Yeah I know the movie has been on since 1975, and it plays at theatres everywhere in the US everyweek night and the audience dress up like the characters and dance and sing and have coffins of fun (pun intended), so I finally made the effort to search for it and the entire show was a blast. Seriously. Its those cult classics where remakes will never outdo the original. Someone please bring me to those dress-up-RockyHorror-features! Awesome stuff. Here's my favorite song from the entire show, Time Warp. There's dozens of songs inside-headbanging ones, weepy ones, jiggy ones. Oh, and the young Susan Sarandon, Tim Curry and Meatloaf stars in it. Oh yeah. BTW, I love RiffRaff (: - He's the creepy hunchback guy in the video.
Saturday, August 23, 2008//12:06 AM
What lurks in your room?
So. The Auncles (aunt & unc) are staying or the night tomorrow and mum's all in a flutter cleaning. I can almost swear she's like Molly Weasley. But I won't. I was forced to clean my own junk, and you'll be surprised what lurks in my room. And of course, the occational pang of bittersweet and remiscent memories came while sorting through my gunk of junk. Or junk of gunk. Meh. Whatever fits. I'll be your tourguide for the day, and take you on a trip around the room that a loft princess resides in. This room is also known as The Ice Loft. I have no idea why. Perhaps we should consult the owner when she is not in a slumber and ask her politely. But beware! Any traipsing caught by the owner will be dealt a most horrible punishment. Yes ladies and gentlemen, she is as ferocious as the Ice Monster in Neopets. Please hang unto the handrails and try not to trip.
Here we see the bookshelf. Littered with knickknacks of course. The ring-bound books are devotion books and "princess" journals which contains the haunting records of days long gone.
Here lies the desk. The owner actually used to sit here and do her work. That was almost 6-7 years ago. Now it houses more knickknacks.
Ah! The one piece of art that me as a tourguide/explorer am proud of! This papercut was when the loft princess was 14. Beauty, ain't it?
One of the ancient drawers, where its really old skool. Zee famous 1st pair of sticks with the Vic Firth one that came along with the kit. Now she only uses Trav's to play.
Here is a more recent stash/drop off point of textbooks and worksheets from the polytechnique. Bags can also be seen littered around this area.
Here remains the remnents of the resident's childhood. That Mickey Mouse plushie right at the back was the 1st EVER plushie received, mum says. I have so much toys and plushies this entire cupboard used to be filled, and there were packed boxes right on top on this cupboard. I think they were eventually given away. Ah wells.
And here lies all of the owner's deepest darkest secrets. Scrapbooks and diaries and photo albums dating back to 1998 I reckon. This drawer is hardly opened as the victim will be engulfed in a weird aura and will be compelled to dig through the contents of this drawer and sit here for hours reminiscing. Not good when you're busy.
Now its used to hold movie stubs and oh! hello there! Those little puppies were mine when I was, oh I can't remember. This drawer is still their home. One of their bellies has a wide gash and I think I cried then. I can't remember if mum sewed it back. I don't touch them anymore.
Oh, the famous Ariel diary! Contains the simple ramblings of a certain 8-10-ish girl. The flowered book beneath contains the current ramblings and stuck-on objects of events. Unfortunately it has been lying dormant for the last 20+ months.
And here's the poor 2nd hand guitar that was used by its curent owner only a few months. Now it's a dust magnet. The big red box contains the horrors of secondary school. Endless rims of worksheets. I have no idea why no one's disposed of them.
All hail the drawer that resides on top of the "memories" drawer previously explored. The infamous CHOPE tissue packet, Fossil box and Mighty Beans are just some of the residents here.
Here is another of her artworks. This one dates back to 2001/2002. A paperweight rock that was supposed to be painted and decorated. Here we see the definition of "cool" graffitti according to the 11/12 year old girl then. It looks old skool, if I may say.
Oh, these purple cups are more recent. Purchased by an acquaintance in 2006, this pair of cups were decorated in school and actually resided on the owner's desk in school for weeks. They were eventually relocated to the desk in her room. Now it houses junk. Note the awesome pink Blink clip on the left.
Zee posters that covered her walls for the longest time ever. We can almost see the ghost of the person that she used to be in them. Ok, i think she's still the same. Pretty much.
