i want this on a t shirt

2012 and The Informant!

watched these two movies in quick succession following a long hibernation from the theatres man. i really love watching at Lido, i don’t know why in particular but i’m sure the thick popcorn smell, the very-long escalators, the many ticketing counters, the fact that it’s not GV or Cathay and many secondary school outings right after the last exam paper all contribute to my affection for watching at lido, hehe.

watched 2012 with joyce! CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!! sorry, effects of walking in town. to me, 2012 is an adventure ride. it’s not meant to be explored for it’s plot (dude, if you must insist, of course there is no plot! the world is supposed to end -.-) or realism, although greg was quite funny to say that everything missed john cusack by exactly 2cm, hahaha.

during the show, i realised that mark hughes can be the translator for the japanese PM if he finds himself unemployed. also, if the world was seriously going to end soon, i’d fly to the dalai lama’s Plateau of Peace or tHat place with some similar austere name. it’s seriously beautiful, just a flat courtyard with a hut and a bell to ring, coupled with awesome mountain peaks. it looks like a great place to meet your maker, heh.

okay most importantly, i can assure you that the world will not end in 2012. the mayans didn’t predict the end of the world in that year, they simply stopped counting lah. hahaha. no seriously, think about it, 2012 wouldnt be 2012 to them. to them, it would be a long series of squiggles which would amount to something close to approaching infinity. if they were say, 10 000 BC, 2012 will look like MMMMMMMMMMMMXII to them, just to use roman numerals for example. if i’m the chief mayan astrologer, i’d be like, dude, who cares man?!# let’s just stop this calendar writing business already. it’s like us not really caring when the sun will implode, explode cos according to current calculations, it’s somewhere…. in the future of futures to come.

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The Informant! is seriously an underrated movie. it won’t win any <top notch> prizes but trust me, after spending 1 hr + going “EH WHATS GOING ON AH KENTAY CAN YOU PREASE EXPRAIN” in my head and suddenly REALISING what’s the catch, you feel v pleased with yourself and suddenly, it’s a great movie about the unreliable narrator blahblahblah.

the problem with such movies that lack ass kicking action and choosing to pan out the idea slowly is that it pisses people off. usually, these people sit behind me and condemn the movie a little too soon and a little too loudly for my ears. plus, in the end, they refuse to get it! another problem for such movies is that it’s hard to come up with a synopsis for it, without giving away The Catch or The Point. not sure if you get me lah, but i sure enjoy the company of kentay and luke! so there.

Spain vs Spain 2

spain beat austria 5-1. i’m curious to know if they had played with their entire bench on, what would be the result? perhaps not 5-1, but i bet it’s still a win. it’s unfair man, check it out ._.

meanwhile, i’m so happy singapore beat thailand!! okay la, i guess i don’t go watch the national team play on usual days, but still. i sincerely believe they should subsidize the prices of their jerseys. if it’s only $20 below the united jersey, obviously i won’t buy it what.

same thing, just a different coat of paint

as i embark on a major painting project (my room), i have a few bold proposals. some things ought to be re-labelled. or rather, replaced with their original labels.

consider:

1.   kentay suggested that Off-White should be from henceforth known as Normal. i wholly agree, since he totally understood what i meant when i said ‘normal’ as my reply to his question of the colour i chose to paint my room.

2.   i feel that Simply Magic is actually a sinister cloak for Sold-My-Soul-To-The-Devil. i mean, what iS pure magic? if it’s beyond dexterity, illusions and distractions, it must be supernatural?

3.   the Theory of Everything or Grand Unified Theory is actually, Truth. c’mon, don’t spend so much time hunting a concept that is put forth a long time ago by others.

if you are stephen hawking, cyril or offended, i’m sorry, but they look to me this way lah.

how to make dota last priority

as i enjoy, embrace and bask in the glory of uninterrupted freedom (mind you, i have reservist in may), i found a way to live meaningfully. i thought of this while swimming, the chlorine must have been helpful.

in order not to waste my day away, i set myself three objectives to fulfil:

1.   learn more about God or do something for Him

2.   help with the housekeeping at home or help someone out

3.   upgrade myself, be it physically or academically

so while QT, reading newspaper and practising piano when i need to is status quo, i get to enrich my day further!heheh.

why i want to get paid to build lego

they even made a tail for the prawn one! haha.

this world is full of old men

who love the sound of their own voice

who cling onto the vestiges of their past glories

who cant get enough of the taste of power

who beat down the views of the young, partly because they were beaten down before

who easily forget that they might be wrong

who invoke gods when challenged about their claim to a god-like status

who fear that the next generation is bent on reversing their good work

who inevitably inspires the next generation to emulate them on their own terms

i just pray i don’t become one

The Day After My Release

It’s the first day after i’m released from the army (it’s true, my date of release is stated clearly on my ceritificate) and i’ve accomplished the following:

