Prime
Every now and then I like to watch a feel-good movie, in order to.. well.. feel good about myself and my life.
In line with that, Lizzie and I caught Prime yesterday.
Uma Thurman was hot, Bryan Greenberg's typically cute but not dishy, and Meryl Streep could have done with a better movie, especially since the last one I caught her in was The Hours. Yes of course that was eons ago, but whatever.
All I have to say about the movie is that the plot is as thick as its synopsis, and I felt cheated, because when I go in to see a feel-good movie, I wanna feel like my hearstrings have been tugged at least at some point. Prime only managed to pull an "Awww" out of me.
I know Lizzie liked it cos it was realistic. Granted, but I still didn't feel very good, and so I didn't get my money's worth.
I would recommend it as a weekday get-out-of-the-afternoon-sun movie, nothing more.
BABY VALERIE!!!!!!
Ok, So I'm traditional. Baby Valerie comes with red and prominent font, cute pics and what not, but after all she's my niece. She deserves the best, and if any of you want your sons to ever date her, you gotta go through me, no questions asked.
She's got the cutest smile, the cutest dimples, the cutest chin, the biggest feet, everything!
Whatever it is, if ever anyone has something bad to say bout her, tell me first so I can break your face.
Have fun! I never thought I would love a baby so much!
If I Ever Have Kids...
If I ever had any kids, I would definitely hope for them to be like Gabriel and Isaac (or Ijaac), Lizzie's cousin nephews. I'm not sure if cousin nephews is the accurate term, but it's sure explanatory, so I guess that works.
I tagged along with them to Pasir Ris on Sunday for a cycling trip. Yes, healthy life, better life. Just look at those two kids! They make having kids a good thing, unlike some really uncute and annoying younglings who just know how to cry and complain. Plus, it's not even a cute cry.. it's the ugly cry. Oh well.
Pursuing The Principle Of Honour
A while ago I chanced upon an old copy of a handbook from my days as an elitist Rafflesian. (Yes, of course we were elitists, but you know, one can't really blame us for being so. There're just so many common people around.)
I flipped through it and read for the umpteenth time the Rafflesian Principle of Honour.
" In intellectual pursuit, I shall reflect discipline and passion for learning and in personal conduct, I shall live in integrity and regard individuals, groups and the community with kindness and respect, and in so doing, uphold the Rafflesian Principle of Honour "
Looking at the first part of the Rafflesian Principle of Honour, it figures that we will all be inclined towards pursuing excellence, in whatever way we deem it to be. To reflect discipline and passion for learning would entail attacking the learning process in the most efficacious way, making the best out of the opportunities that come along. Surely from the academic and pragmatic point of view, there can be no wrong.
However, the issue that revisits me every single time I think of this is that ultimately, in order to pursue our dreams and maximise our potential, we have to allow our individualism to take over, and more often than not disregard our emotional attachments. Friends would eventually move on to other things, and although in name we might still remain as friends, in reality, the differences in principle, geography, emotions and dreams would most likely pull us apart. It will probably be a gradual process whereby no one even realises it at first, but after a decade, sitting on your lazyboy in some obscure corner of the globe, you reminisce and remember that you once had a friend named X.
It definitely saddens me to think so negatively, that the lifespan and quality of most friendships are linear to the individuals' attention span and interest. Is there eventually even some loyalty involved? A beautiful notion, no doubt, but the answer to that is subjective, so it would be hurtful to those in opposing camps either way. However, in the name of our dreams and goals, all these choices make too much pragmatic sense to even refute.
How sad that practical and emotional states of mind will always fight to outdo each other, since finding a common ground will be detrimental to either one.
I just hope that things work out such that when I have to make my choice to reflect discipline and passion for learning, I don't have to hurt myself or anyone dear to me. And of course I hope the same thing doesn't happen to me. Semms a little too ideal to be true, but it definitely feels nice to always have hope.
What's Up
Kaya toast from Killiney Kopitiam. Awesome... mouth-watering... amazing... melts in your mouth, where it won't last long.
Don't tell anyone, but i'm planning to hijack the entire truckload of kaya from them.
The Desecration Of Chicken Little
Lizzie and I are all riled up to watch Chicken Little, mainly because it looks so delightfully cute and innocent I feel. I'm not too sure about the synopsis, but the posters and soundtrack have already won me over.
Last night, while on our evening trip to Pasir Ris Park, we caught a glimpse of the movie poster, and somehow Lizzie wanted to challenge for the title of "Champion of Chicken Little Characters Lookalike".
Oh, right, before I embark on anything else, I have to say this. We don't need to look so far into encyclopedias to confirm the theory of evolution. The evidence is right in our backyards. Last night, two characters of dodgy descent tried to put charcoal onto paper plates in order to transport them from one pit to another. Needless to say, the PAPER PLATES caught fire. Sigh. Why da......
So here goes...
The SIDE VIEW
CHICKEN LITTLE & UGLY DUCKLING
So honestly, I think it's quite apparent who won the lookalike contest. Congrats!! Don't worry I still love you.
