Friday, September 30, 2005


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I was talking to my dad just today and he asked me "So, what do you want to be when you graduate?"
it wasn't all that long ago when he asked : "so, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
My mom replied : Ah, she'll be a creative director of some big company.

I don't really know the path I'd take, or where exactly I want to go. It's pretty confusing when you have so many choices in front of you but can only choose one. It's like releasing a kid into Willy Wonka's factory and telling him he can only choose one chocolate. And the one chocolate may or may not affect him later on in life.

Life gets so much more complicated when we grow up. I wish we didn't have to. But at the same time, I can't wait to explore the rest of my life.

am i making sense? probably not. this is just an incoherent ramble.


enjoy the pic!


i've updated phreaque-art!


Thursday, September 29, 2005


here i am stuck my dad's office with no escape route home. and the SECOND LAST episode of the HK serial drama is about to air in 15 minutes.

i think i'm starting to irritate my dad with my "i wanna go home!!" i've said it so many times i sound like a broken record - or a petulant dorothy. :(

oh let me click my kopitiam slippers and be whisked away home right now just in time to catch my hk serial drama!!!!

where is the damned wizard!



Yes! I think I'm officially outta my slump. Imma drawing almost 24/7 right now, the juices are spurting!!!

Can you imagine waking up at 3am in the morning to draw because the muse woke you up and dragged you outta dreamland? Gahahaha. Yes, i'm mad.

It's is painful relief i suppose. :/ you can't believe how incredibly frustrating it is to be in a slump. YOu stare at the canvas, stare at the blank paper, pick up the pencil and throw it away because all that is coming outta you is crap. C R A P.

Hmm. I noticed sth. Everytime I take an interest in world matters my muse just goes on a holiday. When I write long long essays the muse gets pissed off.

hahaha. maybe i should just stop blogging about serious stuff.

BAHahahahaha. Maybe the brain is just too tiny to support too many things at once. like the RAM of the computer.

i think mine's only about like say, 256 MB.

If open photoshop and microsoft word together can lag like shyt.


Wednesday, September 28, 2005


I was just randomly bloghopping when I stumbled upon this little gem.

It's interesting how the eye just wanders over to the pictures. Don't diss it though, it ain't half bad the writing. Pictures are a tad distracting, but I suppose it proves the point.


I was TRYing* to draw a kid yawning. but it didn't turn out well.

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he's still a pretty cute little tyke. does he look like he's yawning or roaring? :/



Diabolos has been playing in the iTunes for 3 days straight. I'm about to foam at the mouth.

Eheh heh heh. I love Lin Hsing Hsia!

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You know, the woman who played the Bride with White Hair and Xiao Ao Jiang Hu. etc etc.. I bought a couple of her VCDs a few days ago. MUAhaha. Movie Marathon!!

I think celebrities of the past are so... ?? beautiful. classy. stylish. These days anybody can be a celebrity. BAHHHH..... Trashy bitches who can't act for nuts. Ptui*

>> To Norman if you're still reading this blog, please give your blog add! i lost it when i switched my comments to Haloscan. Then I can have your sketch up.<<

*2nd edit* my new desktop wallpaper!! Muahaha. i know it's pink. Get over it. :X Spirited away!!!!! hahahahahhahaha.

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i've updated phreaque-art!


Tuesday, September 27, 2005




there's a funeral downstairs and the ahmitohfoh is driving me INSANE!!!!! ARGH!

Met a few strange weird disgusting interesting people today while i was on the public transport.

On the way to Orchard today, there was this auntie who was picking her nose on the MRT and flicking the bits everywhere. EWWWWW. she totally grossed me out. but that wasn't the end of it. She was clicking her tongue while digging the nose, like she was trying to get the bits of food stuck in her teeth or something..

and then she stuck the SAME finger she was using to dig her nose into her mouth.

ohmymotherfuckinggod. i almost puked right there and then.


my gawd. the malay guy who was sitting next to her couldn't stop watching her. then he stood up and walked to the next carriage. HAHAHAHA.. hilarious!! but sick.



Then after i got the powerbook back, went to kino blah blah blah, went home and met another weirdo.

This middle-aged balding guy was sitting opposite me in the bus. You know the back section where the passengers face each other? Yeah.

He was drinking MacDonald's lemon juice or something. Then he looked at me, looked at the guy beside me, looked around and started giggling to himself. GIGGLING. YES.

Sip, look around, giggle.

Sip, look around, giggle.

Sip, look around, giggle.

Sip, look around, giggle, drool on himself.


ahmitohfoh ahmitohfoh ahmitohfoh tonight no need to sleep... ahmitohfoh ahmitohfoh....

oh yes, i'm hooked on the japanese serial drama that's playing on channel U mondays - tuesdays 7.30pm. The ice-hockey one.

hahahaha. shame on me. :P


arghhhhhh my fanfics!!!!!!! arghhhh!!!


Ah, Imma busy girl today. Piano in the morning, facial afternoon + go get my powerbook back.

Apparently my powerbook has been ready for collection for a while now., but they didn't call me to tell me. WTH.. Or maybe I just didn't check my phone. HAHAHA. more likely. Lucky I called them yesterday.

Right now I'm playing this piece called Dance of the Demon by Edouard Holst. VERY VERY incredibly **#$(*&@#$ to play, but very very nice!! Go check it out if you can. It sorta reminds me of the Nightmare before Christmas Soundtrack.


going off now.



i've updated phreaque-art!