1.   Waking up late

2.   Packed my room

3.   Cleaned up two computer areas

4.   Cleaned my fan

i was feeling quite proud of myself, but then i realised: oh man, i’m Still doing Area Cleaning. SAF would be proud.

big effort, little effort

ever since my grandmother stopped staying at my place because she had to take care of my great-grandmother, i haven’t really seen her much. that is mostly my fault, because despite my impending ord, i haven’t made enough time to be with her. i guess working life will be gradually worse, because we seem to think that once a month is enough, although its actually 1 in 30 days.

meanwhile, i went to eat dinner with my grandma and my greatgrandma on wednesday, along with joyce. life immediately slowed down, not because of their elderly age per se, but because when you see things from their perspective, life is really much simpler than we fuss it out to be. of course, i ought to be slapped for such a generic and useless statement but i guess its just a sweet time with them that i treasure – tasting my grandma’s cooking, bickering over who should take the last of the vegetable, watching how fast my greatgrandma finishes her orange juice.

there was this moment before dinner was served, my greatgrandma handed out tissue paper randomly to joyce, i don’t know, but my heart just melted. of course, the older generation know of her as a draconian matriach with a preference for sons but nevertheless.

when we sent my greatgrandma home, she immediately ate a potong icecream (she drinks lots of coke too, and is apparently a mahjong queen!), how cool is that?she also trundled along to a table and started playing solitare while joyce and i chatted with my grandma.

sometimes, i really do feel sorry for my grandma, she has to just stay home to accompany my greatgrandma but i also believe that God will honour her filial piety, although i feel that i’m being robbed of time with her. i admit i could always make the effort to go over more often, and i plan to do so during uni, heh.

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btw, my grandmother goes to run 6 rounds around the track at 6am daily, that ought to put 99% of us to shame.

town is starting to smell like christmas

i was in town on tuesday morning. and i had a great time milling about by myself, feeling very excited at how christmas is coming again! despite alighting too early from the bus, getting drenched by the rain while doing so (i’m inclined to believe that whenever i’m done with being drenched, the rain stops), walking the wrong day while in the underpasses and the likes of inconveniences, i was pratically unaffected and simply buoyant walking around. i attribute this to having absolutely no worries from being in army (or being away, having an off-day).

meanwhile, i was left free to roam the streets and draw many insights and insignificant thoughts, heheh.

#1

i do not identify with the pictures that portray singapore in books that market singapore as a tour destination. either those, or books that showcases singapore via photography. i’m pretty sure that most singaporeans feel the same way as i do. it’s not about generalization or art, it’s just a personal reaction, a sort of dis-engagement – the mental pictures of what makes singapore our home to us doesn’t concur with the photographer (or editor, come to think of it).

then i also realised, parisians probably get the same vibe when they see books about paris. or london-ers, etc. it’s the same reaction when we walk past souvenir shops in singapore that hawk stuff that we will never ever buy, except to play lan when we were teenagers (at this point i have to assure joyce that i was not such an example =P)

#2

i seriously don’t mind being a Bigshot’s driver. Bigshot here would mean foreign dignitaries or CEOs. (speaking of bigshot, did anyone notice the sheer volume of obituaries dedicated to an old lady on wednesday or thursday?) here are my perceived benefits – you get to drive a nice car, you get to serve somebody, help him get to places in the most efficient manner, read while waiting for him and enjoy privileges such as eating in the same restaurant as the Bigshot that might come with it …

the only reason dissuading me from seriously considering this wonderful job is, believe me when i say it, the sheer number of drivers that die in movies simply because they’re the driver. hahahahaha.

#3

i rejected a kind-looking person’s offer to talk to me more about the good work from the Singapore Heart Foundation. i was a little sheepish to do so because despite the fact that i don’t really intend to commit a pledge to them, i was also in a rush to go eat KFC. now i know the irony is great, i might end up being a beneficiary of SHF one day, haha.

i also realise that you cannot chill over KFC like you do over a cup of teh. now that might sound absurd to you, of course you cannot read a book or listen to your ipod conveniently without washing your hands each time you want to flip a page of change a song, but the truth is that i seriously tried to consider any activity that could help me ‘chill’, hahaha.

#4

libraries in singapore are being taken over by a secondary purpose – studying. imagine my guilt when i took up a seat to Read a Book and the horror when i realised that it was absolutely ridiculous that i felt guilty.

#5

sorry about this, but i sincerely believe that Noodles with Fried Wanton served with Oyster Sauce should not cost you, me or anybody $18.90 ++.