Woah, i've finally gotten the hang of arranging my priorities. Its a Thursday, and that's No-school-day for my final sem (WOOHOO). Gy and I are meeting for a swim soon (actually 10mins ago) but I found a sense of time that wasn't in me the past 19 years-- I finished my calendar designs  & sent it to Bryan, printed my tutorials & lectures for tomorrow's scheduled lessons.

All hail the new and improved P.Y2009.

I've been rabidly tubing these guys since I've lost touch with Dexter & Nippy episodes but I'll catch up soon. I love the different classes of funk presented by Ok Go and Cage The Elephant.

Ok Go is a four-man band, quirky with their image & acts, bewitching in the tunes they invoke. I remember hearing "Here It Goes Again" eons ago but never realized the talent behind those beats. Anyone's life CAN get better with Cable TV, sigh. Check out their budgeted but intrigueing dance video. (IT ROPED THEM IN TO FAME!)

I honestly want to learn those moves! There was an OkGo youtube dance contest yeeeears back, dang! But I've got a quad crew in mind just for fun, heh.

And next, there's Cage The Elephant. A delightful name in my humble opinion. They're much like Foxy Shazam, one of my favourite bands, but not as fun. The lead singer, Matt Shultz, shakes too much like its a syndrome. Eric Sean Nally from Foxy on the other hand, really looks like he's enjoying the music when he shakes. & he doesn't shake that up-down way like Matt Shultz, like he needs to pee or something. A youtuber also commented that CTE's rhythm guitarist looks like he's cumming all the time, lol watch it here. Always fun to read the comments ;) Here's another below:

NAFA students; filming for a module project . Title-Miss, Understand?

Gah, the holidays are over. But the final semester is here yaaaaaay!

Here's one for lingering nightmares:

My cat is possessed.

At least it seems very much that way. Bebe has been chasing her tail and madly hissing at it like she just realized her tail actually exists (after 5 years), growling loudly at nothingness, her skin rolling underneath her thick black fur ("skin-rolling disease"- it does exist) and according to my sister, chasing unseen adversaries, holy crap. The above mentioned behaviors are symptoms to what is known as Feline Hyperesthesia (FHS), a mental disorder associated with stress and paranoia. & believe me, watching my cat behaving that way is heartbreaking and terrifying even because she's like the feline version of the girl in The Exorcist.

I shan't go much into paranoia since Bebe has been an extra nervous one since she was a little girl. Stress, her stress could be derived from 3 ensuing events lately:

1) Middle-age man committed suicide 2 levels above my unit, breaking my living room window in the midst of his fall
I'm having the shivers writing this point no.1 now. Yes, even I may be suffering from paranoia and trauma. Bebe happened to be in the living room (omg i realize the irony now, living room) during the crash.

2) Bebe was strangled by the drawstrings of a bolster's end
This was totally unintentional on the defensive mark of my sister & I. We were playing with Bebe using the drawstring, she got less amused with the string, therefore deciding to enter the looped strings with HER HEAD  (STUPID CAT!). We tried to remove it but she ended up struggling and attempting to run away from us, causing the loop to become tighter & her neck smaller. Sigh.

3) She heard various cats hissing on Youtube
My sis and I were skyping with bro & for some reason, we were sending funny cats video links to each other. The audio was on close to maximum & Bebe was chillin' under the bed which had the laptop and us sitting on it.

On that very night, awhile after the lights out, Bebe began on her series of loud growls and satanic hisses, waking me and eventually my sister. We had to calm her down for an hour on and off or more before she got quiet for 4hrs to allow us sleep time. I was bothered by the first bout of cuckoo but thought it'll pass. Well, it didn't. It happened again on the second night though not for that long a duration. The third night it happened made me very worried. I went on a Google rampage with Cassie while Bebe was in her own kind of rampage. Discovered FHS, realized a match of the symptoms & texted my sister.

I pointed out real-life accounts which mentioned cats biting an inch off its tail, exposing the bone & even worse- cat owners returning home to find their beloved cats sitting in a pool of blood with a broken tail. OMFG RIGHT?! I KNOW! That double triple quadrupled my sister's approval to bring Bebe to see Dr Au.