Oh and check out Lizzie's feathers. Isn't she just absolutely adorable? See the resemblance!!
LOL
What's Up
Very recently, I've started actually listening in to Power 98 FM in the car. Previously, all my other sessions with the motherland's armed forces' radio station occured while I was pumping some iron and getting my ass watched by gays at the gym.
It's rather disturbing that the government is trying to indoctrinate our young'uns with military and patriotic propaganda through a radio station.
Listen in when you have the time. The blatantness of the propaganda being.. well propagated through the airwaves is just disgusting. For real, if the motherland had the resources, we would end up along the Axis of Evil.
What's Up
I've decided to come up with a new section called What's Up. Mainly things that have caught my attention, other than ahem.
So new this week... the new Coke Lime commercial and jingle!
"Put the lime in the coke, you nut, and drink them both together..."
Drinkmaster No More
There comes a time in every society where the Drinkmaster has to give way to a new successor, and ours is no different.
In recent times, it seems that the Drinkmaster has had alcohol blood levels way below the acceptable limit, and I concede that this is unacceptable as a Drinkmaster. However, there is a perfectly rational and acceptable, and might I say amazing, reason for this. All of you probably know by now.
I've basically managed to seek happiness in something other than alcohol. I don't know if any of you know, but me gulping down minghao-levels of alcohol was actually a conscious decision made on my part to counteract the emotional effects of a certain prior event.
Hence, I sincerely hope that you guys understand my point of view, and that although I hate to leave the throne, I have to pass on the sceptre to a more deserving Drinkmaster. (BTW, Minghao's out because he's beyond comprehension.)
To Kelvin, drink well my friend!
Sungei Buloh
We kicked start the week by going on a trip to Sungei Buloh Wetland Park, a place that I haven't been to in a long long time. I was pretty excited to be going there, since I was gearing up to get some good pictures of nice colourful birds getting scorched by the burning sun.
After contemplating our mode of transport, we finally concurred that it would be best if we took a cab there, since it's not all that far from Woodlands. Not a bad choice, considering the bloody solitary bus that goes there only does so on Sundays and public holidays. Can't really blame the bus-tards, considering the place is really damn ulu.
So after a nice comfy ride in the cab, we arrived at Sungei Buloh!
This is us just before we embarked on the trail, still happy and feeling in the mood for some fun and adventure. Stevie Wonder's even got her shades out and all!
Of course, we also heeded the advice of the more experienced Bulohians, and rubbed insect repellant on our arms, legs and neck.
As such, we began our search for weird-looking birds and other miscellaneous inhabitants of this nice, tranquil reserve.
The first interesting animal we chanced upon was not a bird, a plane, nor Superman's grandmother. It was a bloody big monitor lizard.
Basically it kept swimming toward then away from us, so I couldn't really get a good shot, but I did what I could, and due to my natural inclination toward excellent photographs, managed to salvage the situation even with my meagre Sony camera.
Using this same innate talent of mine, I managed to capture in a split second an alligator / crocodile diving into the depths of the muddy shitty-smelling swamp.
I think National Geographic should be contacting me in the next week or so about the photos. I'll just have to reject them if better offers come along.
We finally managed to pull ourselves away from the majesty of lizards and small specimen of buaya, and stepped onto the gravel trail.
Lizzie spotted a kingfisher, which was way too quick for the camera to capture, so I'll just have to let that photo finish go unexhibited. Honestly, that was probably the only decent bird we spotted the whole afternoon.
We did manage to see a nice little furry friend, what some people might call a squirrel, and lots and lots of the recently made-famous-by-disease-pests, mosquitos. In fact, it was so bad that Lizzie couldn't stop scratching till the bites started bruising. This is probably one of those few times whereby I can still feel the bloody mozzies swarming around me even as I prepare myself for bed. There would be 2 or 3 on my leg, and while I was aiming to take their puny lives away, another 2 would land on my hand and start sucking on me. Ok, on my blood. (BTW, I have to say that my darling has this uncanny ability to unknowingly lace her words with sexual connotations. Rather amazing.) I bloody hate mozzies. And since Aussies rhyme with mozzies, I shall aim to kill a few families of those as well.
A few hundred meters later, we were peering down at the muddy banks, and sighted one of the fattest mudskippers I've ever seen in my life. Description: fat, lazy, scared, bad skin, ugly, very likely smelly as well - just like the fat dude from Eric Khoo's Be With Me. Bloody disgusting. Just for the record I would never own one as a pet, so if any of you was thinking of buying me a mudskipper for Christmas or any other occasion, thanks but no thanks.
So, after messing around for a bit with the mozzies and Lizzie taking weird photos of funny plants, we were tired out from all the walking and battling with the mozzies, and had to make our way out of there. Unfortunately, as mentioned before, we had to walk all the way out to the bus stop, which would have taken about 20 mins or more, had a kind dude with a lorry not given us a lift. So to the dude, I express my thanks.
Next up, I aim to conquer Bukit Timah Hill on blades, once I learn how to blade. That should be interesting... Thanks for a wonderful day baby!
