Katy Perry E.T. MV Review.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Alrighty. Let's get on with this, shall we?
To those who have watched the video, i think we all agree it reminds us a little bit of Gaga's Born This Way video. I mean, it begins with her being an ugly assed alien, which then transforms into the red Perry, then White Perry, and then into the bronze Perry. I mean, Katy baby, do you really need 4 different personas in a single video? You got some personality disorder or something? make up your mind, girl! And what is with the setting of the video? A barren wasteland that reminds us all of Wall-E's Earth? Then there's the spaceship that crashes into the wasteland, and inside it is a black man. I mean, come on. Why is he in the spaceship? Is he superman? Who is he supposed to be in the video? Perry, you trying to say that black people don't have to put on fancy costumes to be looking like an alien? are you? what the hell?
Anyway, the video goes on, until the bronze perry appears, and she be walking and touching some random robot she saw in a heap of scraps, and she revived that shit! it's like pushing daisies or something. She kissed the nasty robot (something a human won't do cuz nobody in their right mind would kiss trash) and it magically transformed into an male alien. Then the wind blew off Perry's skirt, revealing a muthafucking deer trotters! At this point I was confused. First there's the Artificial Intelligence allusion (robot in a scrap pile), then there's the frog prince, and then there's Hercules (half human half goat- Pan; Go look it up.Disney's Hercules). Not to mention the sci fi battlestar galactica and Gaga inspiration of it all. I'm just recovering from the shock that the video gave me, seeing that it had that many references in a single 5 minute video. Is Perry trying to outdo Gaga? Cuz if she is, she should stop. Perry baby, you are too unique to be following anyone else. you got whipped cream and fireworks coming from you funbags, girl! i was just disappointed that this time, when you are actually posing as an alien, no nasty goo or human arm or something like that came out from your lady chest. oh well...
Truly,
Hunni.
Born This Way Video Review.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Born this way.
The video... let me start by saying that by the ned of the entire video, I was staring at the screen for a good 5 minutes, trying to make sense of the entire video. I was left flabbergasted, confused, and most importantly, disappointed. Let's see what happened, shall we?
The video begins with the "Manifesto of Mother Monster", which I think is her royal majesty GaGa. Everything was alright, from the visuals roght down to GaGa's narration, until the Mama GaGa just had to be in labour. I mean, girl GaGa, come on. I know you are used to swallowing rosary and smoking next to a burnt corpse and all, but thi sgiving birth thing is just too much! I don't think it's sexy, creative and original. It's one word: NASTY. That's just a no go GaGa. Then she starts telling of a different dimension or alternate universe or somthing (at this point, I thought I was watching Star Wars or Digimon or something) where another being is giving birth to evil. I was like "YOU SERIOUS???" I think it was the devil or the red queen, you know? So yes, moving on...
The song finally starts, and this is when everything just falls apart. The introduction to the song begins, and we see GaGa walking into the dance floor in nothing more than a 2 piece, and she begins dancing. That's all. Nothing grand. And although the concept was boring, the choreography was top notch. So kudos to that.
THEN there was a scene where GaGa was in a tux, and she had this long pink ponytail, and skull face make up. She was dancing with her male equilavent of this GaGa Skelington get up, and it just made me wide eyed in horror. I was scared out of my pants when that THING appeared... It was like a fucking pop out video... GaGa...
So yeah, I expected more from her, and I so did not expect this goddess in labour concept which I didn't get. I am still trying to get over the fact that she went tame and a little reserveed this time round. This video couldn't compare to Alejandro's controversial video and Bad Romance's awesome production concept. I just didn't get this video. It's like she's trying to suck up to the LGBT community or something...
What do ya'll think? Go comment on my Facebook!
Truly,
Haniffa.
I'm getting tired of all that insecurities.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Insecurities. I have insecurities, and I have grown sick of them. Everywhere I go, I get self conscious. I feel that people are staring at me, pointing fingers and whispering to one another about me. Sounds like I'm self obsessed and vain? Think again. It's the direct opposite.
Ever since I was young, I couldn't reconcile the two halves of my personality. There's Haniffa (the guy), and then there's Hunni (the bitch). When one in in dominance, the other goes into a subservient sate where it follows whatever the dominating side wants to do. Now this is not true with both halves. Haniffa is much weaker than Hunni. I find that if Hunni is in the spotlight, Haniffa will just tag along. But when Haniffa is in charge, Hunni will try everything in his power to gain control, and more often than not, he succeeds. Balancing this two sides of my personality has become a challenging task, especially in recent years.
