tony blair looks happier now that he's handing over the prime ministership to gordon brown.

gee i wonder why.

bohemian drives and nine planets without intelligent life

ack i just oded on coffee. brainfizzing now.

just watched borat.

ohgodohgodohgod. my brothers and i are severely traumatised FOR LIFE.

on a side note, that isn't so bad since my life is probably going to be REALLY SHORT after the MASSIVE screwup i managed at work, so whooeee. go sonia.

oogh i had to pour one cup of coffee into my system for an hour before i could actually wake up and do the damn analysis that my boss wants me to do. brought mac to work today, and now i'm compulsively listening to jazz because of the marvelloush concert i saw last night with jeremy monteiro, jimmy cobb, jay anderson, bob sheppard and roberta gambarini. more later.

I WANT THIS OFFICE. someone teach me java so i can work there.

also have been devouring cherries at a constant rate. + starbucks coffee and reading ps238 = fun for all involved. apart from the occasional swallow of a cherry pit. if only there was more rice boy.

it's apparently fruit day here, which is why i suddenly am in possession of a whole punnet of cherries.

there are definite perks to working here. too bad it's monthly

requiem for a dream is possibly one of the most haunting and compelling movies i have ever watched. if you ever want an anti drug film, this is it. if you showed this in singapore, people would STOP and NEVER take drugs. it's the kind of film that people walk slowly out of theaters from, deep in thought.

compelling. what's compelling is the point when everyone curls up in a fetal ball at the end, trying to return to some semblance of comfort wherein they can retain some semblance of dignity, of normalcy. what's compelling is the despair and delusions that each of them feel as the downward spiral engulfs them. what's compelling is the gasp of breath as the summer fades into fall, as the dream takes off like ka from your lips, an exhalation of hope that you cling to, that you will be famous, that you will be known, that you will "make it", that you will be wanted, that you will get off the street, that you will, you will. what's compelling is how reality drags you down like an anchor, like skeleton-hands dragging you into quicksand. what's compelling is the drugs, how they numb harry in the cab, how they quieten everyone, how they enslave each and every last one of them whether they want to or not. that's compellence.

but you know what scared me most? sara goldfarb in the hospital. she reminded me of my grandmother - helpless, scared, un-understanding, uncomprehending, incapable of communication despite wanting to, so very very fragile, and so very very old.

so it's been exactly one month since i've posted. suffice it to say, i'm back in singapore and leaving in august so spread the word, people. gonna be working for a month, then i'm not sure :P

on a side note, i'm still obsessed with rice boy

only in california would you get a situation where an ex-movie star and still-celebrity sentences a wannabe-movie star and -celebrity to jail for 45 days.

i feel like death.


that should really go into a comic, not a statement. preferably with a "woah" in front of it.

goal in life: own a steinway D. playing on it is absolutely bliss, gorgeous, heaven.

on the vtech shootings, from the economist:

Few urban Americans swallow this twaddle [about the need for a gun], which is why many cities have stiff anti-gun laws. But some rural people do, and plenty more love hunting and think anti-gun Democrats are wusses. To counter this image and court rural votes, the Democratic Party has largely abandoned its gun-control crusade. Its presidential candidates now play up their love of hunting, real or otherwise. In several states, the party has recruited serious gun enthusiasts as candidates. The Democratic governor of Montana boasts that he has more guns than he needs, but not as many as he would like. And the Democrats won control of the Senate last year by fielding a pro-gun war hero to snatch a pro-gun state from a pro-gun Republican incumbent. That state was Virginia.

emphasis mine. that's the bit that got my attention. the rest is there for context.

mechawars! woot!

i was still sleepy and trying to do my paper. still am, but that's not the point. the point is i decided to drink that can of red bull that i had sitting around the place since it's got caffiene in it and all.


WHOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH.

squirrel catapault! bahahah..

ironic that this would come out at a time when i'm asking the same question. i figure i must be wanting the very same thing.

do you ever feel like words are on the tip of your tongue, you're holding your breath to say it, it's a bubble of air, a consonant on the tip of your tongue that is malformed, ill-advised, amoebic in its potentiality for destruction, but you don't know how to express the vast multitudinous possibilities and jumbles within you?

it's one of the most horrible feelings in the world.

i see the lights are turning and i
look outside the stars are burning through this
changing time it could have been anything we want
it's fine salvation was just a passing thought.

did i mention it is 2ºC? it is 2ºC. and SNOWING.

godDAMMITboston!

it's SNOWING. it's also april 4. APRIIL 4. a kid just walked by covered in snow. i know this is boston but this is RIDICULOUS.