Working Class Hero

It has been a week since I caught a show. 7 days...no wonder it feels like a long time. Haha. So yeah, Meiling and I got up really early last Sunday (March 30) at 0830hrs and we headed to GV Plaza to catch a show. It was GV's Family Day again and Pauline let us come.






DEFINITELY MAYBE is your average quest-for-love narrative, in the perspective of a male. Coming from the makers of Nottinghill, Bridget Jones and Love Actually, it is a sugar-coated schmaltzy offering. I still think the British ones are better, though.

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Will Hayes: I had two serious girlfriends... and then some other smattering of other women.
Maya Hayes: What's the boy word for 'slut'?
Will Hayes: They still haven't come up with one yet.

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April: You and me, it'd kinda be like cats and dogs.
Will Hayes: Oil and water.
April: Sand paper and bare ass.
Will Hayes: That's gross.

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Will Hayes: This song is an excellent cure for the will to live.

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Maya Hayes: Dad, I can't believe you drank... and smoked... and was such a slut... But I still love you.

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DEFINITELY MAYBE has the potential to be greater. Many aspects of the movie are just glossed over, making everything looks cute. Abigail Breslin and Ryan Reynolds are such a charm to watch. Breslin, who can look freakishly like Kirsten Dunst in Interview With The Vampire, has an old people aura...je ne sais pas, quite enigmatic, I guess.

Reynolds, well, he's a goofball. Not in the irritating Dane Cook/Ashton Kutcher/Van Wilder(!) kind of way, but slight subtler. And personally, he's dating ScarJo. If ScarJo wants you, hey, you're the man for me. Haha.

Anyway back to the movie. I dont especially hate it but I've seen the likes of it before. How is Reynolds' character a slut? He didnt cheat with anyone and he didnt throw himself at girls. So I am quite confused. Did I miss the part where he prostitutes himself?

And Rachel Weisz! What a waste of stunning beauty and substance. The screen lights up when she's in it. Alas...her appearances are limited. The romance between Reynolds' and Isla Fisher's characters are not convincing also. It is slow-burning all right, but again, I dont know. No substance. Sidetrack: Isla Fisher is pretty though. I cant believe at the end of the day, she shares the same bed with Borat.

Fine.
I read too much into it.
It's just a movie.
Bah.

And bah-ness is what I've been feeling of late, cooped at work till late, shuffling between classes and dousing myself in red ink. If I'm not in class, I'm in the MassComm room marking. I set up my computer at the side, plug to some online radio and depending on my mood, choose a music genre. Some days I go urban, some days I go indie. Some days I go electronica/dance. Mostly it's rock - classic, anthemic, deep, blues, accoustic, folk..etc.


The students' advertising assignments.
One of them did Toblerone and after marking his work, I had the strongest urge to nibble a Tobble. Quickly rushed downstairs and got 2.


The trick: Suck off the choc and then bite the softened nougat!



Surrounded by all these these past few days.


So yeah, Friday I decided to break away work a little and went for a walk after work. Walked intensely from City Hall and then I called it a night at Thomson Road/Novena.



I was plugged to the mp3 player all the way. While waiting for the bus near United Square, a commotion happened. A bus stopped and there was like a fight on board, involving some ah peks. Usually, I would be dying to know. But no...not that night. I didnt even bat an eyelid nor took out my headphones to listen. There and then, at the bus stop, I realised I would never make it as an investigative journalist.

Oh well.
So much for majoring in journalism.

Reached home and found feet blistered and bleeding.




Orbi good.


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Bury Me in Black

Wh..What? It's already 0730hrs??????
God!


Went crabbing with Vinz, Adrian, Des and CY2 just now after work and after that, we headed to O Bar. Got home around 0430hrs and now, it's almost time to go to work. On a Sunday! Noooooooo.

Seriously, the bed has never looked so tempting and comfortable...and I can only look yearningly from a far. Wait for me, dear bed. By 1400hrs, we shall make acquaintance.

