Lewis stinks... or is that perfume?

Okay, so he saved my butt for Issues and Viewpoints article presentation, where we sat with a partner in front of the teacher and poured out our views on the stand the author made of the topic like, music piracy declines 'cos of new legal sites and litigations, iPhones are our life, drink for 23 and above... He just about had all the info researched to debunk all claims the poor author stated, even the statistics were flushed down the toilet like paper and his fallacies (which were few) were twisted upside down and shaken like a bully getting at a scrawny kid's coins.

So litigations against illegal file-sharers are about 37,000 (estimate from Lewis) and not the suggested 18,000 from the anonymous man, hence the supposed effectiveness of the RIAA, Recording Industry Association of America. Embarrassing though it is that many more networks keep sprouting like mushrooms despite the crackdown, Lewis says the RIAA is useful in that aspect. He actually agrees and praises something politically related! It is rare to have him say that 'cos he's anti-govt. Stark raving mad against anything that suggests good governance or members of parliament.

And it is because of that I get stark raving mad back at him! Him and his anti-political agendas! Everytime he opens his mouth, a bunch of unsolicited, effusive chatter tumbles out and you're wrapped up in his words, trying to figure out the first sentence when he's already on the 3rd paragraph and before you know it, you're agreeing with his every word. There's no chance to interrupt either, hence the deep ingraining and ceaseless brainwashing if you don't release yourself from his clutches quickly.

     'The government is a wreck--they call themselves a democracy but they are authoritarians, at Hitler level,' he says.

     'But if you look at it another way, they do deserve to be in the government--they did bring Singapore up to what we are...' I try to rebutt.

     'If you look closely at the hierarchy system, there's no such thing as Minister Mentor or Senior Minister in democracy. The government made it up! So you see it is our Ministers who don't dare to step down because they still want to continue running the country like they always have for the last 50 yrs. They are afraid the moment they go, some opposition idiot will take over the PM position and turn the country upside down...' and so it goes.

It because of his voluble opinions and quick ramblings the reticent like one of his friends Trevers got so imbued on the sad topic of the government running our lives that he became so depressive about life (ok, he had some family problems to accompany that, but his blatant distaste for the government was no doubt born from none other than LEWIS!). We had an ehtnography project and Lewis said interviewing his friend on the problem 'How to make students enjoy their Poly education more even if they dislike it' was a good idea as he was in an engineering course to escape NS and pass the time while he pursued a cert in Piano and Guitar. That's when I found out about Trever's take on life.

Happiness: He feels it is unattainable in Singapore because of the govt.

Life: Depressing and frustrating 'cos of Singaporeans monotonity and govt's spoon-feeding.

I went back to Lewis and screamed at him. He was the bane of the poor oppressed Christian. Then Lewis so shamelessly tried to support his claims after we finished our ethnography presentation to the teacher. I was prepared for it and got rather angry with him for that. Pity for Trevers. I'd been down that same lane and have become the quite care-free person. I hope I can help the poor fool get out of the rut. Or Trevers too...

SP Escapade so major it hurt

It's a thrill... It's a nightmare...

No! It's not refering to MJ's Thriller!... lol

I'm talking about Singapore Poly's Escapade last Saturday where we had O' Level students come have an overnight monster celebration from dusk till dawn (enjoying a sunrise at Vivocity too!). All the media clubs in school had a field day covering the event 'live' on the website. Sad that I only had 1 photo chosen onto the Escapade site. Sheesh!

It was a blast, everyone rocked till 7 am and were all still lively and kicking when they went off (I was freezing sleeping in vid clubroom). But I could have stayed awake from all that heart-pumping action and eye-candy and Fashion shows and handsome band performers like Electrico's bassist... =P however,

My feet had taken its toll and gave way after a whole night in damned Converse shoes that gave blisters and hell from walking only. WALKING! I thought they would bleed out if I walked anymore. I had trasversed the entire campus about 3 times unintelligently running to get footages to the Editor and trying to following the groups around to catch their interactions. Well, praise be to all the organisers! Campus introduction... then a successful major trip to Vivo and still being able to rock it all the way home is no small feat.

Zouk DJ.Yay!

My memorable moments don't lie in the event that was the talk of the town. Rather, it was my first trip on Kenny's (fellow videographer) motorbike which I took in secret oath never to lay hands on. (My bro had created a lasting scare when he had his fair share of biking accidents that nearly took his life, and their bikes were identical Yamahas.) We were to go get midnight dinner at Mac's and he suggested taking the bike to Bukit Timah. I hesitated on seeing the speedster and the height of the pillion driver's seat. For an indeterminate moment, the helmet in my hand, the rotund Kenny grinning expectantly, Rainer tiring waiting for a response, I gave in to temptation.

