Double Trouble

I am supposed to be working. But cum weekends, I just fall flat. I just can't get to work. Other than raving about god-knows-what, reading, blogging, going out waving light sticks and gyrating on the dance pole in body packed clubs and basically not having a life, I spent the weekend watching these on cable:

The Family Stone (typical dysfunctional family cum christmas romance. blah)

Jarhead (jihad is the way of all Arab people. typical anti-war thrown in with the psychological garb you'd expect from a war movie. doubt it'll be as great as full metal jacket. excellent soundtrack. and lovingly captured shots of jake gyllenhaal)

that's Peter Saarsgard in the background. remember that lovable music geek in High Fidelity? no?

nvm..

A lot like Love (they butchered the Aqualung song in this one. and when you slaughter Aqualung, you destroy the climax of the film. ultimately you slaughter the film. well you get what I mean. go get the dvd.)

Batman Begins (best Batman film. e.v.a)

Collateral (it's alright. my fourth jamie foxx film for this year)

12 Monkeys (missed the first 45 mins of it and dropped out of the show after 30 mins)

Monster in Law (blah. typical blah. can die blah. I can lip sync the script, because I am well versed in Mills and Boon thrash. Get what I mean?)

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (third time. once you start you can't stop. both the book and the film. i heart douglas adams.)

and:

how can anyone not heart this? chocolates are sooo in vogue. i'll stop. i shall stop. stop!

I, Robot

Opening up Microsoft Word is a chore. Thinking is a chore.

Just want to add a quick note regarding my outing last Friday:I went for my first public political dissent over at the Sheraton hotel.

We don’t need no introduction to the minister pay hike. The conference seeks to address that with Singapore Democratic Party’s Chee Soon Juan leading the pack alongside Alliance of Liberals and Democrats for Europe (ALDE), which included members of the European parliament and the Council of Asian Liberal and Democrats (CALD) which included a Cambodian and a Congresswoman from the Philippines.

Stallion and me entered the hallway, looked at the poster sign and nope, no mention of “Democracy in Asia and Europe”. Nada. Just some computing sounding acronyms. The hotel staff had a blank look when I mentioned “democracy talk”.

Opal Ballroom? Yes mam, second floor. Up we trudged, turned right and there was a gaudy poster with CSJ at the forefront. The power of courage, or something like that. You would think it’ll be a motivational talk, or a pastor talk but that’s beside the point.

I wasn’t supposed to be surprised, but I was. The “entertainment license” applied by the SDP more than two weeks before for the European speakers were denied. They were not allowed to speak. So speak they did not and when one of the members of the floor questioned their views on the PAP’s decision disallowing them to speak, their answer sums it aptly:

“Our silence says all that we need to say.”

Apparently foreigners are not allowed to interfere in local politics. Singaporean politics are for Singaporeans only. Although of course, they failed to put bankruptcy and interference in a single sentence.

I was stunned the entire way, although I shouldn’t be. There were opinions expressed, some drawing chuckles from the full house crowd. The delegation of speakers kept to their vow when questions were hurled their way. Disgust was evident and at the end, everyone simultaneously struck a thumbs up sign before heading off.

Well, my silence and disbelief is all that I have to say. I could go on and on and on. But I'm tired of ranting. I'm too tired to even be witty. All I can add is thank you for coming down.

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Jeez. Maybe I should be quit all this trying to make it on my own and be a government dog teacher after all.

Thrash Flavored Thrash

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I am *supposed* to write on something insanely positive on this post, but judging from the cranky weather, back stabbing individuals, bad cramps and a belligerent mood to go along with it…

I guess I could still be positive if I want to.

I took a hike along with Butty boy and his colleagues to J.B last Saturday. Woke up, remembered him mentioning J.B and mum came up to me, said her medication is running out and none of the shops there carry the product save a few. I decided to be a good daughter and took a trip down JB to find the medication. Glivec has been good for Mum; the last check up revealed no exponential growth in the deformed blood cells, but one of the (many) side effects have left her with a rather sensitive skin. Pull up her skirt and you can see blue black marks on her delicate thighs. Breaks my heart every time seeing them.

The mixture of traditional and western medication recommended by the doctor is helping to combat the bruises on her skin and well, make 'em look brand new.

Walked around the malls there, got myself a cheap lovely haircut (I have bangs now and apparently look positively younger. Hyuks!) and kept bugging shop owners for any interest to bring in the medicine. Got a number to call, left feeling slightly relieved and we proceeded to have a meal at the treetop restaurant there but not before getting pulled over by the local police, who obviously were looking for more trouble (and bribery money) with Singaporean owners and their cars. Apparently we were not supposed to turn right at the intersection.

Butty Boy: I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know.

Police Officer: You should’ve looked at the sign.

Butty Boy: There was no sign (Or even if that is, maybe your government should take steps into refreshing your many fading/dilapidating signs on the boards instead of using them to buy your way into your many future wives)

So on and on they went. And Butty Boy who was nervous couldn’t get the hint about them wanting to fine him. He went along with it and innocently asked for the address so he could pay the fine proper. In the end, exasperated that they couldn’t bribe our not so innocent Butty Boy, they warned him not to do it again. It was probably not worth it, we look too young and poor. Boohoo.

I guess you hear this countless times. Coffee money, corruption and the likes of it. I’m not even going to waste my time lamenting about the state of our neighbor because even my country is guilty of it – albeit in a pretty slick manner and sliming with political correct-ness.

I can go on. But I wouldn’t want to get myself into trouble. I have a mum to look after and isn’t filial piety one of the foremost Asian virtues propogated espoused by our founding father? I mean, we could use your increased pension money for the elderly in our community, but no, that means we’ll be just like the West who disregard their parents and have no proper Asian manners so I say screw welfare for the elderly, because hey we have filial piety! Just holler the term to our press, write a chapter about it and we have extra millions rolling in the banks for us.

Sigh. Can I holler NEPOTISM and get my money back please?

Disclaimer: This is not targeted towards any particular groups in general. The author had one too many scoops of sambal belachan, went into an epileptic fit and was met with a dystopian vision of a system which sucks ass. Really. The system I mean.