I can barely open my eyes. My blistered feet (from Friday's walk) are aching from my pseudo-shuffling and Red Indian-like tribal dance moves on the dancefloor. AFter downing a mug of Milo, I am still dehydrated :( I need Red Bull. They give wings.


Weeeeeeeeeeeewoooooooooo!


By the way, just now at O Bar, I was very fascinated by this emo guy who seemed to be so out of place at the RnB/hiphop joint. His long hair,black hooded sweater, black jeans, dark eyes...very Pete Wentz. I like.



Yeah, I surprise myself sometimes too.
Am such a cradle-snatcher.
Any 28-year-old (or older) emo men?


Yes, I like them emo.
I like them laidback.
I like them intelligent.
I like them artistic.
I like them gothic.
I like them indie.
I dont like them happy.

And oh, emo boy took the same bus as CY2.
Damn.

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Okay, I really have to go to work.


"You want to stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep,
I was meant to tread the water
Now I've gotten in too deep,
For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something
'Cause someday I might know my heart.

You already waited up for hours
Just to spend a little time alone with me,
And I can say I've never bought you flowers
I can't work out what the meaning
I never thought that I'd love someone
That was someone else's dream.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something,
'Cause someday I might call you from my heart,
But it might me a second too late,
And the words I could never say
Gonna come out anyway.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something,
'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something
'Cause someday I might know my heart.
Know my heart
Know my heart
Know my heart" - J.Morrison

Walk this way

Last night after work (2200hrs), I felt like a night walk. So I headed off past CHIJMES...


...to Singapore Arts Musuem, to Waterloo, to Bencoolen...

...out at Selegie, down to Bukit Timah (Little India area)...

...down Boon Siew Building, past Kandang Kerbau Hospital, past Tanglin Police Centre..

...down Kg Java, past heavy traffic, dark streets, below CTE...

...and ended at United Square at Novena (Thomson Road).


I could have walked all the way to Old Police Academy, then to the East Flora nursery, down to McRitchie, down to Thomson Plaza, to Bishan Park and then home. But that would be pushing it. And besides it was alread 2300hrs.

And my feet were blistered.

So yeah, last night I was happy just by pulling through a walk from City Hall to Thomson Road within 1 hr, in a dress and heels and carrying a heavy laptop. Next time I'll wear flats and I'll walk home from work.

One day.


P/S: Off to work now. Didnt go NPCC cause I didnt prepare my lesson before hand. Grrr.


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La isla bonita!

Excuse me lah. I really cannot work today. Am having the weekend mood already.

But you must understand, I dont have rest days this week. Am working tomorrow and on Sunday also. So let me take today slightly casual, can?

But seriously it doesnt matter. All that matters today is that Maddie's new MTV is out.

It is out!!!





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Brown eyes blue

Jeans are such common wear now.
However, they definitely have come a long way.


I remember my first pair. A Lee Cooper (sounds like Lauren's car now). I got it at 12 years old after years (yes, years!) of begging for them. I dont know why but the mother refused to get one for me when I was much younger. It's like...I would turn into a beast, a rebel, a crackhead if I were to put on a pair of jeans. So yeah, pre-Lee Cooper, I was always wearing skirts, culottes (ew!) and 80s inspired dresses.


Vintage fashion.
Wow.
Yip-pee.


But yeah, what would a 10-year-old know? Those shoulder pads and over the top 80s fashion. Anyway, that developed my disgust awkward feelings towards 80s. The sheer horror that the mother made me wear because "It's in fashion!" All I wanted was a pair of jeans!

So yeah, when I put on my first jeans, I didnt want to take it off. And that summed up my whole tween years - stonewashed, bootcut, baggy like crazy, torn and tattered, ripped at the seams, safety-pinned at the crotch. Haha teenage years.

And now, I have 7 pairs of them in my wardrobe and I dont want to wear them.

Guess I have come full circle.



P/S: This entry is inspired by my students' articles on fashion.


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Road to somewhere

How to teach others when I myself havent been taught?
How to ask for help when everyone is either too busy, too hostile or too judgemental?
Or, too, dont know?

How to learn it myself when I dont even have the time to reply emails.

This is doing diddly squat for my own self-improvement.