The times when I get self conscious is when I am trying to prevent the two from killing each other. So when you see me blanking out, or switching off during a particular activity, that is when I'm in a void, where there is neither of the two.
So yeah. That sucks.
Truly,
Haniffa/Hunni.
BITCH RANT: MRT Issues +++.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Alright. Let me get this straight. People are getting all worked up in Singapore, just because of this little invention called the 'Train'. Being the typical Singaporeans that they are, they complain about almost everything when it comes to the train. "Why is the train late?" "Why is the train smelling like a can of tuna just exploded in it?" Why this, Why that?
Bitch. Let me tell you. Don't nobody care about your complaints. The officials always tell you to drop off a feedback form into some raggedy assed box in the far corner of the room, but what they don't tell you is that THEY DON'T FUCKING CARE.
Nonetheless, there can be quite a few things that is worthy of being discussed here in my blog, and that includes some of the incidents that happened in the train, when I was on board.
First story/ inconvenience by commuters.
Have you ever tried to grab onto the poles that are located just in front of the train door for support, because you don't see an empty seat, and there is a huge fat assed bitch standing in the centre of the cabin, blocking all the pathway avbailable for you to walk through, and even though the PRIORITY SEAT is empty, and you don't see no old people around, you don't want to sit there for the fear of getting your photo taken by some bitch who plans to post it on STOMP.SG? And just before you grab onto that pole in question, some fucking idiotic excuse of a man just conveniently leans of the pole, such that you cannot hold onto it. The train then begins to move, and the jerk sends you flying off to the other side of the train. Has THAT everh appened to you? Let me tell you. It happened to me. yesterday. I was like BITCH! I'M TRYING TO GRAB ONTO THE POLE HERE! DON'T YOU FUCKING CONVENIENTLY LEAN ON IT! IF YOU NEED A POLE TO LEAN ON, GO TO SOME STRIP CLUB AND GET YOURSLEF A POLE DANCER! THAT WAY YOU CAN LEAN ON HER AND THE POLE. WHY BITCH. WHY?
MOVING ON.
The case of racial stereotypes. SINGAPORE IS A MULTIRACIAL COUNTRY with RACIAL HARMONY. Girl, let me tell you. There ain't no harmony in everyone. SOME yes, but not everyone. Tolerance maybe. Acceptance, some. Why am I talking about this? Just the other day when I was in the train, in comes this indian man. There was an empty seat next to this chinese guy reading the paper. I thought that Ok, I'ma make way for this indian dude to sit next to the chinese guy. So the indian guy sits down, and bitch, immediately after the plants his ass on the seat, the chinese dude took the paper he was reading, folded it and started to fan in the indian man's direction! I was like, DUDE! WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? HE DOESN'T SMELL AT ALL! LIKE WADDAFUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY HERE? And I was just observing the 2 blokes, and soon enough the chinese guy stood up and went to another seat. I was like OKAYYYYY... So much for harmony...
The train is indeed a good place for people watching. The short period of time spent in that tiny cabin full of people is a good eye opener for anyone who intends to look at others' behavious in awkward situations. Most people pretend to text on the train to avoid eye contact with others. Some would shut off from the world by plugging their ears with their MP3. Some read books. Well you name it, they do it. Some even have a little picnic in there as well. Some take the opportunity to take 40 000 winks, and when some elderly comes in, and if that person doesn't give up his seat, SNAP! UPLOAD PHOTO TO STOMP.SG, even when he is genuinely asleep and doesn't realise what is going on.
That's how sad it is.
There should be like a law that states NO TAKING OF PHOTOS OF PEOPLE YOU DON'T KNOW IN THE TRAIN / PUBLIC. Like honestly. Bitch, would you like it if I came straight ot your face and snap a photo of you and published it online for all to see? Would you? Sheesh! Wake up girlfriends.
Well, that's all for this entry.
Truly,
HaniffaHasan
Labels: Get that thing off my chest., I'm Just Saying, Whatever bitch
Revival. Rebirth. Remake.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
It's been a good 2 months since I've declared by blog dead.
I'm telling ya'll, it has been a chore updating my blog, ever since I've enlisted into NS.
I know it's no excuse to say that serving my nation has prevbented me from updating ya'll on my life, but i just don't have the time. So, let me say this here and now:
I WWILL TRY TO UPDATE THIS BLOG MORE OFTEN.
Ok? Happy? mm hmm...
Anyway, all this talk about revival and all has got me thinking, "What do I want to do better at in the new year?"
