Friday, 30 December 2005
Forget that tall tall hotel. Forget that one with the number 13 on it. And don't even mention that funny durian building.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the single greatest architectural achievement in Singapore.... The Amazing HDB FLAT!!!!
Look at the startlingly beauty of it! Look at the poise, the design! Not the wonderful blandness of the colour, and how the tree is so much more attractive!
Nowhere else in the world will you see a greater variety of similar looking buildings in one area!
Note the remarkable symmetry of the design. Note how each unit blends into the other to create one coherant and indistinguishable design that gives the entire building its uniformed charm.
Finally! A dash of colour! Look how amazingly straight and true these buildings are!
One great thing about the architecture here is, all the buildings are so similar, that unless you're Singaporean and have grown up among these giants buildings clones, you can even get lost looking for your block!
Notice how wonderful the skyline of Singapore is with these great buildings in the foreground. Any skyline shot of Singapore should include shots of these massive rows of architectural wonders, instead of those boring shots of those durians and tall tall buildings. THIS is the real Singapore skyline, since chances are you will probably see these more often than that durian building anyway...
See how tall they are. they may not be skyscrapers, but they are a lot better than skyscrapers. Why?
Well, which skyscraper would let you hang your wet laundry and underwear outside the window?
There you have it. the Amazing Mono-Coloured HDB flat of Singapore! comes with free underwear extensions and tiny toilets! Elevators optional, depending on which floor you live on!
Don't you wish KL had these instead of our boring semi-D houses and rows of bungalows??
Required reading: The (Un)Amazing and Utterly (Un)Incredible HDB Flat!
Thursday, 29 December 2005
It never ceases to amaze me how much girls love shopping. My larling's eyes practically LIGHT UP whenever she goes shopping, and they could outshine the sun whenever she sees the word 'SALE'.
Anyway, we were out shopping again yesterday (what else is there to do here eh? Visit HDB flats?), and everywhere we went, the shops were FILLED with people. and for every guy in the shop, there were at least TWENTY women!
They (the women) were running around, trying out clothes, rifling through the bargain bins, lining up for the cashier or the fitting rooms (with ARM-LOADS of clothes to try), and some even tried them on without even bothering to go to the fitting rooms (of course, they didn't take anything OFF lar... damn).
All the time, I was wondering:
- What's the difference between THIS blouse and the one you just showed me?
- Does that woman REALLY think she can fit into THAT top?
- Yer gods, you mean girls actually BUY and WEAR these things?
- I wonder how many of these women will actually BUY something...
- Gee whiz, who DESIGNS these things?
- there are so many designs in here, I wonder if there are any that NO ONE EVER BUYS (if there is, then that designer must REALLY suck)
- You mean you spent HALF AN HOUR lining up for the fitting room, tried on those outfits for ANOTHER half an hour, and you're not buying ANY????
- Looking bored
- Wandering around aimlessly
- Following behind their girlfrind/wife like a puppy
- Nodding and pretending to know what they are talking about when the partner asks for their opinion about whether the brown sweater looks better or the red sweater looks better
- Carrying a bag full of purchased items
- Carrying an arm-full of clothes that their partner wants to try on
- Holding their hand-phone in their hands with authority, like they are conducting some important business (when they are actually calculating the cost of the stuff his partner wants to buy on the HP's calculator function.)
- Loitering outside the fitting rooms waiting for the partner to finish trying on her 24432 outfits
- If there is a men's section in the store, expect to see bored-looking guys rifling through the racks and looking at stuff as if they actually WANT to buy them
- If there are seats around the shop, expect them to be full of guys holding lots of bags
- Looking around the shop at other girls, while pretending to be interested in that pink blouse she is trying on
BTW, don't complain there are no pictures. You want pictures of Singapore and Singaporean girls? Go to Kennysia.com.
Wednesday, 28 December 2005
I didn't see much. Why? Because the CROWDS of PEOPLE were all in front of me, crowding me out of EVERYWHERE, SUFFOCATING me so badly that I eventually just ended up at my old haunt (Borders) where I spent half the day reading Neil Gaiman.
When I eventually tried walking over to the Kinokuniya in Ngee Ann City, it was raining outside, so I terpaksa go and shuffle along with the mindless drones in the underground passes, where the corridors were all divided into two - one going up and one going down (duh).
Feeling a bit like being part of a herd of cows, I shuffled along, stepping on some heels, ran away from donation collectors, and finally got to the place.
Being the toy freak I am, I went to Takashimaya's toy section, which I discovered had been recently turned into a madhouse. Or maybe it just seemed that way, with all the screaming kids all around, grabbing Transformers out of my grubby little hands.
Screw it all, I decided to go to Kinokuniya, where I decided to buy a Sandman comic to read.
I took it from the shelf, and looked for the cashier, and what do I see? WAHLAU, the line got at least FIFTY PEOPLE in it!
Forget it, I put the book back, and went off to the MRT where I once again was squeeze into an eyeris-shaped sardine, and got off at Raffles Place, where I finally went to the toy shop there and BOUGHT SOMETHING! WOW!
So, after FIVE HOURS of wandering around malls and getting stuck in throngs of people, what did I finally buy?
A few Lego parts and a Lego Man. All for a grand total of SGD8.60.
Today, I shall continue my free-spending activities and line up to eat some bland, overpriced Roti Canai (oh, sorry, roti PRATA).
I'm having so much fun here, can you tell?
Tuesday, 27 December 2005
Anyway, spending the day after Christmas in Singapore was pretty nice. After all, I had my larling with me, we were out shopping, and the shops we went to were playing nice Chinese New Year carols....
EH? Chinese New Year carols?
CHINESE NEW YEAR SONGS?!?!! ALREADY?!?!??!
GAH! KILL ME NOW!
It's only been ONE day AFTER Xmas, and ALREADY you people can't WAIT to break out the Chinese New Year records?
And not even proper Chinese New Year records at that, but bloody TECHNO Chinese New Year songs. PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP! I still have nightmares of that techno-CNY-version of My Heart Will Go On back in 1998!
