tell me about it

It’s hard to describe how silly-happy I am these days.

Comfortable.

*beams*

You never fail to make me smile.

I support the Repeal377a campaign.

I believe that this country is not ruled by religious law and that homosexuality is not a mental illness, is not contagious, will not have any adverse effect upon heterosexuality (what are heterosexual people so afraid of if they are secure in their own sexuality?) and will not cause general degradation of morality in Singapore. I believe that homosexual-identified individuals should be allowed to live in peace and not be unfairly persecuted by the government for their lifestyle choice.

Anyhow, Thio Li-Ann made a terrible speechy-speech in Parliament which was full of ridiculous arguments and intolerant moral judgments. My prof Cherian George from SCI rebutted her speech, as did this first-year law student. Now, I’m no good at legalese so all I can really do is fume, get infuriated, and send you along to read the blogs of the people who can rebutt worth something.

In further amusing developments, Thio made a rather childish police report over a rather childish “drunk-dialing” email from Alfian Sa’at. While Alfian could probably have done without the silly and needless email, the paranoid I-call-poliss-on-your-gay-butt follow-up by Thio holds absolutely no water.

Like I said, I’m no good with cheem words, so…go Alfian! :D

The article about the incident follows (taken off Yawning Bread):

In her speech to Parliament on 22 Oct 2007, Thio Li-Ann said she had filed a police report, following an email she received:

This August, I had my own experience with this sort of hysterical attack. I received an email from someone I never met, full of vile and obscene invective which I shall not repeat, accusing me of hatemongering. It cursed me and expressed the wish to defile my grave on the day 377A was repealed.

Interestingly, she was too coy to repeat the “obscene” verb that the email used, though as readers would have noted, she wasn’t averse to describing the act of anal rimming in Parliament.

Anyway, this was the email in question:

Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2007 05:03 +0800 (CST)
Subject: a valentine

Dear Dr Thio,

This is a personal note to you.

I think you are absolutely fucked up.

As long as you exist, with your hatemongering and your vicious crusades against sexual minorities, I will never leave Singapore. I hope I outlive you long enough to see the repeal of 377A and on that day I will piss on your grave.

With love,
Alfian.

Yes, another literary work by the one and the same Alfian Sa’at, award-winning poet, playwright and erstwhile relief teacher.
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I’m going to grow fat. I don’t know exactly how much beer I’ve consumed over this last weekend but I think I might possibly be able to float a ship.

Burp.

And Corona has just overtaken Hoegaarden in my list of favorite beers (a list which is rather short and consists of Strongbow cider, Corona, Stella Artois, Hoegaarden and Erdinger White).

Burrrrrp.

Schmetterling and Dagobert had a great time out with Fraulein Ulrika, Kaptain Von Trapp, Englebert and Humperdinck and many others whose German names were just too difficult to remember :D

Photosy galoresy!

The ladies!

The men!

Rocking around the clock

Schmetterling and Dagobert check if there’s anything tasty up their noses

Guess what beer we drank all night?

What happens when you watch too much Resident Evil over one weekend (all three movies)

The birthday boys

We Endorse!

Beer keeps us happy; empty mugs do not

Louis Vuitton, don’t you know

Don’t ask me what they’re doing, I don’t know these people :D

Me and my daddy!

Me and my puppy!

What happens when you drink too much beer – your friends look at you funny

Smells Like Beer

In honor of our Oktoberfest celebrations and for one day only, I will be known as (and respond only to) Schmetterling “Pinky” Von Klaus.

Guten Tag!

SPRINGBOKS!

*happy*

Harry Potter author JK Rowling has revealed that one of her characters, Hogwarts school headmaster Albus Dumbledore, is gay.

She made her revelation to a packed house in New York’s Carnegie Hall on Friday, as part of her US book tour.

She took audience questions and was asked if Dumbledore found “true love”.

“Dumbledore is gay,” she said, adding he was smitten with rival Gellert Grindelwald, who he beat in a battle between good and bad wizards long ago.

The audience gasped, then applauded. “I would have told you earlier if I knew it would make you so happy,” she said.

“Falling in love can blind us to an extent,” she added, saying Dumbledore was “horribly, terribly let down” and his love for Grindelwald was his “great tragedy”.

“Oh, my god,” Rowling, 42, concluded with a laugh, “the fan fiction”.
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The little round table is carved to look like it has been carelessly hewn from a tree trunk, and the bottle of liquor sits atop it awkwardly. The grain of the seat makes her thighs itch. She crosses and recrosses her legs as she stares at the waves lapping idly on the beach.

“Would you like a drink?” he asks.

She nods. Her glance flickers to his hands as he picks up the whiskey and pours a smooth dollop into her glass, tops it up with ice. She doesn’t say anything, just nods as she takes the drink from him. The light around them is growing dim, but the sunset is nothing spectacular, a muddy blotch of orange sort of slopping down into the horizon while they sip their whiskeys and think their own separate thoughts.

“You know, there’s something I’ve always wondered,” he ventures finally. “About you, I mean.”

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Kitty is so manja.

Took this picture one night when I couldn’t find her at all – searched through the whole house and no kitty! And then when I wanted to go to bed and snuggled under the blanket I accidentally kicked a little ball of fur which poked its head out. Aiyoh so cute lah. Kodak moment. :P

I can’t even go to shower without her sitting by the door, scratching at it and meowing plaintively. :/ Recently though she’s been exiled from my room because she makes me wake up with sniffles and red eyes – maybe she misses me. :( It’s quite heartpain to hear her meow and scratch at my door at night begging to be let in. Sigh.

Sweet kitty.

I miss this so much.

Oh please let the holidays come soon.