tell me about it

Puppy and I caught Kung Fu Panda tonight at Orchard Cineleisure - the movie is AWESOME. There’s minimal dialog from most of the characters (Jacky Chan has about one and a half lines and several grunts), except for Jack Black and Dustin Hoffman as Shifu, but the movie manages to carry across very well. Every time the movie attempts to get vaguely serious, Po the Panda tosses in a wisecrack or some physical humor. Terribly hilarious :D

“There is no charge for awesomeness - or attractiveness.”

:D

As the movie ended (stay till the end for an extra scene!) we heard some woman screaming Hokkien obscenities from the exit to another woman still in the theater. Huh. A long long stream of obscenities (I don’t think I’ve ever heard that many strung together in a single sentence). We shrugged it off, but when we eventually exited the theater, we were faced with two women catfighting with one woman’s arms locked around the other’s neck, trying to drag her down right outside the door of the theater. Two ah beng-looking men had cornered another man who was down on the floor, wiping his mouth; it looked like they might have hit him. They were all yelling and shouting angrily in Hokkien; no idea exactly what they were saying but they were essentially cussing each other out.

From what we saw the victimized couple looked quite young, maybe early twenties or even younger than that. The ah bengs really looked quite vicious; the guy cowering on the floor had literally been backed into a niche, between a wall and a fire-hose box, I think. The other two were standing over him pointing and shouting and generally being extremely threatening. I’m sure the guy on the floor had been pushed or maybe even hit - why else would he have ended up on the floor and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand? The two girls were also crazy. One girl was in a beige top and white shorts, the one that was getting dragged down by the other. The white-shorted girl was the one who had remained in the theater while the other was the one who had left first. I guess they had waited outside to ambush the couple who had stayed in the theater. Must have been one hell of a grudge.

As per normal crowd behavior everyone was just milling around watching avidly. I immediately took out my phone and called the police - I refuse to be a part of Kitty Genovese syndrome. I told the dispatcher my location and what was happening. He asked me if there were weapons being used; I replied that I had seen none. He asked how many people there were and if any were hurt. I relayed to him exactly what I had seen. He asked for my name, confirmed my mobile number, and said they would send officers right away. In fact, the dispatcher could hear them shouting in the background when I called.

I suppose the fight had disbanded by the time the police arrived because one of the officers at the scene called me up to verify what had happened, about five minutes after we’d left. By that time we were already in the car on the way home. I clarified what I’d seen and apologized for disturbing them if there was no longer anyone there, but the nice police officer thanked me for my assistance anyway :)

Later, Puppy asked why I’d bothered calling the police; he said they would most probably have left before the police made it there anyway. Still, you never know, right? What if one of them had really grabbed some kind of weapon? What if someone had gotten seriously hurt? I’d rather have helped to prevent something like that. It costs me nothing to make that phone call to the cops and it’s their job to investigate possible incidents. If nothing happened, good - if the police had been able to stop a fight from getting too serious, good too. I don’t want to just be part of the crowd, merely gawking and watching people fight and hurt each other. I wonder if out of the crowd of about two hundred people, I was the only one who called the police.

I really wonder why strangers can get so vicious towards one another. Puppy thinks that he heard something about one of the guys knocking into one of the girls and then the guy from the other group retaliating. Not really sure. But if it’s an accident, what’s so difficult about a sincere apology and the other party accepting that apology? The problem is that people refuse to apologize and also refuse to accept apologies. We’re supposed to be civilized, people. Get rid of the ah beng ah lian mindset! Insulting each other’s mothers and whacking each other up does not a problem solve.

You’d think the world would have learnt that by now. Apparently not.

He was right. Hollywood ought to be tried and convicted for elevating the hopes of people all over the world to impossible heights, all the better for crushing them savagely underfoot and ruining millions of lives of people who thought perfect love could be just over the horizon for them.

Yeah, screw you, Hollywood. You and your perfect families, your happily-ever-afters. Love never comes wrapped up like a Christmas present. You fight for love. You struggle over it. It causes pain, brings hurt and tears. And all you can do is hope that whatever’s left at the end is worth it.

[This was taken from my friend's blog. Hurhur. Completely hilarious - men about to be married, take heed; your ordeal too will come!]

Ok, this post is for boys only and not girls. Please do not read this post if you’re not male.

I just want to rant.

I want to warn every single guy out there who is about to get married, thinking about getting married, or hopes to ever get married.

YOU BETTER FREAKING LOVE THE GIRL YOU’RE ABOUT TO MARRY ALOT ALOT ALOT!!!

Today I spent 6 hours with the wifey at the bridal shop. Yes. 6 hours. Almost died. That was a true test of love.

At first I was quite happy to follow since I was told that it was a 2 hour slot to try out and pick 3 dresses: a wedding gown for the march-in, an evening gown for the night and a wedding gown for the photoshoot. How hard can it be, you’d think? 2 hours sounded like alot of time, maybe we could go catch a movie and a nice early dinner thereafter? Maybe if I’m lucky she might pick her clothes fast, and we can go to Pierce Reservoir to catch prawns.

NOT!