And while I'm on the subject of techno music, WHY does it seem as though almost EVERY clothes store I go into here play TECHNO MUSIC? It's like a whole COUNTRY of Sungai Wang Plaza stores!
And what's this in the lyrics? "Dong Dong Ciang, Selamat Hari Raya, Dong Dong Ciang"????? What the heck is THAT? Talk about semangat muhibah eh? Talk about a song that can be played for ALL festivals, eh?
Today, I shall be venturing out further into this country. Wish me luck, and I'll take some pictures of HDB flats for you.
Monday, 26 December 2005
I remember being online almost all day refreshing the news pages for updates on the tsunami.
I remember calling my parents in Penang and being relieved to find out they were safe
I remember updating my girlfriend and her family every other hour on the death toll
I remember the shock of realising the horror of it all.
It's been one year since that fateful day when countless Asians died under the force of nature.
May their memories live forever.
Sunday, 25 December 2005
Anyway, I got tagged with this darn Xmas meme by The Visitor (who is sulking that I always don't do his memes wan) and Jacy (who wants my vodka... RIGHT).
So, this is what I'm supposed to do:
- List who you want your Santa Claus to be (the bearer of the gift);
I want my Santa Claus to be.... Yoda!
(picture of Hasbro's Holiday Edition Yoda taken from Rebelscum.com)
- State the gift you wish to get:
I want Yoda's lightsaber. And his Force powers. He can keep the green skin and funny ears.
- Then invite a few friends to join the tag, and inform them by dropping a comment in their blog.
Xmas is almost over oledi lar. So scratch this. :D
Ok. That's about it. end of meme. Can you stop merajuking now, Visitor?
Thursday, 22 December 2005
HOWEVER. I'm going to be in Singapore for FIVE FREAKING DAYS, and while I would very much love to spend every minute with her while I'm there, problem is... she's working in the day.
Which leaves ME with nothing to do in the daytime while I'm there.
I certainly can't spend all five days looking for toys
I certainly can't stay go and lepak in Borders ALL DAY every day for five days!
I certainly can't bring the laptop along and BLOG all day for FIVE DAYS (then again, mayeb I can)
So there is my dilemma: What the heck am I gonna do there???????
Wednesday, 21 December 2005
Sure, things could be better here and there (money-wise, especailly), but overall, I'm doing what I like, and while there may be some things that I don't like doing, I still think it's the bigger picture that counts.
After all, where others have their film-making, musical or other lofty aspirations to aspire to, I'm actually doing something that I like VERY much AND something that I know I am fairly good at. In fact, it's probably the only skill I have that I can be proud of, besides my repertoire of useless skills like tearing open chili sauce packets while holding a burger in one hand, or eating ice-cream while driving, and whacking people with my badminton racquet.
I don't complain about work much, mostly because I don't really think there is much for me to complain about. Like that Monty Python song, I like to look on the bright side of life most of the time, because like I keep telling Erna, things could always be worse.
Well, at least things have always been like that for me. Even when shit hits the fan at work, or people complain to me about it, I think, "Hell, it could be worse."
At least right now I'm doing what I like, and enjoying it. Sure, sometimes the sheer inaneness and routine that I have to go through on the job sometimes may be frustrating at times, but when taken against all that I actually like about it, I'd say it's worth it all.
After all, when I get frustrated these days, I just look at this cartoon and think... "Hey, it could be worse. I could be stuck in a REAL JOB."
Tuesday, 20 December 2005
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[11:45] eyeris: KDGFJD ???
[11:46] eyeris: *sfjdgdt*
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[11:47] FireAngel: OERJIARIJA!!!!
[11:47] eyeris: JSF!
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[12:04] FireAngel: ... -_-"
[12:04] eyeris: ^_^
[12:05] FireAngel: yukop?
[12:06] eyeris: pokoov!
[12:08] FireAngel: huyijako!
[12:08] eyeris: HAIT!
Possibly related posts: Bleh.
Monday, 19 December 2005
Anyway, we got to talking one day about favorite drinks, and I mentioned that one of my favorite 'mixtures' was something called a 'Submarine', which a Mexican friend of mine had taught me how to make a while back.
What I like about it is the mixture of Tequila and Beer, which makes for an interesting mix, and the fact that there's a glass floating in a glass...
Don't understand what I mean? Then check out this step-by-step guide on How To Make Your Own Submarine (Drink)...
Of course, ideally, the tequila should be a good brand that is 100% Agave extract, because those taste a whole lot better than the ones sold locally... Not that I've bought many local tequilas though. Anyone can recommend a good one?
As for the beer... anything also can lar. Carlsberg still sucks though.
Like this step needs explaining. You can choose to have it filled to the brim or just halfway, depending on how high you wanna get. Heh.
Oh BTW, and that shotglass I'm using is supposed to be some sort of 'dancing shotglass' that spins around. Quite cool, but a bit unpractical.
Anyway, here's the cool part:
Yep, that's why you should have a normal glass with a flat bottom, so that the glass covers the shotglass top nicely, with no holes to let the tequila out when:
Ideally, all the tequila should be left INSIDE the shotglass, and none should have leaked out into the glass.
Then, the final step is:
Make sure your shotglass is slightly heavier though, in case the whole shotglass overturns as you pour the beer in. My stupid dancing shotglass was a little light, so it floated around a bit, that's why it looks 'senget' in the picture.
So there you have it. An interesting concoction that makes for a pretty good conversation piece as well. As you drink the beer, the tequila shotglass will keep swirling around the glass, letting the tequila into the beer little by little. You can keep adding the beer as you drink on. The glass tinkling around as you drink makes for a nice little background sound as you drink it as well.
Best part of this? The tequila doesn't finish THAT fast, so you actually end up drinking more beer than tequila. BUT, the mixture of beer and tequila is pretty cool, and gets you sufficeintly high... high enough to have fun, but not get TOO drunk. heehee
Now, go forth and drunkify!
DISCLAIMER: The writer bears no responsibility for any drunken strip dances or anything else you may do, after you've gotten drunk on this drink...