We have come to the end of the exploration. The more dangerious trips around the room might not be approariate for the faint hearted. Thus, please make yourself scarce now. Thank you.
Buzz beer, anyone?
Friday, August 22, 2008//12:58 AM
Free Flee McGlee
"We had no idea that once you get married you have to eat off of one plate. It also cuts doing the dishes time in half. Being married is great!"
Aww, look at 'em! The mere thought makes me smile and feel all warm and happy inside. Getting past all them haters and shit, they deserve this. This is the epitome of sweetness.
On another note, zee dreadfool exams are ohvere! whoohoo uhhuh uhhuh. But today didn't feel as liberating as I expected it to. It was just like, oh ok, the holidays are here. So what? Why can't i feel more exuberent and effervescent? I think I've tanked my persid exam. Next time I'm gonna heed my hunches. Why didn't I pay more attention and attempt to memotize the critique parts?! whywhywhy?! Parsimony and all that blah.
Oh, and my Old Navy stuff's arrived! So awesome! I'm so loving my jelly thongs (no, not the lingerie you nitwit) and my shorts. Remind me to pay Bre back! Heeeeeeeeeee~
"I'm fiesty!"
Monday, August 18, 2008//5:03 PM
Wedding Bells a'ringing, ellice is a'singing
FINALLY! Ellen's hitched to Portia. Its all over the news. Oh yeah, oh yeah, uhhuh. I wish I was there too. No exams, only bliss.
Vôtre! Tchin-tchin! Félicitations!
//2:29 AM
I'm your News Anchor...
Studying too little. Thinking too much. Oxymoron. I started thinking up news anchor names. Heavens to megatroid, I'm going nuts. Random, even.
Welcome to the 6 o'clock news. I'm your news anchor, Easter anyone in the bathroom. Lets move over to my co-anchor, Penn and Teller's eraser.
Friday, August 15, 2008//1:13 AM
The slacker bites the dust
The more the pressure to mug increases, the more I digress. Thus, pressure to mug and body system's flight symptoms are correlated. See! I wrote a decent sentence concluding what has been eating me inside out alive. At the rate i'm going, I'm gonna have to perform a feat no student has accomplished. Study for my persid exam in 2 days. That's right, 2 days. 48 hours. ok no, less than 48 hours. I an barely keep my head up for b&b. That's why I hope that by next week, i'll be able to look back at this post and smirk instead of the defeated feeling that I'd tanked the exam.
Which is faster, a midget or a pig?
Monday, August 11, 2008//1:06 AM
Improv everywhere, Mission: Sg
Since this was the closest I could find to anything improv in Sg, I joined in. Its the local version of the peeps who did the famous frozen grand central stunt. aka IMPROV EVERYWHERE Heyhey! Sign up if you're interested. Its also the closest Sg will ever be to Just for Laugh: Gags. So yeah, take a shot. Its a wasteland for improv here, anyway.
And, if any of you out there know people interested in performing improv on a regular basis, hook me up PLEASE. I wanna see if it's something I could use in the future. When improv is better known here, I'll probably start something like a social enterprise for improv. Doing catered shows, like monkey toast. Or I could just make cash and donate. Same good feeling in the end. Or, I could be a writer for shows or standups. Whatever it is, SOMEBODY PLEASE GET ME OUTTA THIS RUT. Fight or flight?
"D'you know you don't have to say triple W anymore?"
Saturday, August 9, 2008//10:49 PM
Bernie Mac Daddy-O
I just can't believe this. Nice Mr Bernie Mac. One of comedy's best talents. Its true all good things must come to an end. RIP Mr McCullough.
"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
Thursday, August 7, 2008//5:38 PM
Random bug, like, "that's hot', like.
Now I finally know what good curly summer hair is for. Its for taking non-airconditioned buses, so the wind can whip through your hair and give an authentic summer-do. Its for drumming, so you can headbang and get some hair plastered on your wet forehead. And after you've given your kit a nice workout, its for happy-ellen-style dancing to the tune of Earth, Wind & Fire's classic hit September, but this time cue more jumpy-teeny-boppy moves to produce natural bounciness. Ah, contentment. Its also for waking up late looking like you have a pseudo bird's nest on your head. I think.