For starters, I want to be fitter. I want to be able to run with my men, and make them respect me. I will not try to impose my rank upon them; rather I will gain their respect. I will not make any foolish judgements about them. They are human, too, and I will try to make friends.
[That sentence alone has got more "I"s than a conjoined siamese twin tarantula. My bad]
In the year to come, I will start a new VLOG, on top of this BLOG. I was inspired by MissPTV9090 (check her out on youtube)- she has got the most funniest way of telling people what she thinks, and I enjoyed her video reviews on music video, movies and the like. So, If ya'll wanna look at some great reviews, go catch her on MissPTV9090.
I think that would be all for this coming new year. Lets go back to when I was just 11 months younger.
10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
January 2010.
Major events:
I started a Twitter account. (Which is a BIG deal for me.)
I professed my being a GLEEK!
I was working at NTUC.
I had a love episode... (more like a crush, really...)
Ususal emotional turmoil in my mind.
I got the flu.
My cat went missing. (found it, though)
February
Major events:
Training for NS begins...
Work and friendship issues... Politics.
My first PAYCHEQUE!
March
Major Events:
Enlistment! [beginning of PTP, 2 months.]
A LEVEL RESULTs!
April
Major Events:
Army... Nothing major there...
End of PTP
May
Major Events:
BMT!
June
Major Events:
BMT Field Camp.
July
Major Events:
POP lo!
SCS Life in Bravo begins!
August
Major Events:
Pass out from BSLC.
Into ASLC. Golf Coy fun is just starting!
Hari Raya
September
Major Event:
Golf Coy life. Meh...
October
Major Events:
Grandslam.
Birthday.
November
Major Events:
TAIWAN!
December
Major Events:
POP.
Tears of anguish from leaving PLC.
1SIR life begins.
Tears of pure anguish.
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So, 2010 has been a year of acheivements for me, personally. I have done things I never would have imagined, and never woul have thought I would excel in. Surprise and Joy were the two main emotions felt throughout the year. I am proud to have made it this far, and I don't think I would have done any better, without the support from you guys.
Have a good 2011, and happy new year.
Truly,
Haniffa.
Labels: ME
Apologies are in store...
Saturday, October 9, 2010
First and foremost, I would like to apologise to everyone who have been a loyal reader of my blog. Seeing that facebook ahs taken the entire world by storm, I chose to think that blogging has become obsolete, and that people just don't give a fuck about what happened during your usual Tuesdays, what you had for lunch or dinner, and how you think about the smelly fucker sitting next to you in the bus on your way to school in the morning. People want to listen to the main points nowadays, the gist of things. Thus, microblogging sites like twitter and Facebook has become more of my preference now.
Just so that those mongoloids who don't know what a Twitter or Facebook site is, and thus cannot go to my FB page and/or follow me on twitter for god knows whatever reasons,
I AM DOING FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR ASKING.
Oh well, I think that's enough bitching for the night. I'll be off to FB and Twitter now.
PS. FB is Facebook. Twitter is not a bird or a new line of cereal from Posts or Nestle'.
Alma Mater Has Never Sound So Good.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
First of all, there is one thing you should know when you're reading my posts. I write relatively well when I'm ranting or giving the world a piece of my mind (I.e. when I'm bitchy), but my thoughts are fragmented when I'm just thinking of things that doesn't really have any practical use in my life, like blogging about the weather. So, you really have to forgive me. Sometimes I blog out of boredom too...
Moving on,
I went back to NYJC yesterday, with hopes of training for NS. Don't get me wrong, we did train, but not as intensively. We might as well have gone to the park behind my house and did some conditioning exercises. However, the silver lining in yesterday's mundane routine of stretching and pulling and monkeying was to get to meet up with my juniors from MLCS as well as meet the new J1s. My juniors are as awesome as ever, and they were telling me how they were tired and stressed up and all. I have one thing to say to ya'll, and one thing only, IT'S NORMAL. In time, you'll get used to the demands of the school and life.
The J1 batch this year is definitely interesting, in their own good/bad way. We have a couple, who has been together for even before they came to NY, we have a twin who looks like a pair of identical, monozygotic chipmunks and there's the rest, who are not as gregarious as the other ones should be. (I don't understand what I just typed in that second half of that sentence) But overall, I mingled with them easily, as they were open to meeting new people.
And I like that :D
Til the next post, remember to swish that hair, and do the Single Ladies Dance Dewi & Sofie!
Truly,
Hunni.