Saturday, 17 December 2005
If you haven't read the first three books of The Song of Ice and Fire, you might want to skip this review, because there are some SPOILERS HERE!
Title: A Feast for Crows (Book 4 of A Song of Ice and Fire)
Author: George R. R. Martin
The war-torn landscape of the Seven Kingdoms is threatened by destruction as vast as any in its violent past. The War of the Five Kings has ripped Westeros apart.
The bloodthirsty, treacherous and cunning Lannisters occupy the Iron Throne, with allies as ruthless as themselves. Lord Frey was host at the Red Wedding, so called for the massacre of the guests, their screams unheard above the music of the feast.
Euron Crow's Eye is as black a pirate as ever raised a sail, sworn to deliver the whole of Westeros to the ironborn. No less to be feared are their enemies. The Starks of Winterfell and the Martells of Dorne seek vengeance for their dead.
And the last of the Targaryens, Daenerys Stormborn, will bring fire and blood to King's Landing when her young dragons reach their terrifying maturity. The last war fought with dragons was a cataclysm powerful enough to shatter the Valyrian peninsula, now a smoking, demon-haunted ruin half drowned by the sea.
Against a backdrop of alchemy and murder, victory may go to the men and women possessed of the coldest steel! and the coldest hearts.
What I liked
- FINALLY! We get to know what happened next!
- Fooyor. Power politics, best I've read in a fantasy book.
- I love how the different Houses have different characters, histories and traditions.
- Lots of twists and turns
What I didn't liked:
- So... many... names... ARGH! After THREE YEARS you expect me to rememebr all those?!?!?!
- Where the heck are Jon, Daenerys and Tyrion?!?!?!
- My head is swimming from all the politicking
- Book... is... so... HEAVY.
What I think:
After THREE LONG YEARS, finally we get the newest book in Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. The series is one of the best modern fantasy series I've read (next to Robin Hobb's books), and I couldn't wait to get my grubby hands on this one.
Problem was, because it's been so long since A Storm of Swords, I'd pretty much nearly forgot all the names of the characters and a little bit of the story. So while reading this book, I got lost a little. There are so many characters and so many sub-plots that I had to struggle to remember them, and eventually had to flip through the last book's apendix where all the characters' names and history were all detailed nicely.
Even then, several of the main characters were not in this book much. Martin supposedly broke up his original book into A Feast for Crows and the upcoming A Dance of Dragons, because it got too long.
So what we get here is a little tying up of knots of the sub-main characters like Sansa and Arya Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Cersei and Jamie Lannister, and the struggle for the Throne of the Iron Isles.
The politics are laid on thick here, and no one character is sacred enough NOT to be killed in the next page. Throughout the entire series, you never know what will happen next, because of all th complicated politics, and the twists and turns that range from medieval battles to the plain fantastical.
I WAS dissapointed that there was so little of Tyrion Lannister and Jon Snow though. Those two were my favorite characters in the whole series. Although the next book will probably just be about them and Daenerys.
The first half of the book is mostly building up the stories, which makes you wonder when he's gonna get to the point, but then when the twists and the climax comes in the end, you'll be shocked by the brilliance of it all. THAT'S what Martin is so good at - building up the story and then slapping everyone else in the face with a brilliant climax that will shock you and make you wanna know what happens next NOW NOW NOW PLEASE GIVE ME THE NEXT BOOK NOW NOW NOW!!! ARGH!! GAH!!! ARGH!!!!
A word of warning though. Refresh your memory by reading the apendix for the last books. It'll help, trust me.
It may be slower fantasy fare for those use to lighter stuff, but get through it, and you'll be longing for more. Sword fights? Epic battles? Not much of that here. What it DOES have, is endless betrayal, chopping off of heads, lots of intrigued, incest, raping, murder, and so on.
What I love most about this series is that it is a rolicking politicking fantasy story like no other. All the twists and turns, the politics and the interaction between each and every one of the characters have their own motivations and plots, making the story SO intriguing.
I just hope Martin REALLY gets A Dance of Dragons out ASAP...
Friday, 16 December 2005
You see, I have a little collection of alcohol and spirits, one or two from each country I've visited in the world. Big bottles, small bottles, beer... semua ada.
But since I haven't visited THAT many countries... it's not a very big collection. Anyway, here is my little collection...
Let's play a game of spot the correct liqour! There's Mexican Tequila (which I ought from a trade fair here ages ago), Japanese Sake, Taiwanese plum liqour, Polish Krupnik honey vodka, Korean Jinro, Sarawakian 'premium' Tuak, Some Thai cheap liqour, London Ale (bought from the Tower of London gift shop), and Polish Bison Vodka.
I have lots of tiny bottles too. If I can't get the big one (too expensive mar) I getthe tiny ones instead. I actually like these more... :P
The Pride of my collection - Polish vodka brought all the way back from Poland. Zubrowka is THE BEST VODKA I've ever tasted. It's pure vodka flavoured with bison grass, and goes best with Apple jucie or NEAT.
Krupnik is great as well... :)
The Zubrowka bottle even has a piece of Bison grass floating around in it.... cool eh?
Ok, that's all for now. I lazy to take out my BEER collection.... hehe...
Thursday, 15 December 2005
I'd never heard of him before, but yes, the name 'Too Much Coffee Man' instantly caught my eye. After all, I AM the guy who thinks that there is no such thing as 'Too Much Coffee'.
So, after a few minutes of mulling, I decided to get the book. Then, that night, I read it, and was hooked.
Drawn by Shannon Wheeler, TMCM is this weird 'superhero' who has a giant coffee cup on his head, and whose only power is that he drinks too much coffee. Hence he does nothing but walk around with a coffee mug in his hand and commenting on stuff.
His 'superhero' friends include guys like Too Much Espresso Man (who walks around with a tiny espresso cup strapped on his head), Too Much German White Chocolate Woman with Almonds (don't ask), Underwater Guy (who can hold his breath underwater for long periods of time), and Mystery Girl (whom TMCM is secretly in love with)
Anyway, TMCM's Parade of Tirade was cool because it wasn't like any comic I'd read. It was very... different. And I liked it. So I went online to see if I could read more.