And since assinments are over, its time for the attack of the random bug! Ok, I always get it on the long commute to school when I'm not asleep, that is. I started thinking of Randy Pausch, the famous guy who gave the famous last lecture. How he said to always have fun in whatever you do, and my mind skidded to the liberal conventions of the western culture. And how I'm kinda glad that we're kinda influenced by western culture and how great the world was, yadda yadda yadda. Then I started this whole debate in my head and there was this staunch asian dude in my noggin arguing about how, if the world was asian-culture-dominated, the world could be a better place too. So basically there was a pro western and anti western alien having a go at each other in my head. Then I switched to art. If both these dudes attempted a non-conventional art piece, aka those messy, colorful explosions of art, I bet the asian dude would be still way more structured and organized in his non-conventional masterpiece, or at least planning ahead. While the western dude would like just have fun and let his emotions be the driving force for his masterpiece. Which would also lead to another debate regarding mind vs heart, but thank goodness I didn't go there.
Somewhere along the bus ride I hopped frequencies and started coming up with the theory that you can tell 2 people exactly the same things in the exact same way, but it could make you seem more attractive to one while repulsive to the other. Therefore, the solution? Always study the personality of the recipeint of your infomation first, so you can say the appropriate thing to garner the desired response. I think you get when I mean when I say appropriate. Heh heh heh.
Now I know why I can never have dreamless sleep. I think the random bug has its headquarters in my cerebellum, medulla oblongata, frontal lobe, etc. You know I have no idea what I'm talking about now, right?
//5:06 AM
BOOYEAH BABY!
Oh yeah. The feeling of completing your report by 4.30 am, and watching Rachel Ray, then watching Oprah at 5 am is just liberating, I tell you. Time to be a nerd! Ching-ching-ching-ding I can't wait for 8pm to arrive---------------------------------------------- Colin has white hair, Drew's gwtting married, Ryan's still ryan- only older, and Wayne! Why the hell does he look like some motown dude now?! Sigh. I love my dates with the tv.
Kabookie bazooka
//3:02 AM
WIC quests and nice names
Chaznel. Hmmm nice name, don't you think? I'm being a trooper, trudging on with zee report. Yesyes, somewhat sore but still functional. How come people in similar groups can behave so differently? And how come we can share (oh crap I'm SO sick of this word after all the bloody SOAP notes cleaned me up) with some in that group, but not with the other some? hmmm? HMMMMM? I guess its just too bad that some people tend to misunderstand and misjudge simple words and actions. We can't do much to vindicate ourselves, so neh, time to forget it and just walk this way *guitar riffs start playing and Steve Tyler starts his shrieking. Good stuff, good stuff* You miss it, your loss. Olé!
The points don't matter; just like the type of beer at a drunken frat party.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008//9:29 PM
kerrrashh
NO MORE PUBLIC SPEAKING! ok I'm just fooling myself. Sooo glad its finally over. But i'm grateful for the skills.
On anther note, I'm too sore to function anymore. I know i promised to work harder and give more. Next semester, next whatever-I'm-gonna-do. But I can't right now No energy no motivation Small dark corner, here I come again. WHEE
I never had a chance, and anyway the situations just weren't fit enough. No one wants to look like a dork yes I'm griping. At no one in particular. Har I'm just sore that I never had the chance to TRY swish-flick. Why don't wishes come true? Fairy Godmother! Where art thou? Now I know. Poker face is best. Of course, the occational peek at the self is ideal too. Don't blame me for stuffing my being with comfort food and the likes. t-i-r-e-d. g o o d n i g h t world. I'll see you when hibernation's over. superficiality is nice during non-reflective periods. WLIIA, DCS, here i come! (: Who likes a frown when plastic smiles are available?
I forgot my pointer today. Do you mind?
//12:43 AM
escape mechanism in full gear
I can't help it! Just glad that I FINALLY completed my SOAP notes, and am starting the 2000 word report. whoohoo for me. Today's open mic was hilarious. Bryan sure can sing! Manhong too but pity this time she didn't perform :( I finally got to try out improv, and I know I could do way better. Just have to master the art of finalizing and perfecting (zee full package) the thoughts that come crashing into your brain as you're improving. So the message will get across better. Practice Practice Practice! Experimental group mates and audience, anyone? Thousand thanks to Jascastic, Suki, Yanty, Jiahui, Zoe, Fengkai and Ben. WHOOLAAHEEHAWW!