We brought Bebe to the vet at Serangoon Brighton Cres today. Dr Robin Au doesn't seem very equipped with the knowledge of FHS. I can confidently put out that I know more than him when it comes to FHS since I spent a lot of time reading on FHS. I was a little annoyed at that observation but I can't blame him since FHS is a rare condition & his humble clinic is located in the heart of where wealthy cat & dog-owners thrive. He was however, very expressive & comprehensible when he warned us about Cat epilepsy. He did a very unflattering facial and hand montage of a seizure. That took me out of my tension, ha ha.

Bebe's on anti-depressants & nerve-relaxers now. That seemed to help her sleep more & hiss less. We mixed the drugs with her dinner since we weren't exactly good at force-feeding with a syringe. It's 1am as I'm typing and she's playing with a packet of tissue now, quietly. I'm both relieved and hopeful now. Everyone pray for Bebe's sanity!!!

Cat lovers or owners might want to learn more about the symptoms, prevention & treatment of FHS here.

That's some pretty cool shiez right? Deniece showed it to me via fb, so nice of her. The video is super edgy even though its first person approach has a high risk potential of turning out boring. What better way to grab attention than adding a bit of sex-y, crime & blood. Keep the cool vids coming, Deniece :)

Swam some 10 laps today. Soaked up the sun. But all my efforts at weight loss went down the drain when Shy and I went for a night feast at... well, Changi Airport's Popeyes & Ya Kun. We went into self-denial for awhile by walking from T3 to T2 and back to T3.

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Current Mood: giggly

Ah, Garage rock revival.

I love how holidays are like. I LOVE getting bored doing nothing and in a perverse way, I enjoy suffering the wrath of insomnia. Though not so much when seeing dark rings appear. Sigh, blame it on bad family D.N.A. I met up with Collette today for lunch and a movie (The Ugly Truth; witty humour btw), and I realized that I'm less vertically challenged than before! Or could it be Collette's gotten shorter? Hmm. Nah, I'll stick with the prior. Since I'm on it, tall or short Collette's still pretty. Good skin, baby smooth complexion and a tiny face. Tsk. Mah, Dah, why didn't you guys bestow me with better genes?!

I just hit the big Two-Zero anyway. It is a little tough getting used to the idea of being a step closer to adulthood. Wait, I am an adult. A young adult. Still, "a young teenager" does have a nicer kick to it. Ah well, my turning 20 wasn't all fancy with balloons, pretty dresses and cakes spiked with alcohol. It was a simple get-together at a cheap restaurant with fittingly cheapo friends & Inglourious Basterds at 2am. & stuff.

Life is good, for now despite having a stranger crashed on my window on his hurry to end his life.

Loy POPeed and we finally caught up with each other after >=2 months. That's like one sixth a year. To think we used to see each other every other day. I found Loy's company delightful despite the notable pause. He filled me in with Tales of Tekong and it was on the contrary, rather entertaining.


Us, 2 years back. The other pictures weren't much presentable, tee hee.

The standard account of Army-ish events is (often, i observe) a monotonous chatter of choked up hokkien vulgarities. The widely-used noun which can be an adjective AND a verb is "cheebye" a.k.a the lady berry a.k.a look-it-up-yourself. Loy however has the ability to illustrate in a gentle manner, painting a clear picture enabling you to feel what he had felt but still keep you within your comfort zone. Okay, let me give you a real-life example, say... when ANANAS (alias, duh) spoke of her unearthly sexual voyages with the matrep, she'd share it in excruciatingly crude details like "I told my boyfriend to take his **** out cos I had to pee" 

It started off a tad awkward in the beginning, with us remarking on each other's appearances then we took off in a series of thought-provoking topics like "Race is a definite barrier in a romantic relationship. Elaborate," and etc. Oh gawd, we sound terribly low-life and nerdy! (insert appropriate emoticon here.) On top of GP associated topics (lol), we talked about each others shortcomings in life of course in animated & accented style *wink*, etc. We criticized, ridiculed but surprisingly laid off the mild taunts at innocent path crossers. We had poor people's food: Prata at Simpang and later tauhuay for dessert at our little hangout corner close to home.