Happily, I found TMCM's official website, and there they were, all the TMCM strips I could read. For FREE!
Anyway, I read it from the beginning, and as I read more and more, I began to realise that the comics were so uncannily... ME.
Many of the comics reflect the way I think. Take a look at this one, for instance:
It could be worse?!?!? hey, that's MY life philosophy! It's uncanny, I tell you. It's like seeing my thoughts out in a comics strip. I showed this strip to Erna and she said I was channeling Too Much Coffee Man. She should know. I've been telling her 'Things could be worse' for ages now.
And what about this one eh?
I may complain a lot about my job sometimes, but I still love it. And this strip pretty much sums up how I deal with it and how people think of how I deal with it. hehe. Hey, feature writing is a real job also, ok?
TMCM is not in those two stiprs, BTW. Sometimes the artist just likes to draw himself in.
Anyway, I highly recommend Too Much Coffee Man to everyone. Go go go to the website now and start reading them! They're hilarious, I tell you!
Me, I'm gonna keep reading them over and over again. After all, there is no such thing as too much Too Much Coffee Man.
PS: If you want to lower your IQ afterwards, go read White Ninja - guaranteed to be so lame and stupid that it's one of the funniest things on earth.
PPS: All images taken from the Too Much Coffee Man website HERE
Wednesday, 14 December 2005
I'm gonna hazard a guess here and say that The Visitor would probably say that King Kong is pure Hollywood commercial pap. But then again, I've been wrong before. Oh well. (Update: Iturns out I was RIGHT! He hated it! Ref: King Conked)
Anyway, for what it's worth, here's what I thought about the movie:
- Naomi Watts is HOT
- Peter Jackson ROCKS.
- Andy Serkis ROCKS
- Somebody PLEASE bitch-slap Jack Black
- The AWESOME King Kong vs T-Rex Smackdown really has to be seen to be believed
- Is Peter Jackson completely incapable of making a SHORT movie now?
- I never thought it possible to have an entire movie's dialogue in grunts and groans and roars. Well, ALMOST the entire movie.
- I think PJ was having a little TOO much fun, and overindulged a bit (ok, A LOT) with the monsters and CGI.
- Chains. Sad.
- Wah, like that also cannot die?
- Were PJ's kids in THIS movie?
- My my, what big nostrils you have, Kong
- Is this a monster film? A horror film? A romantic comedy? An action movie? etc etc etc.
- The savages scene a bit too much lar woi
- Wow, that's like the... third time I thought I was watching Lord of the Rings...
- The ending is iconic, and heart-wrenching
Verdict? I thought it was pretty damn good. A little TOO long and over-indulgent perhaps, but in any case, this IS Peter Jackson's DREAM project, so I guess he's entitled to get a little carried away.
Besides, any movie that makes you pray that the oversized ape gets the girl will ALWAYS get an A in MY book.
And in case you were wondering, no, I haven't seen the original either. So sue me. I was only born 44 years later after all...
Tuesday, 13 December 2005
I'm watching King Kong tonight!
The movie has lots of incredible miracles going for it:
- Oversized gorillas fighting dinosaurs!
- Gollum becoming a gorilla!
- And then becoming a cook!
- Jack Black without a single guitar in sight!
- Adrien Brody not acting crazy!
- A three-hour movie on a romantic giant ape!
- Overweight Hobbit becoming almost as thin as me!
Yep, I get the feeling it's gonna suck. But I am STILL gonna watch it tonight. Go me!
Monday, 12 December 2005
A shameless flirt??!?!? ME?!?!
Ok, I kinda agree with the 'shameless' part, but FLIRT?
I'm HOPELESS at flirting, ok? I'm a CRAP flirter. Dey, I wouldn't know how to flirt with someone even if she came up to me and slapped me in the face lar (in which case I doubt I'd be able to successfully flirt with her anyway).
I wrote something about flirting once before, where I said I'm more of an accidental flirt than anything. If I try to flirt CONCIOUSLY, I stammer, and I run out of conversation topics. Most of the time when I actually DO happen to be able to strike up a proper conversation with someone, it's because we happened to have something to talk about. Like Lord of the Rings. Or fantasy books. Or movies. Or BLOGS. Hardly vintage flirting material, those.
So, why did this friend of mine (who is a girl, BTW) say I'm a flirt then? Probably because I have more female friends than male friends. Another friend of mine (yes, a girl as well) once commented, "Don't you have any male friends???" after meeting yet another female friend of mine.
Well, I do. I just don't hang out with them much, AND it just so happens that most of my REALLY good friends are female, and I hang out with them a lot, that's all. Nothing to do with me being a flirt. I just prefer their company, that's all.
Besides, it's not as if I'm desperate for some action or want the attention anyway. After all, I have my larling, whom I'm very happy with, thank you very much.
So... Shameless flirt?!?!?! ME?!?!?!
I woke up in the morning, and couldn't remember whether I was supposed to be working today or not.
So I got up, made a sandwich, all the time trying to remember whether I remembered to mark an off-day for myself today.
I ate that sandwich, moped around some more, and finally decided that I really should get to work
After all, off-day or not, I still had a deadline to catch, so oh well, I dragged myself out of the house, got in the car, and drove to work.
So here I am, at work. On a public holiday. Gah.
Nothing sucks more than coming to work on a holiday. Except of course, your job IS to work on a holiday.
Gah I need more coffee.
Friday, 9 December 2005
She should have stayed angry
I liked her better when she was angry
You see, Alanis had ONE brilliant album - Jagged Little Pill - which sparked the whole "I AM AN ANGRY WOMAN HEAR ME BITCH" movement in the 90's, and was THE album to have at the time of released.
Why? Because we could all relate to it. Whether you were male or female, her songs touched an angry nerve in all of us, and we wanted to sing it at the top of the lungs and say SCREW IT ALL at the same time. It's the kind of album you'd expect F***stress to be listening to most of the time.