I fumbled with the helmet all around my head like a fool uknown of shoelaces. Slipped the visor, and awkwardly stepped into the pillion's seat, then waited for him to tell me that there were seatbelts on the left hand. The only security was him, his overlarge paunch, which I found was an excellent protection against the wind and the easiest I clung to. He alleged I could sit back and enjoy the wind, but when he hit 30 kph and we had left Rainer behind, i began to whimper that we should go slower. I began to shake and contemplated getting off the bike already as we were dangerously close to the rough tar of the road and it was whipping past us at speeds I never reached on my bicycle. It was the rollercoaster going up the first hill, awaiting the plunge, but I didn't see it coming. I wanted to suggest I get off now but the worst came when he reached the gate, exited and revved the motor.

I think I screamed... or it was a silent one. The visor popped down over my nose, the scratches on it blurring my sight of the road. i got frightened of an inevitable fate and hung on tighter to Kenny's blubber. It was the only thing I felt most safe at the time. It was like one of those rollercoaster rides where you drop 50m down from heaven! I dared only make some small protests against going too fast and only managing to suppress a scream from all the 90 kph he kept hitting at.

Throughout the trip, despite the speed, I miraculously stayed gripped on the bike, and my feet had gone cold and numb. I think i hugged the bike too hard. Not hard enough though as I kept sliding onto the driver's seat when he braked. After we got back on terra firma (Ground sweet ground!!), he ordered meals and drinks, at which I began to wonder how he would feel having one side of his abdomen burned while the other side froze. I laughed at the idea.

But, I don't know if embarrassingly or ecstatically, I'll admit I had the best bike ride of my life. I felt the speed and the freedom albeit not without some ugly thoughts. My mum would have flipped if she saw me =))

15 has 27 cuts! Cut Chop Slice

Pic taken from Wiki's 15: The Movie.

Trailer: http://royston-tan.blogspot.com/2006/06/15-theatrical-trailer-dvd-released.html

I haven't watched it 'cos it was released 2006 in DVD, is R(A) and has full frontal male nudity as I've heard. The Board of Censors went overboard and gave its record 27 cuts to the movie after having initially banned it then rated it for the raw and gritty scenes of Singapore's gangsters roaming our streets and the dialect Hokkien. What's good about this film is it's one of the firsts of Director Royston Tan and a plus is he didn't have a script. NO SCRIPT! Yes, no script.

He got so angry with the Board of Censors for askign him to chop off all the ugly scenes till it made no sense that he made a satirical short film about them called Cut. It's hilarious and Royston did his research kinda' thorough. You can find both on Youtube. Yay!

Bitch about your friend today!

I never thought I'd do this! I'm a good girl! I would never do anything to offend anyone as much as I can... I only ever had evil thoughts in my head and cursed people behind their backs only if they did and said stupid stuff, ie my mum... I never thought I'd meet one more blatantly daft and outrageous in my 17 years alive. Apparently a clown of epic proportions who sadly exists in my class has taken the deathly attention of my eye. She speaks with a lisp, she wears cotton-on as if going to a ball or so full of confidence in her attire that all else ceases to exist around her and she is the centre of the revolving universe, and she has a rude streak. I guess I would be on par with that quality but I'm not so cruel as to post what she said on Facebook and embarrass her worldwide as much as the thought is tempting.

I'm am naught but an acquaintance to her, now her bitter silent foe, when I sent a simple request via SMS on whether she would like to join in this Zirca party at Clark Quay but takes $24. Simple, plain, direct, not insinuating anything negative. She at first said she didn't know me, not knowing my no., then asked which Kylie I was when I told her. I playfully said the same course, school and class as her at which she snobbishly replied 'To me you are non-existent.'

Oh man, it made my day! I was thrilled I could finally post something negative I didn't say on Facebook and not get the spanking from my Church teacher or poly friends. Woah it would have been so exhilarating to know she was blushing at the shit she spewed in my face and I would like to see her friends' reactions to that when she tries to make it up or de-bunk the claim. That would have been fun. All odds against her and I can't believe I didn't make use of it!! Why! What am I thinking! Why was I so naiive? I can't believe I'm still trying to protect her and not exactly blow this whole damn thing up like I always could! I've got the courage.I can't believe I don't want to hurt her! What the h***is wrong with me?