Tonight wasn't memorable but that is the very reason why I've decided to write about it. It's ordinary meet-ups like these that are worth remembering sometimes.

This is one awkward female lead singer.



This MV has a great level of potential but dang, look at the lead herself! Sure, she's blonde, she's pretty, she's cute but I can't tell if the intended self-portrayal is cutesie, punk or slut-sexy cos she sure looks uncomfortable taking on all these labels. Pseudo-sexual, that's what's been described of Emily Haines to redeem her awkwardness. Shrugs. Maybe. Not making that judgement solely on the style of this video (it's interesting!) but only after viewing Metric's other music videos. Metric's quite fanciful & Haine's a good songwriter, yes, but i wish it had more style. A differentiated one. No sweat though, they're pretty damn popular already.

They're a Canadian Indie band btw, catchy upbeat music- might just be worth your time :)

FIRSTS

Yup I finally wrote my first script in 2 hours, based loosely on my friend Jeremy. Ok, EXTREMELY loosely. We're both first-timers, him- acting and me- directing/scriptwriting etc so do not expect anything epic. We had a lot of fun though, maybe not so much on Jeremy's part since 3 quarts the time he was going,

"omg so weeeird..this is sooo hard.... *whines*"

Mostly done on tripod but played around with angles towards the end

Had 1 regular pizza each that day. (for real)

So 'zhnged' right? Even A WEE BIT pro-looking, no? 

Truth is, we were faking this. These shots (&more) were taken only after filming. The entire set looked like that except for the flash unit attached on my camera & the laptop was facing Jeremy & I wasn't wearing any earphones. 

Since it's a first-time solo project, everything has to be done on super budget. 1 actor, 2 accessible locations (J & my place), 1 camera. It's a monologue, 8 pages in length, 4 hours of fun filming Jeremy in his gayest for a mere 5 minute screen time.

LASTS






My nocturnal friends have all spent their last days as non-NS men on a fairly good note. Jeremy with a fking lousy movie Blood Ties but great parody & heartscratchy sessions & Les with August & friends. Ah nights will surely be different. Virtual & Real-wise :(

MGMT reeks the smell of talent. They get inspirations from the sounds of nature, specifically mentioned by them were "insects". Who knew insects were capable of such funk. They've always been hippies as proven by this video taken in 2003. It isn't difficult to tell that they weren't so much high on anything yet.



They looked so happy and full of life then,right? Their live performance however, doesn't seem as good as before. Even a lousy portable radio can be employed to spice up their music & it works so fine! Let's take a look at them in the now.



You'll tell the difference.

And yes, they don't say much clever stuff but after a taste of their music, their attitude marks as less annoying :) MGMT ftw! I thought I'm not cut out to dance pretty much at all, but after seeing this, I realise I can do all those moves.

in Porn-ish & brutal epic film:
GAMER

Ho hyeah I shall address the "Porn-ish" first. Expect swarms of teaties n ass flashes & split second fillers. Maybe people like "S" would appreciate these light kicks but frankly, I found its manner of appearance a tad abrasive. Overdone maybe, for my taste. "Brutal" for its sharp & cleverly devised gore scenes. A head-blown-off scene from Gamer EASILY pwnzs Final Destination IV as a whole.

'Gamer' is the latest budget roll-out of Neveldine Taylor, directors known for their low-cost films built with quality and edge. Gy and I reckoned that this time they invested too much on Gerard Butler and Michael C. Hall, resulting in the bulk appearances of amateur pornstar-looking casts. I feel Crank was a better movie than this latest installment by N&T. The movie concept is mind boggling- a new world where virtual reality meets the real reality. Woah doesn't that sound like Sandra's kind of world :)

Good portrayal of the "Society" world (humans controlling humans behind a computer) but somehow i think it could be better. Excellent performance by Michael C. Hall as crazy, rich & evil Billionaire prodigy Ken Castle. Worst performance has to go to Kable's daughter with only 1 failed expression to offer in her thankfully few appearances. If the trailer had included the "Society" world, even a few seconds of showcasing its flamboyant style, Gamer might attract/trick more people into watching.

