it's a crappy celebration today. the performances totally sucked, and so did the sound system. other than the sec 1s (or 2s) performances, the magic show was the worst.
the outfit he wears totally doesn't fit his performance. he should not have picked a guest taller than him. he has unecessary distracting accessories, the fan of his has no use at all, other than to throw at the teachers to pick someone. it is dangerous to throw things at the audience like that, luckily mrs seck has a fast head to dodge it. no one can see or understand what he's doing, other than him. his shuffling sucks, he probably hasn't practised it a thousand times. the sound system sucked, no one knows what he's saying. the ending is redundant and crappy. the camera showing the magic is also placed on the wrong side, no one can see the cards at the futher end. and instead of doing the magic trick on stage, he should have done it in front of all the teachers, where they could see better, if it's done on the stage, the audience can't multitask and look at your actions, and then look at the cards on the screen. he needs to have better preparation next time, because this magic show simply sucked like hell, and is the worst, most not entertaining magic show i've ever seen in my entire life.
and also, what's with pasting a few two half hearts together at the side of the hall, it's like broken hearts. is that a curse or wad?
but the later half of the day was pretty much more fun (obviously) when we ate the ice cream buffet and then watched "the proposal".
anyway speaking of celebration, madonna's celebration mv would be out tomorrow. some sneak peeks:
i think anyone can tell the similarity. it's so obvious. whitney is such a photocopier. she should at least add a few more of herselves right. even snsd can squeeze in 9 people in an album cover. and the beatle's sgt. pepper's lonely hearts club band can squeeze in 100s.
whitney's back with an album cover that looks damn old. and it's released on 25 auguest 2009.
meanwhile, sean combs turned puff daddy turned p diddy turned diddy's album which was slated for a 29 september release was pushed back, giving madonna's compilation album a chance to debut at no.2 for the godamnit 6th time. but if all doesn't go well (hopefully), mariah's album will be pushed back for the 3rd time so that her release would not clash with madonna, and madonna will debut at no.1. other releases that week pose no threat, such as barbra streisand.
pray that mariah can't complete her album on time.
god damn adrian really likes to post crappy comments.
and then he linked to a damn gruesome page, the worst i've ever seen in my life. so bad that even someone like me would close it after looking at 1/8 of the page.
actually i enjoyed the first pic when the man's head was crushed. i nevered realised that someone's head could actually be crushed flat like an ant. it's like a watermelon falling off from a 1892083 floor and all the juice splat out on the floor. incredible.
but a lot of others were simply too scary i could probably even cry after looking at them.
anyone can help me find notes and websites on criticisms and problems of disneyland, and also impacts of disneyland in terms of economic, social, environment and culture. i need help on this. rescue me... hence or otherwise help me find jstor notes on disneyland.
The undisputed Queen of Pop, the most influential female artist of all time, Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone, turns eternal today, Sunday, August 16th.
Singer, dancer, provocateur, innovator. She changed the game and blazed a trail for everyone other pop star that followed.
Without a doubt, she is Perez's ultimate icon. Our ultimate inspiration. And the most constant musical soundtrack to our life."
and also, according to perez, baby griffin, from family guy, is supposed to turn out gay. lolcats.
i totally forgot to post about the adventures of mimi at america's got talent.
oh gawd, nick cannon totally sucked. what kind of retarded intro is that. yo think yo stil some rappa boy, yo ova dat is, ova. what's more obsessed isn't even a smash hit. you suck at hosting, sucka.
and then mariah carey comes out in the casual but great outfit. but the flashy lighting's totally weird, i mean this is not even some sort of hardcore dance performance. this performance is one of her best performance ever. she finally knows that she's damn boring being up there alone and singing all by herself. it's great that she decides to hire some dancers to get me something else to look at other than that same arrogant face she's been having since i don't know when.
but if i were the dancer, i would say stop blockin' ma way, yo hony biatch. and then two guys lift her up for one second and then put her down, and then another two dancers lift her up for one second and put her down again and then two other dancers lift her high up again as if she was cheerleading effortlessly. and then they spin her right round once before putting her down and dancing around her in circles.