Go fuck yourself.


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And I mean it.

Now give me electronica.


P/S: Time goes by..so slowly. So slowly. Time goes by..so slowly. So slowly. Time goes by..so slowly. So slowly. Time goes by..so slowly. So slowly.

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4 Minutes

Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
I freaking hate marking.


It's 1945hrs and I have been in school for more than 10 hours already...and still counting. The deadline for the mark submission is tomorrow and I still have an obscene pile untouched.

I am marking the remaining few Pop Culture assignments and I can really vomit blood. God, where did I go wrong? 3 components to the assignment and it's hell marking all of them, especially the class assignment. I dare not count how many times I have inked "Incoherent point!", "What is the point of this?" and best of all..just "Pure incoherence!" loud and bold.

Of course, these comments are censored and refined. I'm sure if given no restrictions, you know what I would jolly well write; something involving mummy and an air-borne copulation (flying fuck, lah!) session.

God.

Next...Film assignments.

Feel like ripping the computer beside me (in Mass Comm room) and slamming it against the wall.


Grrrr.


P/S: The initial plan was to go off and catch either Becoming Jane or Teeth. Yeah righ.


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Do I ever cross your mind?

Hah, not today.

Goodbye Lullaby Malubay!


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Carry on/questions

It's the time of the season when I have red and green ink on my hands, my face and on my clothes. It's the marking season, ya'll.


Ptui!


I am having a fit just by marking my Diploma students' advertising projects - Hello Kitty mobile (camera + blackberry + computer..meow!!), Okamoto condoms, LV men's fragrance, Lux hair removal shower gel (caution: do not use on head hair!), Tsingtao Lady beer, Bintang X-treme beer (ginseng and royal jelly...imagine that!), Chivas Regal Crystal Clear, flavoured/scented Vicks VapoRub and Toblerone Strawberry chocolate.

Certain products/concepts look like rip-offs while some are quite original.

Now...if only they can speak/write well in English.



P/S: Note to self...Go buy Toblerone during lunch break.

P/P/S: The power of advertising is immense.

P/P/S/S: Can I join the advertising industry? Am I too old?


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Ferry cross the mersey

Fenerbahce just scored!!

I know they can win this.


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Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

I am really looking forward to the weekend where I can do things at a much relaxed pace. Right now...I cant do anything without thinking about something else. I fell asleep while watching Idol and in my sleep, I thought about the show. I woke at 0130hrs and watched the repeat telecast again.

Now am watching Arsenal-Liverpool and am going crazy thinking about the Fenerbahce-Chelsea match.

And also thinking of blogging, movies, work work work.

I give up.

All I want is one week to myself, to do whatever I want.

Just one week.

MARK RONSON - STOP ME
Uploaded by misslupin

"Stop me, oh, oh, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you've
Heard this one before
Stop me, oh, oh, oh stop me
Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

Cuz nothing's changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you,
Only slightly
Only slightly less than I used to... my love

I was delayed, I was way-laid,
An emergency stop
I saw the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said I'd lied to her?

Who said I'd lied because I never? Never!
Who said I'd lied because I never?

I was detained, I was restrained
And broke my knee
And broke my spleen
And then he really laid into me, yeah!
Friday night in out-patients
Who said I lied to her?

Who said I lied? Coz I never, never!
Who said I lied to her? '

So I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor ...
I drank more

Stop me, oh, oh, oh stop me
Stop me if you think that you've
Heard this one before
Stop me, oh, I said stop me
Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

Nothing's changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
Only slightly
Only slightly less than I used to, my love

Set me free why don't you
Get out my life why don't you
Coz you don't really love me, no,
You just keep me hanging on..."


By the way, recently, a shadow resurfaced after years of being dormant. Enough. Just leave me alone. It's no good and we know how the ending will be. I'm not interested in this anymore. Let it be the past and move on.

A thousand times goodnight, sleeping satellites.


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Drift away

So Man U won 2-0. I predicted 1-0 but haiyah, it's okay.

