That's a nice jersey

Now before we start, to really get you in the mood press play on that video below.
And try to listen to the lyrics as well, its her songwriting that makes her so special.




Now if you liked that, i like you. If you didn't like that, go watch some juvenile booty shaking in one of Pitbull's music videos you philistine. On second thought..you might actually want to check it out regardless, the shaking is captivating.

Saw the gorgeous Aimee Mann in concert the other day. Yet again no one brought a camera even though we were at the front and in a prime position to take photos. Well there was a little anti-happiness esplanade person running around stopping any photo taking though, but that fact did not console me. I would have defeated her. And i did, just with my crappy camera phone..

This is from Greenhorn Productions. Not my photo clearly. I tried to upload my own phone camera pic but they looked..barely human in it.

For two enchanting hours i was reduced to an excited little girl. Giggling at Aimee's every joke, wide-eyed and wringing my hands in nervous anticipation of the next song, screaming when it was the song i was hoping for.. It was all done in a manly way of course but its the closest ive ever come to looking like this.

(Ignore the treacherous perv behind her, defiling a perfectly good jersey)

Its not just the fandom talking though, she's exceptional live. And funny too. Some fella shouted 'I love you Aimee!' to which she replied 'Im sure i'd love you too..if i knew you..' No it was not me who shouted that, i was far too suave and simply charmed her with my eyes. There were instant sparks, words are for losers. And when she announced that she was about to play the songs 'Little Bombs' and 'Little Tornadoes'? She explained the titles were because she liked her disasters small and manageable. Oh you funny witty thing you. Suffice to say i was satisfied with the concert. The only fault was that it actually felt short even though it was a couple of hours long. When people were shouting requests she joked that if we had the time, we could be there all night. In my dreamy joyous mood i had actually believed that. I was left confused and lost even as she left the stage and the hall's lights came on. Im sure she'll be back though, we made a connection that night.

But all this happened awhile ago, recent times have been pretty dismal and are only going to get much worse for awhile. So ive recently started watching House again. What better way to deal with misery than to watch a miserable misanthrope. Its my favourite show for a reason. Dying people and a man whose genius depends on his unhappiness; what could make you feel better. Though some of the additions have been questionable. I still maintain that '13' (Im at Season 5 but i can't be bothered to remember her name) is a stupid addition and her character should die a horrible death that is befitting of her inanity. Through the seasons its House that pulls the show, managing to be as engaging as he is scathing. The closest thing i have to a role model. Well i have yet to save lives, acquire a thorough understanding of medicine or even learn the instruments he so often plays. But i do have some small capacity to be tactful and sympathetic which he seems to lack. I should probably get rid of that first.. baby steps eh?

Potterpuff

Been having a flu and fever past several days. Mostly been sleeping. And embarrasingly enough reading Harry Potter number 7. Whether it was the delerium from sickness or the curiousity from watching the movie i do not know. But i tell you what, *whisper* i kind of enjoyed it. *Softer whisper* Except the ending which sucks arse.

To its credit it was better written than the others that preceded it. You didn't really feel like strangling the protagonist half the time you were reading. Potter's grown up and it shows. His internal conflicts mirror ours yet his actions reflect a person we can admire and hope to emulate. Its a delicate balance of realism and idealism. Which is of course thrown into the chute at the end. But its a delight to read while it lasts and you almost didn't want it to end. And then it did. (Minor spoilers ahead) Like a jigsaw puzzle you just couldn't put together till at last it fits perfectly in a flash to reveal the picture of ...
Yes its a happy ending. And i will admit, i have a small bias against these sort of things. The world isn't a happy place. Most of us aren't completely contented. Sure fiction can be escapism, but its got to be subdued with a sense of honesty that links us to it. Our journey with the characters is suddenly halted by their sudden, rousing, and hastily explained success. Read on only if you've read the book or can't be bothered about minor spoilers.

Harry's attainment of the "Hallows" or his 'conquering' of death had been something the climax heavily vested into. But the finality and significance of death seems rather banal if its revealed we all get to live on in some kind of train station heaven or equivalent. It rather belittles the victory that had been coming for seven tomes. Plot holes suddenly had to be plugged in the span of a chapter and the whole tone of the book changes as you sense the author doing it. The wholesome and somewhat contrived ending seemed to bend the patient buildup to its will. Towards the final chapter its like J.K just got abit tired. And found out about a word called
'rent' (2) n.
1. An opening made by rending; a rip.
If you can be bothered, or are a big enough Potter fan to be offended, just count the number of times she uses it towards the end. The air rented with screams. Rented with laughter. Rented with miscellaneous magical bolts. Rent a wider vocabulary Rowling. I wanted to rent the pages apart.