All I Really Want was a brilliant opening number that set up the album's RANT RAGE BITCH theme. You Oughta Know was such an angry rant at ex-lovers that you wanted to scratch your nails down someone else's back for her. Ironic was the most ironically sarcastic song I ever heard back then (and ever since). You Learn's message is one that I've been following for years. And that bonus track Your House right at the end of the CD was the first hidden track I ever found (I still remember the thrill I got when I discovered there was a 'secret song' behind that repeat of You Oughta Know right at the end of the CD!)
So, Alanis won a whole bunch of Grammy awards for the album, performed at the Grammies, and then she decided to go search for her inner soul. So off she went to went to India, where she found her spiritual self, and Lo and Behold, released Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie, which supposedly heralded a whole new Alanis Morissette who was supposedly calmer, and more spiritually centred.
Unfortunately, it didn't do her music much good, because while the songs she wrote were still good, people didn't connect with the songs as much as they did on the Jagged Little Pill album, mostly because, well, lets face it, how many of us actually ARE comfortable with our spiritual self? Most of us liked her music because we just want songs to scream and rant about, that's all. Not music to meditate to.
Isn't it ironic than once she found her spiritual self and became less angry, she then became less popular? After that album, her subsequent albums never quite made it as big as Jagged Little Pill, and so, this year, she decided to go back to that album, coming up with Jagged Little Pill Acoustic.
You live, you learn I guess. Maybe she realised that she would never be able to recreate the heydays of Jagged Little Pill, so she decided to go back to that album and try to convert her fans into believing that, "hey, that album may have been angry, but look what happens when the NEW, CALM me does it again. It doesn't sound so bad, does it?"
Sorry, Alanis, as much as I like your music, you oughta know by now that nothing beats the original Jagged Little Pill. The remade versions just don't capture the same energy that the original did. They may be acoustic versions (which are not supposed to be very er.. angry anyway), but still, this acoustic album just pales in comparison to their originals. They are slower yes, but they are also rather boring. Even the cover, though is the same concept of a 'stripped down Jagged Little Pill', looks so....boring.
Ironic just sounds too slow and no fun anymore, mostly because she took all the sarcasm out of the song. You Oughta Know is just not the same without that much faster motormouth section, and Your House with music is just not the same as that completely music-less version on the original. The only song I liked was All I Really Want, which I thought was pretty well done and sung with the same angry vibes as the original.
BTW, the best acoustic version of You Oughta Know is not on this album. It's the one you sang at the Grammies that year, and is an example of what EXACTLY is the way that the ENTIRE album should have been sung acoustically - stripped down, but laced with an simmering undercurrent of quiet anger.
She's also got a new compilation album - Alanis Morissette: The Collection - so if you can't be bothered to buy the rest of her stuff, just get this. It's got all the essentials, so you should be happy with it. So if you can only buy TWO Alanis Morissette albums in your ENTIRE LIFE, buy this compilation and the ORIGINAL Jagged Little Pill. That should cover all the best stuff she has, baring any better new ones, of course.
So, Alanis. PLEASE continue making new music. I don't think your new stuff is that bad anyway, and I'm still listening to your songs. But PLEASE DON'T even THINK of making an acoustic version of Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie. I don't think I could handle the tedium...
Thursday, 8 December 2005
So we decided to come up with a Malaysian song about.... ROACHES! I came up with the lyrics, and Izuan kononnya is gonna add the song later.
So, without further ado, here is...
The Cocky Roach Song
(lyrics by Eyeris, music to be added later by Izuan Shah of Auburn)
I'll crawl up your leg at the mamak stall,
I'll fly down and land on your roti and dahl.
I'll contaminate your tea with all my germs,
And hurt your tummy worse than them worms!
TWO MILLION YEARS AND SIX FREAKY LEGS!
I'M A LIPAS! A KA-CAT!
I'M A COCKY ROACH YEAH!!!!
I'M A COCKY ROACH YEAH!!!! YEAH!!! YEAH!!!!
I'm a lipas with an attitude!
A 'ka-cat' in your Maggi soup!
A disease on legs, a plague with wings,
We've been around for years and we can sing!
TWO MILLION YEARS AND SIX FREAKY LEGS!
I'M A LIPAS! A KA-CAT!
I'M A COCKY ROACH YEAH!!!!
I'M A COCKY ROACH YEAH!!!! YEAH!!! YEAH!!!!
You can try to stomp us flat,
Or even spray us with some Ridsect.
Smack us with a newspaper roll!
Throw us in the toilet bowl!
Kill us, smack us, annihilate us!
It's easier to kill us than to kill a fly,
But even after a million years we continue to multiply!!!!!
Wednesday, 7 December 2005
- Road hogs
- Cigarette smoke
- The sound of vacuum cleaners in the morning when I'm trying to meet a deadline
- Extreme pessimism
- People taking things for granted
- Wusses who don't know a good thing even when she slaps them in the face
- People reading over my shoulder
- All LOUD Mobile ringtones
- People who SCREAM their mobile phone conversations IN AN ELAVATOR
- Waiters who SCREW UP MY ORDER
- A mosquito bussing around my ear while I'm trying to sleep
- Loud Ah-Beng Techno music
- Suicidal Kapcai riders
- People talking during a movie
- Little ginger bits in my porridge
- Getting phone calls while I'm eating
- A mouse that doesn't work properly
- Blogspot not working properly
- Annoying radio DJs and advertisements
- Fake accents that Malaysians put on when talking to Ang Mohs
Tuesday, 6 December 2005
Well, after a long wait, I finally watched Narnia yesterday. Here's what I thought of it, as usual, in a few NON-SPOILER sentences:
- While there ARE small changes here and there, it still covers practically every single important event in the ENTIRE BOOK
- It's like Disney's version of Lord of the Rings, made for safe family viewing(read: no lopped heads, no gore, very sanitised fighting)
- It ain't LOTR, but it's A LOT BETTER THAN HARRY POTTER.