I woke up feeling gay (happy, peeople) cause it's one of those rare times I didnt have to jump straight to the computer and into the books. I woke up at 0930hrs, opened my new glossy Elle (finally) and read till 1045hrs. After that..guess what, I managed to fix lunch!

Woohoo.
Damn rare.
Grabbed Snow White and surfed/chatted as I cooked.
And Doobie Brothers were playing on the radio.
Gimme me the beat, boys!





Yeah it's only Maggi but hey, good enough okay.
No time to fry, steam or roast stuff.

Over the weekend I finally cleared the clutter on my bed. That deserved another entry on its own. But anyway, I found some old pictures near the old computer. So cute..my brother and I wahaha.


Happy belated 27th birthday, asshole.

It's time to get ready for work. Gonna take cab as always but it's different this time cause I am pooling with Berry Berry Strawberry. That's half the price. Sweet.


P/S: Meeting new students. Got cute ones or not????

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In da ..errm..club?

Yesterday's workshop was a sham, Abby's email was full of shit, the mango I just ate was sweet and now I'm mugging for afternoon class.

Am on late shift this whole week and will be working till Sunday. Ain't life effing sweet?


CY2,
Saturday.
Club.
Bring.
It.
On.


P/S: Sharinah, what did you get me? The thought of it is killin me hahaha!


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Toy soldier

Do I miss Lauren?
Do I miss Lauren...not?
Do I?
Do I not?
This is so lame.


It's 0406hrs and I should be sleeping considering I have a freaking long day (workshop) down at Orchard Road later. But...I dont want to surrender. My days at home are so short nowadays and urgh, most of the time spent is on the floor.

Anyway, I have just finished clearing the disaster which was on my bed. You see, another reason why I didnt sleep on my bed (apart from couldnt make it there before 100% sleepiness crept in) was that 1/2 of the bed was covered with clothes. Yeah...I dont have time to put everything in my wardrobe and so...the pile just grew and grew. I had to sleep cross-legged. Ridiculous? I show you the pictures soon.

The symposium was a nightmare. It being the first time I've participated in such nonsense, I wasnt really prepared and got the concept all wrong. There I was ready to share my research and findings but then, everyone else talked about methods and other technical aspects they faced while doing their researches.

So all my preparations was in vain and in the 11th hour, I changed the manner and speech that I had to say. When it was my turn, I cooked a whole lot of cock and bull story about doing research, on sports, on global phenomenon, on pop culture, on travels ... it was amazing that people still clapped for me at the end of it. The last time I checked, my voice was audibly quivering.

Oh, it really didnt help my ego to know that most of the uni reps were talking about their PhD thesis and research. Ph-fucking-D leh! I glared at my boss for bringing me into this mess, for making me feel so inadequate. PhD...I just have a shitty degree. Dammit.

It didnt help also that I didnt sleep the day before..or the day before before (Thursday). It's not insomnia. I could sleep but I had to stay awake to do work and some symposium stuff.

The symposium was over around 1330hrs and the uni reps invited Idaho and I to lunch at an Indian restaurant nearby. One of the reps, a pretty woman, asked me something.


Rep: So what the things that you want to do? You have done so many things already.
Ed: Hmmm...I really dont know.
Rep: Oh come on! Am sure you've got some plans!
Ed: At this moment, not really. I've done what I've always wanted to do - be in radio, write, teach, do social work...hmmm, can't think of anything else, really.
Rep: Hmm yeah, you have covered a fair bit considering you're only 28. You have learnt a lot of things.
Ed: But I'm a master of none! Haha!
Rep: Nah...so nothing else ya?
Ed: Haha I can die happy, cant I?
Rep: Sure you can!
Ed: Wait.
Rep: Yea?
Ed: I can be a florist.


To say that I just want to travel the world didnt cross my mind.
Never mind.

After lunch, I went back to the office (1500hrs on a class-less Saturday!) and began to surf. Surfed for graduate programmes in Singapore and honestly, nothing anywhere caught my eye. How....don't tell me I have to go overseas again to pursue it?

