and "lanjiao" means.

And it's indeed a pity because like any other language, they deserve to be preserved and perpetuated for their distinct modes of expression.

Gone would be the days whereby Cantonese cook good soup, Teochews make good porridge, Hokkien make good business people yada yada yada. Yah. These may be stereotypes. But still, culturally sanctioned stereotypes which hold, or once held much truth in them.



On a different, yet equally irritating note...

...for fuck's sake, please STOP sending me emails or tagging me telling me how not-good-looking I am and that I should not think that I am good looking or what not.

I DID NOT, at any point of time, publicly profess that I think I look good.

People usually say that on my behalf when they run into me on the streets or in the gym or something. I cannot control what they choose to say or convince them otherwise, and I have absolutely no good reasons to.

I am entitled to their compliments as much as they are entitled to compliment me, if they think I deserve it.

If you're not happy with it, maybe cos you're sore, sour, jealous etc etc, then take your petty grievances elsewhere, perhaps to some cheap plastic surgery outlet, instead of sending me trashy emails or tags detailing how shameless and ugly I am. I have had enough of such pathetic nonsense really.

The world is indeed full of stunningly stupid people.



I'm so in love with the 881 songs, I think I will buy the soundtrack.

You should too, if you liked them.

Support local lah!!!

Tolay is flylay!

Today is Friday.

That makes yesterday Thursssssdaaay!

And yesterday was also a relatively happy day because fucked up and very brainless UNSW exams finally (after one entire week of snail-paced drudgery) ended.

Gong hei gong hei ah!

And so I went to look Jac up on campus at the law faculty, not cos she's a fledgling lawyer but cos she had to run some very serious *cough cough* errands there. Aye...people had to pick up and then deliver important package ok.

Hanging around with Jac = take many many many photos!

Don't take wasted cos we both own uber sleek and powerful digital cameras.
When their powers combine, we can snap very snazzy and of cos very many shots of ourselves and whatever other rubbish that comes along our way.








Ah.
You all see me beaming very radiantly right?

*smug*

Exam over happy lah. I'm seldom so smiley ya know. Brett says I look like Oscar the Grouch when I'm out and about with a normal expression. Brett is a very rude boy, but since I'm in a good mood, I shall agree with him for once.

On a side note, please kindly ignore my hair in the pic and all other pics to come.

As of late, I try to avoid walking under birds or going anywhere near one because I have good reason to worry about them roosting and then laying an egg on my head. Fuck char kway teow and chai tao kway man. The first damn thing I'll get done when I hit home is to CUT MY HAIR!

Waaargggh!

After trotting about on Jac's delivery mission, we went shopping in the city, met up with Warren and Sarah, and caught Ocean's 13.

Then DINNER!
Got good food means must blog liao lah. *Heh heh*

We ate at a Bavarian pub/restaurant at the Rocks, near Opera House, called LowenBrau.

Don't know how to pronounce lah.

For the stupid-wupids, Bavaria is Germany's largest state and since last night, I have decided to like Bavaria because presumably, it has extremely good and delectable cuisine.

The same way I decided to like Sweden because of Ikea meatballs, Korea *ahem* because of my trusty Samsung digicam and Tasmania because of wombatish wombats.



Wooooo!

Heaps massive place with great ambience, very very pretty Bavarian (I hope) waitresses frolicking around in their low cut Bavarian dresses, dispensing beer and serving platters.
Complete with rich Bavarian accents.

Very Bavarian indeed aye!
I like!

(Each time I type the word "bavarian, I pronounce it mentally in my head and it sounds suspiciously like "barbarian". Quite funny.)




Happy, hungry and soon-to-be-very-gluttony people.

Ok jiang zhong dian.

Warren and I had this huge meat platter for 2.

By huge I mean huge because Aussie servings are by right huge to start off with and when already huge stuff is further described as huge, then it actually means very very huge.

Understand?

Full stacked with an assortment of sausages (Warren and I both loved the one stuffed with melted and oozing cheese), hams, roasted pork belly, mash, pickled cabbages, schnitzels and topped with a golden brown chunk of crackled pork knuckle!

And there was this tangy gravy we drizzled over everything.
And mustard too!



The wheat beer Warren and I got had a fruity mango flavour to it.
Fucking unique can.

We couldn't finish the food lah.
The last I saw, almost a quarter of the pork knuckle, a huge thick wad of honeyed ham and half a chicken schnitzel was left. We had to sweet-talk the boobsie waitress into seriously clearing the platter away from the table cos she was so convinced I looked like I had the capability to eat more.

No need to say lah.
I felt fucking fat after the meal (bah what's new?).

Every bit worth it though!!!

I'm headed down to Berrima tomorrow with the boys for the Chinese restaurant we missed out on weeks back. No more heroic adventures this time round puh-leeese!

Must enjoy whatever's left of Aussie Wozzie eh.

Oh yeaaah!

All the best team!
Give the other boats a run for their money ah!

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!