- WETA Workshop's effects were brilliant as usual. all the different characters and animals were nicely rendered
- The four kids' acting was pretty good
- A little draggy at times, especially in the beginning, but once they got to Narnia, everything was peachy
- Some parts might seem a little absurd for those who have not read the book (HO! HO! HO!)
- The STONE TABLE scene was almost exactly as I imagined it (though the table seemd a little odd)
- FOR ASLAN!
I'm hoping this movie will do well enough to convince them to make Prince Caspian, which is still my favorite book of the series.
As usual, to those who HAVE seen the movie AND have read the book, please refrain from posting spoilers in the comments!
Monday, 5 December 2005
The screening of the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch & The Wardrobe is TONIGHT!
*Crosses fingers that I'll get tickets on my table today*
*Rubs hands together in glee*
Hopefully it'll be better than Harry Potter.
Yay Yay. Can't wait...
Damn, won't be playing futsal then. Oh well, who cares.
NARNIA SCREENING TODAY!!!!
Oh, and I've updated Bumi Tengah. Hehe.
Friday, 2 December 2005
By 'dance' I mean ANY form of modern dance. Salsa, tapdancing, disco... Except ballet. I've always found all that standing on toes stuff extremely painful to watch. My own toes tend to feel painful for them.
Anyway, There's always been something I've found immedietely attractive about a girl who can dance. Quite a number of my female friends can dance quite well. My larling can dance pretty well as well. I love watching her dance.... Woohoo.
When I go to clubs, I don't usually dance myself (unless I'd had enough beer), but it's fun just watchign a girl dance. Of course, there's always inadvertantly some idiot next to her TRYING to dance with her and ending up like a robot trying to molest the girl but always ending up two beats short of achieving that. Makes you wanna walk over, cosh him on the head, drag him off the dance floor, and just let the girls dance in peace.
But anyway, girls who can dance RAWK. Just don't ask ME to dance as well.
I don't do dance. If the average lousy dancer had two left feet, I'd have three, AND an extra right foot to boot. Everytime I try to swivel my hips I end up looking like a footballer warming up.
I can do the robot though. And I can do Johnny Bravo's monkey dance. That's about it.
So don't ask me to dance. I'll probably end up embaressing you or knocking you over, or worse, get coshed on the head and dragged off the dancefloor by another guy who just wants to see you move that body on your own without me blocking his view. :P
Wednesday, 30 November 2005
I miss Poland. :( :( :(
- I miss the tasty beers that taught me to appreciate good beers, ones that don't taste like the piss we have here,
- I miss the intoxicating vodkas that hit you so hard you'll be staring at floorboards after three shots
- I miss the gorgeous girls that look like supermodels even without make-up
- I miss the wonderful market squares where I could just sit down for hours, watching people and admiring the architecture of the buildings around me,
- I miss that soury and savoury delicacy that is bigos
- I miss the mountains I went to where the air was fresh, and there were no traffic jams,
- I miss the little nooks and crannies that hide the coziest tea-shop I've ever been to in my life,
- I miss the little coffee place that served the BEST coffee I'd had, and had really cute waitresses who remembered my name AND my regular order as well,
- I miss the deep, deep history of the country, and the culture that was created from all that history,
- I miss the busker who was at the exact same spot everyday dressed as the Statue of Liberty who raised his torch when someone gives him a coin,
- I miss the pub I stood outside of at 7am in the morning to watch a World Cup match in 2002,
- I miss the kebab stall that was owned by a Turkish dude who loved chatting with me about football,
- I miss the shop where I once spent an hour talking to an old Polish guy who didn't speak English,
- I miss the library I used to go to to borrow books to read and get free internet access,
- I miss the funny "Shh shhs shh" language that is Polishhh, and the daily struggles trying to order breakfast in Polish,
- I miss the ancient yet oh-so-convienient and punctual public transport system, and the rickety trams that I used to take home,
- I miss the incredulous look my Polish friends had in the city I was in when I told them that their tallest building (24 stories high!) was only half as tall as a condominium in KL,
- I miss Krakow for all it's tourist spots and the pigeons that mingle with the tourists,
- I miss Gdansk for that amazing back alley where I stood for an hour listening to street musicians,
- I miss Warsaw for its international airport that was smaller than the one we have in Kuantan,
- I miss Wroclaw for the city that was my home for six months, and for all the friends I made there.
Tuesday, 29 November 2005
Not only that, I seem to have branched out to other blogs as well. I have two other blogs besides this one: Bumi-Tengah, my LOTR parody of Malaysian bloggers, and Eye on Sports, my sports blog (which has ALSO been around for a year already...)
Then, I've also guest-blogged for The Bloggers are Morons Blogathon effort, AND I also had two or three kepoh posts in the Malaysian NaNoWrimo blog recently. In addition to that, I'm also supposedly one of the contributers for the Malaysian Book Review Blog, but I haven't had much posted there... sowi. *sheepish*
ANYWAY, the point of all this is to tell y'all that I've started ANOTHER NEW blog, together with a bunch of other nutjo.... sorry, FANS who are more than a little crazy about football.
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing.... The footy blog for hardcore footy fans... PETALING STREET HOOLIGANS aka. HANTU BOLA!
this is the blog where hardcore fans of football will gather-gather and tembak tembak all that we hate or love about the damn game. Cussing allowed. 'Referee Kayu' allowed. Insulting Man United allowed. ANYTHING goes in this footy blog. As long as it's about football lar.
So far, it's just me, Vincent (Man Utd), Tigerjoe (Chelsea) and maybe Mack and Sashi (both Liverpool, like me. We RAWK!). We're still looking for a few good hooligans more to join the fun though. The more the merrier actually.
We especialy need people who support teams OUTSIDE that of Liverpool, Man Utd or Chelsea (though you are free to apply anyway), to make it more balanced. Doesn't matter if you support EPL teams or Serie A or La Liga, or Perlis. If you like football and are willing to put your fanatism on show, contact us.