Another uni rep asked me to go Liverpool John Moores Uni for my masters. Tempting but I really not feeling the course - some Internet and Comms thingy. When I told him I was more interested in films and advertising, philosophy/sociology and stuff, he turned and said:


"Films? But what can you do after that??"


Wah lao! A lot okay! Like being a more appreciative person? One with more empathy and knowledge? Just because I am not into your nonsense doesnt mean I cannot survive, okay?! Pompous academic. He cant even say the words "change" and "film" correctly. Anyway, what I want to pursue is seriously none of your business...unless you are thinking of sponsoring me.

At 1700hrs, I gave up. I still had no idea where to go and what to do for my grad education. I packed up and headed to Borders, planning to meet Meiling later to catch a show instead. She got some discount and we ended up paying only $4.50 each.







THE BUCKET LIST comes off a bit cheesy but if one immerses oneself completely and go beyond the schmaltz, it's so bittersweet. It's quite predictable but ah, Rob Reiner always succeeds in pulling heartstrings and drawing tears and laughs at the same time (When Harry Met Sally, The Princess Bride, Alex and Emma, Stand By Me, Rumour Has It...).


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Carter Chambers: Tell me how it's different.
Edward Cole: I build a billion dollar business up from NOTHING! Presidents have asked my advice, I have dined with royalty, and i'm supposed to make out like what? This trip was supposed to MEAN something to me? Like it was gonna change ME? How did you see it playing out Carter, I knock on the door, she answers, she's surprised and angry, but I tell her how much I love her and miss her, and OH, by the way, I'm gonna be dead soon so I'm reaching out to you because I don't wanna die alone?
Carter Chambers: Everyone's afraid to die alone.
Edward Cole: I'm not everyone! This was supposed to be fun. That's all it ever was.

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Edward Cole: Here's something to remember when you're older Thomas - never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on, and never trust a fart.
Thomas: I'll remember that when I start "decrepitating" sir.

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Carter Chambers: Even now I cannot understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this. I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open. And I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place, because he was buried on the mountain. And that was against the law.

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Edward Cole: The simplest thing is... I loved him. And I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together. Which is amazing... When you think that only three months ago, we were complete strangers! I hope that it doesn't sound selfish of me but... the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life... And he knew it before I did.

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I have never liked Jack Nicholson cause..erm..I dont like his over-the-top acting. Maybe the images of him being Joker really scared me silly. But Morgan Freeman is understated as usual, and still manage to press his presence to the front. His son acts as his son (hah) in this show and it's always nice to see real-to-reel bonding.

Morgan Freeman is always playing the voice of reason/God/narration and he does it again this time with The Bucket List. He doesnt suck so yeah...he can play God until the day he dies and it still doesnt matter.

The Bucket List starts out cheesy but it progresses into a masterpiece. Maybe it's because the mise-en-scene of the film plays a big part. Yeah, at the end of the show, many were left with teary eyes,including yours truly ... mascara running and all. Considering that after 2 days of no-sleep, I was still very much awake thruought the show. That meant something.

So yeah...watch this before you..err..kick the bucket. Philosophy, baby.

After watching this, I am really looking forward to New York with my 3 friends. I wish all the others can come along. We'll paint NYC red, blue and white, I tell you.

Sunday morning saw Meiling and I to another movie screening (free). But I shall leave it for tomorrow. It's almost 0500hrs and I need to wake up soon.

To do that, I need to go to bed.

A thousand times goodnight, tree huggers.

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Tomorrow never dies

 

The symposium is tomorrow.

 

Which is perfect cause although I stayed up till 0600hrs, I didnt manage to come to a decision. If the symo was today (just now), I would have just winged it.

 

But now, it is actually tomorrow. Tonight, I have to do the whole process of deciding all over again. All I know is that I am confirm not doing Sports as global phenomenon.

 

I dont care if the boss had disseminated a memo telling what our topics are going to be. I am not not going to do that.

 

And...bah, I am the last one to present. What are the chances that they are all going to be interested still?

 

 

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When it's over...

Okay am having doubts about Baz Luhrmann. May sound too frivolous.

Think I'll go with Robert Putnam.

Luhrmann
Putnam
Luhrman
Putnam.