Check out Gamer's behind-the-scenes video. I should get a pair of rollerblades too! 

Most of you would know that my twin brother & I are worlds apart not only in terms of fronts & mannerisms but also in taste. He just got off the internet, leaving me with a link to Priscilla Renea's Hello My Apple, probably thinking that since she's holding a guitar, I might dig her. Ha ha, well of all the links we've shared with each other, this song's A TEENY BIT similar to the type of music I'd listen to (:

Hello My Apple


Creatively complicated set huh! I find her stare at the camera creepy though,

Current Mood: amused

& 2 voices
comes heartwarming duo, Vandaveer:

I got to know about them from I'm Waking Up To...

Its musicians like them that make me want to be breathe the air they breathe. The way Mark Charles Heidinger plays at his guitar like its his most effortless calling.. & how his voice blends so charmingly with the strings. What better way to crown the music to perfection than by sweetening it with the vocals of his sister/friend Rose Guerin.

Vandaveer belongs to the Folk music genre but I hear subtle Pop-ish elements in their compositions. It's beautiful & makes you (or maybe just me) want to set up a fireplace with them and roast marshmallows forever whilst watching/hearing them perform.

I've been reading (alot) on Vandaveer and it didn't take me long to realise that Rose's quality isn't much credited for. There's a lot more hype on Heidinger than her, even in album reviews, Rose Guerin only receives a 1 sentence sort of credit. Sad! I love her voice. Maybe she doesn't have the prettiest of pretty faces but she has a quirky style of her own. I shall put an end here with


I have a feeling a substantial amount of their tracks will be on my retirement soundtrack haa hee hee.

Not everyone loves a mellow day at home, starting late in the day (13:00). A blurred method to operate a life and body. Well, from an on-the-edge-of-hardcore idler's point of view, this custom can be practised but only in moderation. Repeat, only in a moderation. Blah blah blah I'd like to go on explaining in depth my opinion on the issue of Screwed Up Bodyclocks but Naw; noone even the pruned-face future me & my 9 kittens on a couch with a touch-screen macbook air, would be interested much. I don't know about you but I for one, would like to remember what the media had fed me in the September of 2009.

He he, I have a vibrant life ;)

Phoo, what a languid & mouthful piece of introduction! Anyway I've been feeding my visuals & jellifying my brainjoose with lots of online stream TV since the holidays.. At one point, a very.. i must add, sad point, Ifang introduced me to a Korean Drama series called The World They Live In. I endured 2 episodes (let me hear some applause), before something powerful in me gripped me by the shoulders and warned me, "Py, you have.to.stop." So i stopped; I steadied my form with several episodes of The Simpsons, and went on a Tudou rampage with Nip Tuck. Then you have it, I.AM.BACK!



NIPTUCK; I'm sad you know, that there aren't many religious NT followers I know of. One of the many bright things in life (for me) is to have someone whose as excited to talk about a movie/tv show as you are. Don't make me dig out your rolling eyes now. Anyway thank you Ifang, I know of your kind intentions when you introduced the drama to me cos its about filming crews & such but... but. the Koreans did it wrong again!

Been thirsting for a good comedy series since How I Met Your Mother ended. I loveee comedy sitcoms for many reasons, one of which, I don't have to eat with nothing on the primary agenda! That's.... that's sad right? No... no it's perfectly normal.. (laughs manicly) I'm clinching on these 2:

Wish i had the time to photoshop my face there.

Shoot a 30s short film with Raymond. Later on at night, I wasn't really playing mahjong at my friend's family chalet, I was editing the video at Mcdonalds. Ok more like, R did the editing.

Everything went better than I thought it would since the night before,there were no finalized arrangements except the time & location (12pm, MRT station) for meeting, which was postponed to 3.30pm on Saturday itself. Strangely, there weren't any expressions of urgency or anxiety. Maybe that works the trick sometimes. It was only after we met that we begin the location scouting; settled on a nice field-with-road-alongside corner along Loyang farmway.