After the first 15 minutes I knew we were in for a tough time. Luckily for me, she had already pre-empted my hopelessness at giving useful opinion. By engaging two very good friends, Simin and Xiaohui, and her sis, my job was effectively narrowed to ‘nod if you like’ and ’shake head if you don’t’ type. Easy? No! While all the gowns looked great to me, I still had to pick one that her friends liked, that her sister liked, then that I liked, and lastly (she wants everyone’s opinions first) that she liked!

All I had with me to while my time was my crummy handphone City Bloxx game which I intelligently played in between changing of gowns. I played so much of that game that I almost completed a whole city (those who know the game) and almost killed my handphone (no battery). Also sneaked a few photos and videos while the shop assistants weren’t looking, until I was caught redhanded and had to be told to stop taking pix. Argh.

It all felt like a marathon. This was indeed a true journey. The first 2 hours, I felt zesty and full of energy, expecting it to be a breeze. Come the 3rd hour, I started wondering why I was here, am I making a wrong choice agreeing to come? Why is that couple who came later, leaving already while I’m still here? The 4th hour was the toughest. Delirium sets in and I was thinking silly, suicidal thoughts. I wasn’t quite myself and didn’t know what was really going on. People were screaming at me but I couldn’t hear them. By the 5th hour (the waterpoint mark), someone brings food and water and things start to perk up when you can see the finishing line. There is light at the end of that tunnel. When the 6th hour comes, relief was all I could feel. And I felt like I’d accomplished something monumental and suddenly, I felt so proud to have gone through this rite of passage.

Actually, I’m quite glad I went through this experience. It felt like a requirement to go through and feels like something I can brag about to my grandkids. “Back in the old days, ah gong, waited SIX hours for your ah mah to try on wedding gowns hor!”. And just like any normal guy, it took me only 15 minutes to find the tuxedo I wanted. Haha.

Kudos to the wifey for holding out so long also lah. We literally saw many many couples walk in, try and walk out and we were still there! Aside from one other couple (That dude and I almost became good friends) who stayed longer than we did), we actually made our trip worth almost every single penny we paid. She’s so tired from the day’s session that she fell asleep shortly after coming home about 2 hours ago.

Haiz.

Men are from Mars and women are from Venus indeed.

At least there’s the Singapore Toy and Comic Convention to look forward to!!!!

-taken from The Dead Rabbit’s Lair

1) Puppy’s grandma’s 100-day mass
2) View Sengkang 5-room flat
3) Visit 2nd-hand car mart
4) Choir practice
5) Buy SD card reader that actually bloody works
6) Level up to level 40 on FFXII
7) Watch Kung-Fu Panda

“I’m lost,” she whispered. Her voice was ragged with the understanding of the absolute truth of her own words, and her eyes never left his face.

“I’m lost.”

Okay insane number of posts tonight to make up for the dearth in the next few days. Off to Batam for church camp :) Hopefully I’ll be able to get a new card reader that actually works (sigh) and I’ll be able to upload lots of lovely photos when I get back.

See you guys Saturday! :)

xoxo

He declined to watch SATC with our usual bunch while I was in BKK, saying he had to wait for me - and then he watched it with me, and actually enjoyed it (in a straight male way).

How’s that for a #1 boyfriend?

<3

Oh - and I thought the movie rocked :) I’m really quite happy with the way things ended up. There wasn’t much they could do after ending the series on such a definitive note, but the movie managed to tug things out for another two hours quite satisfactorily. I don’t see how they’re going to do a sequel though. I don’t think I can stand seeing Carrie and Big break up again :/

I heard this CD playing in a stall at Suan Lum Night Bazaar in BKK - the stall where I did the personalized leather keychains for Poophead and Puppy’s brothers. I was literally dumbstruck - I knew the song, but had never heard that version of it. I pointed at the hi-fi and gurgled, “Feist! That…th-that’s Feist!” The guy grinned at me. “Yes, you know Feist?” I beamed sunshine at him and asked to see the album cover; he didn’t have it with him but he obligingly took out the CD to show it to me.

Open Season is Feist’s nod to those who remix her original tracks in clubs. Some of them are hit-and-miss - the K-Os version of ‘Mushaboom’ is a truly awfully lazy remix; it’s essentially just the original track with some random scratching, a bass beat and some dude going “yo” - but many, like the Frisbee’d remix of ‘Lonely Lonely’ and the One Room One Hour mix of ‘Gatekeeper’, are pure delight. I’m sitting here in my room headbopping to the music and longing wistfully for a cool cocktail to twirl in my hand and sip. Ooh. I could really do with that lychee mojito from Heat Lounge.

This is an awesome CD. If you’re a Feist fan, you’ll love the new sounds as well as three new tracks (including one called ‘Lovertits’, what’s up with that!?) and the unremixed ‘Tout Doucement’. I don’t know why she bothered including an original track on the list. Shrug.

Man, I could really down that mojito.

If I could punish naughty schoolkids, I might do this to them:

Cook the brats!

I saw this moving van on the road and I burst into laughter, begging Puppy to overtake it so I could snap a shot.

Maybe I’m just a bit twisted, but…

Doesn’t the middle part of “ban1″ look like a man with a really long schlong?

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