and then they dance with her standing at the back and boy am i glad i dont see her fat face througout. and then as if there wasn't enough uplift, two more dancers had to lift her fat body up again and for the 18923482432479 time do her whistle register and then she touched her own body because no one wants to touch her body on her previous album. and then the audience, probably consisting of 90% mariah fans, had to applaud her for her originality for whistling for the 18923482432479 time as if they haven't heard her whistle for a gazillion years. and then she ended the performance by looking to her left supposedly sexily into the camera so as to test the reflex of the cameraman on turning the camera to her face. and then when the camera goes to the audience, you realise that the audience are nearly all blacks, no wonder there was the clapping when she did her whistle register for the 18923482432479 time.
and finally that pathetic cannon comes out to say that he's obsessed with her. the pack of lies doesnt end here. he continues by saying that mariah has more no.1 singles than any single artist in the world but we all know that the only place she's successful is the usa. and then mariah continued with her "modesty" which was so obviously fake, and said that well there's a group that has more and clearly we can't touch them. oh ya, a group. i bet she must be thinking what's that group called again? i remember it sounds like an insect. who doesn't know that she's releasing an album so quickly because she wants to surpass the beatles. she then goes on to be sarcastic and says "no, no, this is your show and i'm just happy to be here you know."
the worst pack of lies came when nick cannon said that he loves her because she's modest and beautiful, when we all know he married her because of her boobs and her money.
but then the epic fail came when mariah's name was spelt wrongly. im sure mariah would kill nick cannon when she sees this.
to end the whole segment, mariah pinched nick cannon's ass.
straits times lied, i listened to the ndp soundtrack and there was no madonna's material girl as they reported. liar liar sph on fire. i remember hearing bee gees song, macarena, spice girls' wannabe, snap!'s the power, janet jackson's rhythm nation, madonna's vogue and music, and the i like to move it song? all in a megamix.
from the national day rehearsal, the front part is cut off, so a few songs might not be included in this video. hopefully can find a better one.
they ring the church bells to remind us of the 822pm pledge moment, i thought the civil defence siren would be more epic. they should have rsvped all singaporeans on facebook for the pledge moment and see who would not attend.
Madonna has built an entire career on reinventing herself so often, so ingeniously and so convincingly that we're never quite sure where the persona ends and the "real" Madonna begins -- and that's the point. Her Madgesty straddles and subverts the line between authenticity and artificiality, constantly compelling us to question our assumptions. A side effect of her self-induced stylistic schizophrenia, however, is that Madonna's titanic influence on pop music has been multifaceted. In other words, the Mother of Reinvention didn't just inspire a few followers; she spawned a new heir to match every persona. In honor of her new single "Celebration,” we present this field guide to the various and sundry Madonnas, complete with our pick for the Madonna follower who's most closely followed in each persona's footsteps.
Madonna Persona: Boy Toy (Origin: circa 1984. See: Like a Virgin) In Her Footsteps: Britney Spears Madonna made her first strong mark on our cultural memory as the provocative sugar-pop starlet who writhed around in her "Boy Toy" buckle to the tune of "Like a Virgin." Similarly, Brit-Brit introduced herself as an addictive blend of sugar, spice and shocking sexuality with "...Baby One More Time." Madonna's influence on Britney has always been explicit, to say the least. But while Madonna orchestrated her next move with an iron fist, Britney has never been quite able to extract herself from the grip of the "Boy Toy" image.
Madonna Persona: Material Girl (Origin: circa 1984. See: her entire career) In Her Footsteps: Gwen Stefani One of the constants in Madonna's career has been her status as a fashion icon, though the trends she's set have varied wildly, from the lace and crosses that launched a thousand mall boutiques to the glam Marilyn Monroe look, from her cross-cultural borrowings (see: her geisha and Hindu goddess phases) to that ubiquitous, semi-ironic cowboy hat. The only other artist who even comes close to turning pop stardom into so many varied fashion statements is Ms. Gwen, who not only copped Madge's Marilyn look but even went through her own Japanese and Hindu phases!