Tsk, so much for all the research done on "abandoned places in Singapore". The weather baked my skin to a deeper tan and uhh, i'd rather not go into the sticky & clammy details. We stopped to marvel at the scenery for a bit before slooking into the hardly-a-storyboard. An ugly pink unit caught my eye and we later decided on using that brick-ish place for the vid too.

         

I love you, i miss you, i think of you before i fall i asleep, can't stop thinking about you, what is my day & night without you? I dream about you all the time even when i fall asleep peeing... i love you..

Guess I'll never understand the fractions behind boundless of artless & flagrant love expressions. Call me a cynic or a skeptic if you must. Perhaps I have not met anyone who is able to transform me into a hopeless (& unassured) romantic. Actually, I'd rather not if that really is going to happen to me. I'm thankful to those who publicise their love on social networks, public blogs, etc because you all have shed light on the infantility of this phenomenon I see as an issue.

Is there a dire need to express love excessively in public if your love is mutual, two-sided & rock steady? If there is a much felt need to express it so much, I urge the guilty to dig around for some sort of circumspection towards the people around you, your love interest, previous love interest (add an "s" if party is a slut. Heh, kidding.), etc.

Oh yes, and please, please may I add the importance of making a clean cut to any previous relationships before moving forth your swinger life. That'd make anyone less a bad person than they probably already are. Last of all to all my readers, I BELIEVE IN LOVE! I LOVE LOVE, really!

URRGH! I have a very bad habit of sidetracking when I'm supposed to study. Tsk, so much for telling my student he's ill-disciplined & inattentive (tee hee). In fact, I'm ashamed to say I'm probably about as bad as he is. Cos once the internet's on, Youtube surfaces- natural psyche for me. Bad, bad, bad ):

I'm dangerously an internet addict! Well, let me share one of the many sidetracks


Isn't that music video adorable? I was having a hard time picturing my family having a Saturday-Family-Sharing-Afternoon session like that. The thought is highly laughable, for friends who've been in contact with my parents: can you imagine my dad singing like that & my mum-MY MUM doing the "doo-doo" backing vocals, HAHAHAHA!!

I always thought The Postal Service radiates originality. Peaceful & indie-ish (poetic digi pop) but the backbeats playful enough to differentiate itself from other indie bands. OR SO I THOUGHT. Recently, I heard a delightful song piece on the radio- it sounded soooo Postal Service, i thought it had to be their new single and was happy it hit the local radio. I don't know how to feel and if this is the right word but... unfortunately, it wasn't The Postal Service, neither was it an unheard track from Deathcab. It was... Owl City.

I think they're okay, but they seem to take on the likes of Postal Service. Ah heck it, I hate that they are! Rip-offs, tsk. Well, at least their Fireflies single worked for me. It's pretty... pretty like Postal Service @*&#@(&*#_!@#
 

Current Mood: scared

.... or something.


this is actually halfway done, still looking like crap here. the supposedly completed one's a little less like crap

Hopefully, this project pulls through and we can finally say we've done something. I'd rather save the details to later when we've submitted it. Now how about a look at the modest makings of our anatomy?..
 

DAMMIT, i'm looking through production stills, event details, website, etc. I really, really wanna go for the event. BUT the best person to come with me (& got invited too) doesn't seem to keen; & going alone means -

Awwwwwkwooaaarrrrrddddd!

I'll be there alone, with very cool and experienced people, who're mostly older and definitely taller than I am. If i were to go there alone, I'd probably shake hands with some, exchange some words, drink some stuff and pretend to say I'm not hungry then proceed to play with my fingers at one corner of the house. If i do feel bolder, I might still sound kinda dumb, since the only thing that strings me in with one common ground is appreciation for films. Not that i watch many local films either. Pff, what a downer.

I want to learn, watch a new film, ask questions & stufff (like birthday greeting).

"Unconditional" by The Bravery must have been written to mock my being this day & date. I just want something, something for nothing... Then there's this proverb which goes: You don't get something for nothing. HAHA, ok i'm spending too much time debating with myself. I'll just see how it goes ):

Ah well.

Current Mood: silly

RESERVOIR DOGS, such a classic independent film. I like it in a strange sorta way. I'll try to put it in words. Before that, do click on the Play button below.( Read more... )