Anyone who wants to join in, drop me or Vincent an email (our emails are displayed on our blogs), and we'll test you to see if you're hardcore enough to be part of the Petaling Street Hooligans.
Monday, 28 November 2005
It was saturday morning, 11am. I was lying in my bed, fast asleep, dreaming about *CENSORED* and playing *CENSORED*, when suddenly, THWACK!
OW! WHAT THE *TOOT*?!?!?!?
Rubbing my sore forehead, I opened my eyes to see who (or what) ambushed me and whacked my head while I was sleeping.
And what do I see? The X-MEN! Lying all around my pillow!
Ok, so it was just my Omega Red, Wolverine, Juggernaut and Deadpool action figures I had displayed on a shelf right above my bed. So I should have made sure they were tied down or sticky taped to the shelf so that they would not fall off the shelf and onto my head.
But anyway.... THAT doesn't change the fact that they attacked ME! ME! ME, the guy who bought them and set them free from their plastic prisons when other toy collectors would have left them in there in MINT condition to be sold on the secondary market for exorbitant prices!!
And how do they repay me? The sneaky buggers JUMPED off their shelf and HIT me RIGHT SQUARE ON MY FOREHEAD! GAH!
Well, I guess I SHOULD be thankful it was just that skinny Deadpool and Wolverine figures that hit me on the face. Thank goodness that Omega Red missed me (though one of his arms jabbed me in the eye). And THANK GOD that that DAMN-KAU-HEAVY Juggernaut didn't land on my head or I'd have had a REALLY BIG BUMP on my forehead that day.
Now, where's my sticky tape?
As promised, here is the picture of the culprits, and the rest of the family...
Friday, 25 November 2005
"Seeya later, Alligator!"
As if that was cringing enough, he had to follow it up with this:
"In a while, crocodile!"
WHAT THE HECK IS THAT? I HATE it when people use that... that... oh-so cheesy phrase. Once or twice is ok, but when you say it ALL THE TIME, I just wanna bitch-slap the person up and down and make him swear NEVER to say the words CROCODILE and ALLIGATOR EVER again.
*Breathes in, breathes out*
Anyway, I've come to realise that, snob that I a, there ARE A few phrases that I absolutely REFUSE and ABHORE using. That Crocodile/Alligator thingy being one of those.
1) Seeya later, alligator, in a while, crocodile - I think my loathe towards this phrase came about after another aquaintance of mine (not the one mentioned above, BTW) KEPT USING IT ALL THE TIME. Seriously, WHY do people USE this damn phrase? It's so... CORNY, and it's so annoyingly 'I-wanna-be-cute' that I just wanna tell the person, NO, I DON'T WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN! EVAH! Bah. Besides, I prefer hippotami. HARRRUGGH!
2) My Bad - Yes, this is a very valid phrase, used all over the world. But I. Just. Can't. Bring. Myself. To. Use. It. My... Bbb...bbb. baaa... GAH! What does it MEAN anyway? No, don't tell me what it MEANS, because I KNOW what it means. Maybe it's the odd grammar, or maybe it's just because using it seems such a LAZY way to say, 'I made a mistake', and an easy way out of apologising. Either way. I can't bring myself to say ... THAT.
Yes yes, I'm nit-picking. I'm a snob. so sue me. Some people can't stand the sound of fingernails scratching over a blackboard. I can't stand people saying "oops, my bad. seeya later, alligator!".
For now, I can only think of these two, mainly because I've been hearing these two a lot lately. GAH! If I think of more, I'll add more. For now, I think I'll go strangle that alligator-guy over there...
Thursday, 24 November 2005
Because I've been distracted by THIS book:
750 pages long! How am I gonna find time to Nano NOW? ARGH!
Wednesday, 23 November 2005
Here are some of them. Try and guess what the Chinese name is, and whether you've seen it before (chances are you would have, because they repeat many of these shows all the time, especially during Chinese New Year EVERY YEAR):
- Iron Rooster Vs. the Centipede
- When Dragons Collide
- Once Upon a Time in China
- Magnificent Butcher
- Drunken Monkey in the Tiger's Eyes
- Snake in the Eagle's Shadow
- Conman and the Kung Fu Kid
- The Awaken Punch
- The Fiery Dragon Kid
- Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
- The Legend of Zu
- Wong Fai Hong: The Informative Years
And these are just Yuen Wo-Ping's movies.
Do bear in mind that some of these are unofficial literal translations of the Chinese title (they have other, more conventional names as well), and some are the offical English titles for the movies.
Of course, it doesn't change the fact that these titles are wonderfully.. er.. quirky and er.. descriptive as only the English name of a Hong Kong kungfu flick can be. And they're BRILLIANTLY fun to read.
ALSO, they do wonders in cheering me up whenever I'm stuck researching about another obscure kungfu flick...
Tuesday, 22 November 2005
This post is about this symbol:
Ok, the guy wearing that symbol anyway. The Superman Returns teaser trailer is out. Go download it HERE.
After watching it, I was in two minds. I thought it looked promising, and I can't wait to see it.
HOWEVER, between Superman Returns and X-3 (That's X-Men 3, dudes), I'm anticipating the latter more, even though initial X-Men director Bryan Singer jumped ship and went to do Superman Returns instead. No, my preference has nothingto do with the director, nor the actors, nor the movies.
I just prefer the X-Men, and also don't think very highly of Superman, that's all.
Somehow, I've never been a really big fan of Superman. Sure, he may be the original superhero and all, but I just don't like him. Maybe it's because his powers are so... ABSOLUTE, and so powerful that it's just no fun anymore. Sure, there's always Kryptonite, but it's a really crap 'weakness' if you ask me. Just wave a green stone at him and he goes weak kneed? RIGHT.
Of all the DC comics heroes, my favorite is Batman (although I really didn't think much of him until I began watching Justice League on Cartoon Network and then read the brilliant Batman: Hush graphic novels).
When I watch Justice League, I cringe everytime Superman comes on. He's annoyingly goody-goody in that cartoon, and when compared to the cynical Batman, the flirtatious Flash, the angst-filled Hawkgilr and the hard-nosed Green Lantern (Jon Stewart version), Superman's personality is just so... BLAH (Same goes for Wonder Woman, no wonder they become a couple and all).