Madonna Persona: Dominatrix Diva (Origin: circa 1991. See: Blonde Ambition tour, Erotica, "Human Nature") In Her Footsteps: Janet Jackson Janet may seem like a slightly unlikely heir to Madonna's fierce, sex-subverts/sex-sells persona. After all, the sweet-voiced Ms. Jackson (if you're nasty) has never seemed quite as, well, dominant as Lady Madonna's dominatrixes. But when we're talking about toeing (and toying with) the line female artists are forced to walk between sexual independence and allegedly "selling oneself" (not to mention sheer tons of leather costumes), Janet's got this one all tied up.
Madonna Persona: Media Provocateur (Origin: circa birth. See: "Like a Virgin" performance at the 1984 MTV Video Music Awards, "Like a Prayer" video, the Sex book and documentary, the performance of "Live to Tell" on her 2006 Confessions tour. Basically, everything she does.) In Her Footsteps: Tie: Christina Aguilera, Lily Allen Even if you think her singing's about as good as her acting, Madonna has two undeniable talents: making headlines and pushing buttons. Whether she's crucifying herself, making out with Britney, masturbating onstage or burning crosses, she's got our full attention. Many pop stars since have similarly provoked the flesh-hungry media (some tragically and unintentionally). And while none have done it quite as well or as consistently as Madge, we think Christina Aguilera (for her excessively pierced Xtina stage) and Lily Allen (for her sweet-tart songs, barbed comments and celebrity brawling) best embody this Madonna.
Madonna Persona: Camp Queen (Origin: circa 1990. See: "Vogue," Evita, anytime she's wearing Gaultier) In Her Foosteps: Lady Gaga With a name like Madonna, you're pretty much destined to be flamboyantly theatrical and oh-honey-so-campy, right? Though she pretty much always had the flamboyant part nailed down, Ms. Ciconne really embraced her inner drag queen (and acknowledged/appropriated the culture of her legions of gay fans) with the extravagantly bewigged "Vogue." One of the most Madonna-esque artists to grace us with her presence since Britney's heyday, Lady Gaga's whole fabulous, over-the-top, regularly pants-less shtick could accurately be described as an impression of a drag queen impersonation of Madonna's take on camp.
Madonna Persona: Post-Disco Diva (Origin: circa 1980, then again circa 1998, then again circa 2005. See: Ray of Light, Confessions on a Dance Floor In Her Footsteps: Kylie Minogue The Post-Disco Diva is a recurring character for Madonna, which makes sense since it's the one she began her career with back in the early '80s when she was schlepping around various New York dance clubs, trying to catch a break. Once a decade or so, she heads back home to some permutation of groove-oriented club dance music, whether it's sleek pop-house or gay disco. When Madonna goes gallivanting in other directions, her contemporary Kylie Minogue keeps the dance floors (and the bridge between the club and pop worlds) warm for her.
Madonna Persona: Hip-Pop Eye Candy (Origin: circa 2008. See: Hard Candy) In (/Anticipating?) Her Foosteps: Nelly Furtado nelly furtado.jpg In 2008, the fifty-year-old icon surprised the world yet again with a makeover that extended from a body more toned and sculpted than most twenty-somethings' to her new, hip-hop-infused sound. Her collaborations with Timbaland and Justin Timberlake were firsts for Madge, who usually works with highly respected but behind-the-scenes, less big-name talent. Even more shocking, however, was that this time around, the Mother of Reinvention appeared to have been inspired by another hot mama: Two years earlier Nelly Furtado had enlisted Timba-lake to aid in her own transition from a boho alt-popper to a glam hip-hop diva.
actually, very high skyscrapers aren't feasible. what happens if there's a fire or an earthquake. you can't take an elevator in those situation, so you will have to run down the stairs, and unfortunately if you're on the top floor, you will have to run for don't know how long.
burj dubai is 162 floors and 818m tall. if there's a fire, the person on the top floor, walking vertical down also need to travel 818m. somemore stairs isn't vertical, so he would need to travel over 1km to get to the ground floor. so you would take like over 5 min to escape, not counting those countless people from the other 161 floors blocking you, so in the end you would take like maybe over 15 min to escape, hopefully not being engulfed going through the fire and flames.
it's not like you can really flush yourself down the toilet bowl or anything, so the top floors seem hopeless in such situations. or maybe they can put some air cushions around the building and pray that those at the top floor dare to jump down from 818m high. i would rather be dead than jump down from that height.
so unless they have a great escape plan, they should really stop building extremely tall buildings.