Mummy! It's almost 0500hrs!


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Fools rush in

Something to cheer myself up cause sometimes...I wonder why I work so hard.





Yes, I am fortune's fool.


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In darkness let me dwell

I am super fucked up now. It's almost 0300hrs and I just realised that tomorrow's symposium (wtf is that anyway?) with the people from Liverpool John Moores University is on research methods.


What the hell!!?? Susanne Chan!
I realise now that my "talk" is so freaking irrelevant!
Babi!


2 days ago, the boss said that we (Idaho and I) had to present something at the symposium because everyone from LJMU is going to give a talk or something. Idaho, being the no-nonsense MBA student that she is, told the boss she's going to do something about effective measurement of research in public relations. I turned around and stared her in the face.


Effective measurement wha..what??
Huh? What's that?!


I then turned to my boss and gave him a blank look.


Ed: Must I present? I dont know anything intelligent or profound!
Babiboss: Well, think of something!
Ed: I cant! I'm under duress.
Babiboss: Anything. Just come up with something.
Ed: *grumble* no time *grumble* gonna embarrass myself
Babiboss: Tell me by tonight.
Ed: Yeah whatever.

I walked away. Stupid shit. Shouldnt have gone and checked emails at the common computer area.

That night, I texted the boss and wrote:


"Sports as global phenomenon!!!"


I was quite happy with my presentation topic until minutes ago when I realised that the event will be talking about research and that everyone has damn cheem topics like:

- I didn't understand what you wrote, can you write again with easy
word": Researching on young fans in an online fan community

- Researching Hybrid Audiences: The Nexus of Producers and Consumers

- Studying Gender: Madonna or Monster? Gender and power in the case of
Myra Hindley

- Investigating European Cinema: Film Director Pedro Almodovar and his 1999 Film Todo Sobre Mi Madre (All About My Mother)

- Virtual Space and Real Place: New challenges for researchers interested
in studying the cultural dimensions of Online Social Networking Sites

- Reading Terry Pratchett's Discworld: Using on-line surveys to research
fantasy audiences

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..
..

Like...WHAT THE FUCK! My 'Sports as global phenomenon' seems like a nursery rhyme lah!

Okay I cannot take it anymore. I am stuck with a low-self esteem, utmost anger and a throbbing headache. Shit life is very stressful these past few days. Top it of, my March phone bill is $105. I dont know how it got that high, mind you. I seldom talk on the phone and I dont have a boyfriend.

Times like this I really wish I didnt give my handphone number to students.


*breathe in
*breathe out
*breathe in
*breathe out


Okay. Let's think. 'Sports as global phenomenon' will be thrown out of the freaking window now. If I dont feel good about it, I dont think I will be good in presenting it anyway. I have rummaged my uni assignments and here are the options I have:


- Films: Reflecting and Creating the Social Environment That Surrounds It

- Democracy: Why does it generate criticism?

- Auteurship: Discussing Baz Luhrmann and how his approach is influence by social/cinematic context.

- Critique on Robert Putnam's The Strange Disappearance of America [this is my treasured piece of junk, I tell you!]


Aiyoh.
All look so lame compared to their topics.


*breathes in
*breathes out


It's 0335hrs now.
Think I will go with Baz Luhrmann.
Wish me luck.
I hate talking.


...and yet God make me a teacher.



P/S: My voicebox jammed during my evening Journalism class just now. I had to stop and stand awkwardly in front of the class for about 5 minutes (dead air), trying very hard to rev my voice. Quite malu-ating.


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Every move you take

Oh he's so gila babi good! David Cook got my vote for this week's American Idol performances.


I was just dumbstruck.
I mean it's a Chris Cornell cover of the MJ's hit.
But I Cook makes it so...his.

Still still...Jason Castro still has my heart. Kwa kwa kwa. Bugger can just be a subway singer but hey, I'm a sucker for laidback guy, okay?!


I'll forgive your tight pants, Castro.