The best Superman rendition I've read is the one in Kingdom Come, where Superman is old and has white hair, and has to be a lot tougher than usual. It helps that that story was great as well, of course.
Anyway, it IS interesting when Supes appears in those Batman comics I've been buying lately though. He is always the catalyst, the righteous foil to Batman's darker methods, and it makes for a great combination when they come together in a story.
But then, I still don't quite like Superman. I know a lot of comic fans worship him as much as I worship Eowyn the Shieldmaiden of Rohan, but then, that's you. This is me, and this is why I don't really like Superman all that much:
- Red underwear. On the OUTSIDE... Nuff' said
- Why does he have to stretch his hands out in front of him whenever he flies? In the movies, whenever he flies, I just want to laugh out loud...)
- KRYPTONITE? Eh?
- Too goody-two-shoes sometimes for my liking. Makes me wanna strangle him sometimes.
- *puts on glasses* look, I'm Clark Kent! *takes off glasses* Look, I'm Superman! *puts on glasses* look, I'm Clark Kent! *takes off glasses* Look, I'm superman!.....
- THE COSTUME! GAH! Just LOOK at it!:
GAH! Who's his image consultant eh? Who designed... THAT???Will add more when I think of more.
But anyway, being the kiasu 'must-watch-every-stupid-superhero-movie' nut that I am, you can be sure I'll still be rushing to watch this movie when it comes out next year. After all, it can't be as bad as Fantastic Four eh?
But that doesn't change the fact that I don't really think much of Supes. Superman may be super and all, but heck, gimme that wussy no-power Batman anytime. At least he is a lot more interesting to read/watch than a flying S...
Now, let the brickbats from the blue-spandex loving fans begin...
Monday, 21 November 2005
I read the first part of it, which went:
You've got a pretty nice website. I've just started blogging myself and you can check out my blog (if you've got the time) at: http://thefanatical.blogspot.com/
It is also "author" related.
Well, so far so good. Seems fairly innocuous, nothing special. Just another email from a fan (as if lar I get any. heh)
Then I got to the signature:
Have a great day.
Sincerely, Byron Merritt
Grandson of Frank Herbert
Author of DUNE
Rewind a bit.
Grandson of Frank Herbert, Author of DUNE?!?!?!?!
Eh? WHAT? REALLY?
THIS I had to see for myself. So I went over to the blog, and lo and behold, there, among other posts about FWOMP (his writers critique group), and Google Print, was THIS little gem of a post:
Cool. I guess he really IS the grandson of Frank Herbert, huh?
So, now the question is... How come you ended up in MY blog? *scratches head*
Sunday, 20 November 2005
I'm really on a reading streak these past month. This time, I managed to finish another book that's been sitting on my bookshelves screaming READ ME! READ ME! together with another hundred or so books - Alexander McCall Smith's No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency.
And naturally, it's the subject of the Eyeris Hopefully-Weekly Book Review this time around!
Title:The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency
Author: Alexander McCall Smith
The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series tells the story of the delightfully cunning and enormously engaging Precious Ramotswe, who is drawn to her profession to "help people with problems in their lives."
Immediately upon setting up shop in a small storefront in Gaborone, she is hired to track down a missing husband, uncover a con man, and follow a wayward daughter. But the case that tugs at her heart, and lands her in danger, is a missing eleven-year-old boy, who may have been snatched by witchdoctors.
What I Liked
- Being set in Africa gives it a very down-to-earth feeling
- Nice and charming feeling to the book
- McCall Smith's writing is laid-back, and has a very er... 'rustic' feeling to it
- Very charming little stories and cases
- Very unlike usual 'mystery' and detective novels
What I Didn't Like
- Those hoping for an Agatha Christie-like full-fledged murder mystery are going to be dissapointed. It's not that kinda book lar
What I think:
The only word I can think of to describe this book is 'charming'. It's a very charming little book that doesn't exactly GRAB HOLD of the reader and FORCES you to read it, but rather, it just gently hangs on to your arm and leads you down the road in a very laid-back and relaxing way. It doesn't FORCE you to read on, but jsut SUGGESTS to you that you MIGHT want to read on.
That's (in a way) how Precious Ramotswe goes about her 'detective' work as well. The cases aren't huge murder cases ala Agatha Christie, but they are down-to-earth, ordinary life case that have an African twist to them.
The closest feeling I can describe to the entire atmosphere of the book was that time when I was wandering around a little kampung in PAhang.
McCall Smith portrays a very rustic and kampung-like feel to Botswana, and pulls it off amiably. It's a charming little book that was a remarkably intriguing little read. I think I'll go get the other ones as well... :)
Thursday, 17 November 2005
A Not-Very-Important Disclaimer by Erna & Eyeris:
The following photoshopped pictures were taken from all over the Internet, all from the websites indicated in the picture. All the photoshopping was done by ERNA, and not eyeris, so if you wanna kill somebody, go kill her ok? :P
BTW, we're doing this as a glorious dedication to all you gorgeous camwhores out there, and not because we wanna earn Adsense money. After all, ya don't see any ADS on this blog, do ya? Do ya? Eh? Eh?
(besides, we're both so broke that you wouldn't get any money from suing us anyway...)
OK, good news, people, Erna has FINALLY finished the rest of the Calendar, AND in fact added DATES to the previous six featured HERE previously.
In case you're wondering why the ones for Miss January to June have been redone, it's because Fireangel said that kononnya Ms. February only did a good job with her own pic... so Erna decided to REDO the entire thing, and added the DATES as well at the same time...
ALSO, since the first six girls already had their calenders done, and we kinda liked those as well, we decided to leave them on THIS POST just so the six babes can 'feel spesel' and have TWO calenders dedicated to themselves (according to Erna, who incidently, is one of the six...).
So, without further ado, I present to you the new and improved, and COMPLETE...
(BTW, we saved the SEXIEST ones for last)