Zees skinny slob is so gonna pay for blogging when she should be working on WIC. Ah wells. Anything but WIC.
Welcome to the 6 o'clock news. I'm your news anchor, FranklyDon'tGiveADamn.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008//12:56 AM
meh
Bummer. It kinda stings that I may very well never get to try my hand at theatre sports. Much less study at the Second City. Ah, the woes of insignificant wishes. Small dark conner, here I come.
I didn't complete my SOAP #5. Dang
Monkapotamus, DrugCo.
Monday, August 4, 2008//7:32 PM
Bus rides
I think the long bus rides are rubbing off on me cuz i'm starting to like 'em. And half the time i'm lost in my own head. Whoohoo Its kinda nice to conjure scenes and stories in your head; stuff you know'll never happen, but sure wish it could. Sometimes i'm not sure if i should behave and impress, or just be myself. Sometimes i wish i wasn't such a doozehead. And i'm wondering, why is it that i always look so horrid in school, but better at home?! (I know this is a fact cuz i check the mirror) Sometimes i wonder if its better to be child-like, or cool and mature; cuz i'm stuck. And sometimes i wonder if it's better to wear your heart on your sleeve or have the poker face
"The copier machine hasn't been invented yet , Mr Wick." "Neither have salaries for women, Mimi."
//4:19 PM
Bubbles everywhere
Only 1 3/4 more portions of SOAP notes to go! Ah, it feels good to be in class today. No dry run! Whoolaaheyy I can't wait for Thursday
pop goes the weasel
//1:01 AM
Solitary
I feel like I'm in my own version of that Solitary game, only this one is more twisted. Compliments of my education. *Tips hat off* Only, this is my scalp.
BloodhoungGangTheBadTouch
Sunday, August 3, 2008//8:54 PM
eff ayy ass tee eee arr NOW
Finally the subject has picked up speed on doing her SOAP notes. There's still a long way to go though. Itching to have a slice of DCS to unwind. ahhh I'm kinda bummed that i'm still sick. meh.
Cuz its a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll
//1:36 AM
soap logbook
Goal: complete 4 SOAP notes Achieved: 21/4 . Status: Arrr, yer scurvy!!!!! Mental state: fried System: on the fritz, repair necessary
Saturday, August 2, 2008//10:02 PM
College Humor
Skippy lass showed me this. Hilariously creative.
//4:59 PM
cotton candy whispy-like
Again, the battle continues. Kinda fun to have a "logbook" about my SOAP notes quest. Sitting here for hours till my neck aches, and I've only written out 7 lines of (S).
Problem: After conjuring up semi-workable ideas for the next few lines of (S), or OAP for that matter, subject does not write them down but digresses to other websites/thoughts. Solution: Ignore pain in neck and restlessness and WRITE DOWN IDEAS even if they suck. So subject can laugh at her absurdity(?) and edit them later. Goal: complete as many SOAP notes as possible. Ideal: 4
//2:49 AM
ass elle oh double-you
I think snails could mock me right now. I've been sitting here for HOURS and I've only done one SOAP note. ONE. UNO. UNE. And I've yet to start on my 2000 word report. My nose is so clogged I'm pulling a Darth Vader now. I'm screwed, no?
Ching-a-ding-ding
//1:17 AM
Baba O'Riley
Well I never. Who'd think that I'd like The Who's Baba O'Riley so much just by listening to snippets of it on House? Speaking of House, I LOVE that guy.
Oh, oh Teenage wasteland They're all wasted!
Friday, August 1, 2008//12:37 AM
pee dee eff
omg I so love you for highlighting the pdf. I still can't highlight important points. It always ends up in half the page doused in yellow.
What has 2 thumbs and loves plinko?
KAAW!
chocolate. TLB. THE ELLEN DEGENERES SHOW. The Stiles and Mochrie in Carey's Brady bunch Go Lewis & Oswald!