So yeah. The New York trip is more or less confirmed - 4th to 15th June 08 - and Rae is joining us, making it a foursome now. Cool. We can occupy the whole dorm then. So Rae, it's time for us to eat grass, air and the whole earth, wind and fire shit. Scary I know.

Anyway, because I am a person who likes to think far (pah!), I am already thinking of what should I do with my money post New York. Of course to save up for the next big trip (I wanna go back to Manchester/London... and Perth)is a very good idea. However, I am looking for another option.

Like pursuing my studies perhaps?

I still havent found a place where I can pursue my masters. Heck, I dont even know what masters programme I want to take. Logically, I should take Masters in Communications, right? But, will you believe me if I say that I am not interested in that? Well I am not.

Am thinking of pursuing Creative Writing (New York Tisch!),Journalism, Liberal Arts, Asian Studies, International Relations, yada yada. Of course I dont know if I can qualify or not. Sad, right?

Never mind. Shall slowly find.

A thousand times goodnight, chaperones and latch keys.


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By the light of the silvery moon

So cute.
Swoon.
The smile.
Swoon.
The eyes.
Swoon.
The hair.
Swoon.
Did I mention the smile?
Swoon swoon.


And that's my friend, is my latest poem entitled ... "Swoon".


P/S: I get little dumber whenever I see cuteness. Gosh, what a genius I could be if everyone is god damn ugly.

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This Love!

So yeah...a couple of days ago, Nani gave me a lead as to how I could get tickets to Maroon 5 concert. I took her lead and yesterday, I managed to secure 1 free pair of tickets. So I brought Lauren cause I knew she wanted to go.


Erm..
Gimme 5?

We reached Indoor Stadium at 1900hrs and we met Nani, Andrew, Ana and her 2 sisters. Ana (whom we know from back in Perth) and gang came down from Malaysia at 1700hrs just to catch Moron Maroon 5.They were to go back the following morning (just now). Crazy. Too much money and free time. Hah!

Anyway, we were all seated separately. Nani and Andrew on the VIP floor while the rest of us were at the left side of the stage; very near! Near the speakers!





It was full house. 2000hrs and anticipation was in the air. About 20 minutes later, Adam, Mickey, Matt. Jesse and (ahhhh!)Kurt Cobain James Valentine came out!






They started with a favourite Harder To Breathe and well, I dont really blame the speakers for stinging my ears. Adam Levine's voice is really that whiny. It's okay for songs which I am familiar with cause I know the words, but for those which I am not ... well, he simply sounded like a mash-up between Daffy Duck, Donald Duck and (yabadi yabadi) Porky Pig.

Still the crowd lapped it up. I mean...not many can really resist tattooed Levine. Not my bag though. The guitarist was more for me.

Of course Lauren was ecstatic when they sang Wont Go Home Without You. Me? After Levine talked some crap about feeling like the whole Singapore was in the Indoor Stadium (what does he know anyway?), he broke out into the most melodious tune ever.

Wahahaha.
Okay I am biased.
She Will Be Loved is the best song from them, okay!


Lauren took it sideways...



"Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn’t matter anymore

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
It’s compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You can come anytime you want

I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved"


*faint*


Note: Must sing/play this song at my wedding. That is, provided I get married. If not, err...listen to it still. Bah! Sing for me, sing for me!!!


Anyway, yeah they whined and screamed and not "soon before long" (I cant resist this), they stopped. Stopped for toilet break or to wait for encore. Not really sure. Time check...2110hrs only!


Ah...a break for our ears.

I guess they really have not many songs to sing considering their 2 commercial albums contain that many songs. Their earlier background werent really mainstream though I hope Valentine could spin some riffs from his Reel Big Fish days.

Levine had traces of Sting (or Zainal Abidin and his HIJAU vibe) in him as he did his jungle-yell but of course, he couldnt carry it as well as Sting. I mean...no one can fight Sting and his earthy/tantric aura.

Oh ... they are back. Matt the drummer took the limelight and beat the living daylights out of the (ear) drums. I guess with almost everyone's attention on Levine, this is his only time to shine. But again it wasnt soon before long (okay i better stop this), before the rest (and Levine) came out to continue their 2nd set.