Potter is an immensely likeable fella though. All the way till he becomes some sort of martyr/God/Neo. He must have been lecturing Voldemort about an hour as they circled each other, wands pointed. The buildup slowly wasting away as you realized Potter armed with knowledge from a helpful ghost (he just had to come back didn't he) would bring about Voldemort's inevitable doom.

Dont get me wrong, happy endings can be alright. I started having a warm fuzzy feeling towards the end. But then that fuzzy feeling stuffed my insides and exploded with the force of a hundred carebear love rays. The epilogue took the cake. Rowling makes sure her fans arent left longing for more by stuffing them with enough happy visions of all her characters to make them beg her to stop. They all get married and have kids. And their kids recycle the names of other beloved characters. Fine, its a wonderfully blossomy gesture and all, but did their personalities have to be recycled too? Id cringe if that part materialized on the big screen.. I thought the 6th movie installment was actually pretty decent. If the last one sucks, i called it. But no matter, we're all still going to watch it anyway. And that's some skillfull hocus pocus right there.

It tastes like droppings.

Been an entirely uninspiring week. Daily doses of tiny fried chicken, loudmouthed humourless morons, mundane lessons, rat eaten bread. Yes bread eaten by fucking rat. Mustave been a goddamn ninja one too, it avoided my chair, jumped/climbed/reppelled into the high shelf of my slightly opened locker, manouvered around my shaving cream, water bottle, wholemeal loaf and nibbled its way through all the corners of my raisin bread. I had to eat mysterious yellow pasted baos for two days. Lest you think that is hardly punishment, as Samuel kindly enlightened me; these baos, when thrown on the floor? They bounce back up. I have since confirmed this observation. Will write more soon but for now i have to go back to the LAND OF THE RAATS. GRARRH

Fuck you...

Oh this is a must see spoof...

Mann Its About Time

I used to be a fan of Natalie Portman when i was younger. First saw her in this great movie called 'Léon' and was smitten. Yes, yes, she was 12 and prancing around in her undies at one point, but i was 11 so enough with that. Anyway she grew up to be a fantastic actress. Someone told me recently that Scarlett Johansson is much better looking. I disagree. Compelling evidence at 26 seconds into this interview.




While im at the subject of fascinating females, sultry voiced Aimee Mann is coming to Singapore on the 29th of August, a Saturday night, at the Esplanade. Unless something goes horribly wrong with the world ill be going for it. Have a listen to this and you'll have a taste of why.

-Sweet sweet solitude-

Taking a look at it, my last two posts were short to the point of stupidity. My brain is dying from atrophy. It was good to be at home on friday. I was finally actually alone for awhile. For the first time in more than a month. It was divine. I missed the sound of my mind. For a long period i was subjected to the constant aural assault of 'nabei chee bye' all around me. "So much dust, nabei". "'I cannot find my underwear, chee bye." I can insult proficiently in Hokkien now. If only i knew how to say hello.

I've been eating alot of junk food. Chocolates, donuts, nachos, sweets. Was worried that i'd become fat and unfit. But i've become acquainted with some really fat people. Im talking really fat with layers upon layers, flowing like tidal waves with each step. Watching them, or rather being forced to watch them (some people just like to parade themselves, i dont get it, keep your damn clothes on. Unless you happen to be a hot girl. In which case feel free, the world needs art and my eyes need pleasing.) is simultaneously both an ego boost and a warning. I have recently been informed that only 2% of obese people can claim that their weight problem is glandular. The rest just eat too damn much. A mean person might say this is license to insult really fat people at will. This person might also claim that it is a rather fun activity. Especially when the fat person in question is a complete asshole. If you're big enough to be a landmark you'd better play nice you fat bastard.

Watched 3 movies this weekend id been waiting weeks to see. Star Trek was a blast, terminator was cool and wolverine was lame. Sabretooth and Gambit seemed to be pricks to him but they magically become Wolverine's friends towards the end. Oh darn, Gambit interferes and stops me from killing sabretooth but its okay, hes got a cool stick so he can be my butt buddy.

E3 is starting. Thats basically the biggest showcase of upcoming game releases. I don't really game that much anymore but theres afew things that would catch my eye. There's a game called bayonetta that looks pretty good. Some really slick action and gameplay but the heroine is somewhat insulting to gamers. Tsk tsk. Shamelessly panning to the slobbering perverse geekazoid shes insanely voluptuous and seductive. And the more she fights, the more her clothes come off. I can't wait for this game.


There's just some time left to go exercise and maybe read a few pages of a book and the newspaper. I miss school. Not the lectures, homework or studying(what little of it there was) and certainly not the food. Not the teachers, not the tutorials, not the stairs not the waiting for buses, not the fugly uniform. Did i say i miss school? Well ill be looking forward to heading to university. Was set on SMU for awhile but made a late U-turn to NUS. Sure she's older and less flexible but hey, maturity and sophistication has its appeals. So pucker up, here i come.. in a couple of years...