It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you

Yeah right.

He really didnt last through the night. He only lasted till 2130hrs. What the fuck...so short. Minus the break, it's almost just an hour concert.

Thank god tickets were free!


Ed with Ana and her sisters.



Former Perthians - Ana, Ed, Lauren


We met Sha and Sal, who were there courtesy of free tickets also. It's almost like a Moonie gathering now - Ed, Laure, Sha and Nani haha. We all spplit after that; Nani, Andrew and Ana went back to Cavanagh Road, Sha and Sal to Kallang KFC, and Lauren and headed to City Hall and then home.

And o my god...look at the time now.
Time to go to freaking work!


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she will be loved

Work is shitty as usual. But I managed to get a pair of free tickets to Maroon 5.

Haha,talk later.

Need to sleep.


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Summer kisses winter tears

I kind of forget...it's my brother's 27th birthday. So yeah, happy birthday man.

 

I guess it doesnt matter. I seldom see my family members anyway. Them being busy with their lives and me, grappling to get hold of mine.

 

Just booked my leave for the USA trip 4-16th June. It all seems so far away, still so hazy. I cant even bring myself to think about April but hopefully, the idea of summer in New York will keep me alive.

 

All right.

 

Marking.

 

 

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Vindicated

It's 0751hrs and I have been up for 2 hrs. Yes I woke up at 0550hrs, lifted myself from (yes, you guess it) the floor and took a much needed shower. Hunger led me to the kitchen, cornflake-d and then I surfed.

I had a super-duper headache yesterday and it gripped my brain like crazy. Maybe what I had was migraine...I dont know. Never been told that I could have migraine. Everyone seems to have migraine, it kind of "cheapen" the pain.



Anyway...

Yeah, I reached school in the afternoon and I could feel it brewing. It was Policy class and that added to the intensity of the pain. Maybe it was hunger cause I didnt eat anything until 1730hrs. So i slowly dragged myself to Funan foodcourt and ate something. Nope. Pain didnt go away. And it was almost time for my evening class. Policy class again. Sickening succotash.



Talked until my voice went hoarse. Policy is something which is quite alien to the communication students. I have to admit, it is kind of difficult and there's a lot of politics and philosophy involved. Honestly, my students...not all are cut out for this. Many of them are just looking for easy way out and are trapped in this unit.

Of course I want to laugh in their faces and say, "Orbi kwek!" but ah, it's not that easy. Some of you may know that I am one who will find flaws in the system and find time to slack at work. Hell I did that a lot in ShitNPee But of course when I give my all, it's almost to the point of obsession. So yeah, as much as I want to laugh in their faces for taking the wrong unit, a part of me goes out all the way to make them want to be interested. And this is taking a toll on me, man. Oh well.

So yeah, voice went hoarse and my throat is as rough as a sandpaper. Along the way home, I was just whining to Shortcake about what an ass of a headache that I was having. Reached home, I just wanted to vegetate in front of the TV for a while. But the sleeping buddha father was watching football and refused to let me watch my TV.

That triggered everything.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed my towel, headed to my room and slammed the fucking door. Why does everyone deserve to have a shitty day but not me?

I threw my bag down (laptop and all) and just collapsed on the floor. The pain in the head was damn intense and I had to cover my face, away from the blinding light. So yeah...it was migraine I guess. I cried, okay..haha it was that painful. After 30 mins (2300hrs) I read the papers and fell asleep. The next thing I knew it was 0600hrs.

And now...it's time to go to work.
I hate my life right now.

My boss had the cheek to ask me: "Where did all your motivation go?" That got me pissed off as I continued thumping the keyboard beside him yesterday. I had to stop myself from lashing out at him saying "It's you! You kill it!" Quickly did whatever I had to do and went out for long dinner.

Fucking chee bye. You give me a lot of crap and then ask me where do all my motivation go to. You fucking know the answer yourself, right, chee bye? I have 101 questions and issues and you cannot even provide me a simple convincing answer. You expect me to believe you, work with you? Nabei lah. Go back to your country.

Again, time to go to work.
Pissed off.


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