Monday, September 26, 2005


Drawing with a mouse is making me cock-eyed. bleh. it's like super irritating!! Have to enlarge the canvas and draw really carefully. My wrists are breaking soon. :/

Played in photoshop the whole day.

<-- this is one of the stuff I made. Sorta like how I pictured a circus master to be. :P quite cliche yes, but hella fun doing!

Tagged. :/

Ah. got tagged by fireburn.

List three random facts about yourself that your friends might not know.

1) Imma closet Kelly Clarkson fan
2) gackt fantasies :X
3) My dad was in jail before for being communist

7 Things That Scare Me / 7 Things That I Hate.

1) Cockroaches
2) Ants
3) Harry Potter mania
4) Being broke
5) Hypocrites
6) Disease
7) Conformity

7 Things I Like The Most.

1) Drawing
2) My 0.3 mechanical pencil
2) Daler Rowley paper
3) Powerbook
4) Wacom Tablet
5) Reading
6) Daydreaming
7) Spending money

7 Important Things In My Room.

1) The Mac
2) The fan
3) The bed
4) The books
5) The shutters
6) The CD collection
7) The art materials

7 Random Facts About Me.

1) I can't control my spending
2) Shutters in my room are always closed. I like the dark.
3) I hate recieving b-day presents that I don't like
4) I love Studio Ghibli, Hayao Miyazaki, Tim Burton, Mamoru Oshii, etc etc..
5) I spend my allowance on books and albums.
6) 3/4 of my wardrobe is black.
7) I'm a narcissist.

7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die

1) Rob the bank
2) Give my parents 10 million each, so I don't have to worry about them
3) Go on a spending spree
4) Have a movie marathon
5) Shag Gackt
6) Race in the Grand Prix
7) Shag Gackt

7 fav bands

This is hard... :/ except for X JAPAN! the rest is in no particular order.

1) X Japan!!!!!!! (1st)
2) Guns and Roses
3) Beatles
4) Nirvana
5) Mr Children
6) Dir en Grey
7) Gackt/L'arc en ciel.

7 Bloggers Whom I Wanna Pass This Thingy to

1) Maro
2) Kucinta
3) Maddie
4) Chunz
5) Isa
6) Shyue Chou
7) You who read this.

HAHAHAHA. i think i'm so funny. :X

Material Girl


I'm so sick of consumer culture. It seems like there's a neverending stream of stuff to buy.

I want, I want, I want, I buy, I buy, I buy. Then the pocket got big big hole.


I don't really need the iPod nano. I don't really need 100 bags. I don't really need the Gackt CD.

Really, I don't!

Now to convince myself.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Preachy homophobes can go suck dicks!

Found this meme while surfing on the net :

Homophobia and You:

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Repost this if you realize homophobia is wrong.

Breast feast

Taken from Straits Times Forum

I think Singaporeans are really damned irritating.

How many mothers actually breastfeed in public? To set up nursing rooms/baby rooms for just that small population is just a bullshit waste of resources and money. Then the SMRT have another reason to jack-up the prices of transport for the rest of the passengers. Knn, as if it's not expensive enough.

You wanna breast feed in public, go ahead lah! Nobody stopping you - because we understand the sacred boob milk that your kid is drinking is nourishing him and blah blah blah.

But if you want to flash your tits in public, expect people to stare. Free show what, why not? If you recieve unkind stares and dirty looks and still want to continue, then it's your bloody fault because not everybody is comfortable looking at mommys breastfeeding in public.

Don't want to recieve dirty stares?

Do what other mommys do, MILK YOUR BOOBS AT HOME AND BRING IT OUT. And feed your goddamned kid with a bottle. Because honestly, looking at your kid suck your boob in public is just freaking disgusting.

Saturday, September 24, 2005



Blew 200 bucks today. Spent the last 50 bucks on the gackt cd. YAY...? I can't really be happy when I'm broke.

Went down to the "LGF gig/band gig" thing at the Esplanade (waterfront place). This local band, The Lost Transmission was like damned fucking good man! GREAT VOCALIST! omfg! GREAT!

Chunz got the CD. eheh. I was broke. goddamned.

The thing about Singaporean audience is that they're not "on" one. Peepur tell them to clap, they don't clap. Tell them to light their lighters and wave to the song, only like 1% did.


this blog is pretty dead right now. mainly because i'm pretty "busy" with other stuff.




i've updated phreaque-art!


Hokkien Peng

Found this song at the EDMW forum.

I don't really understand, apparently it's some army song the boys sing.

Listen to it here!

Read the translation here!

Quite funny actually.

Friday, September 23, 2005


My brain seems to have stopped working. Right now, I can't really process alotta words, or write long, coherent blogposts without messing up. You may have noticed the brainless fillers. Haha.

Right now I'm re-reading Beyond the Age of Innocence by Kishore. Pretty brainless fluff, easy to process, doesn't require much thinking.

HAHA. I'm pathetic.

The mouse is posessed or something. It skitters across the screen like a cat is after it. Can't draw when it's all over the place.

argh. my brother is a turd.


Crabby Old Woman

What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking
When you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food
And makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice,
"I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice
The things that you do,
And forever is losing
A stocking or shoe?

Who, resisting or not,
Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten
With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
Who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen
With wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now
A lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows
That I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide
And a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty,
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other
With ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons
Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me
To see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing
Young of their own,
And I think of the years
And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman
And nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age
Look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone
Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.

I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living
Life over again.

I think of the years
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
That nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer . . . see ME!!


When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff
that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging
across the Internet.


I couldn't help but think about my grandmother when I read this poem. This moon-cake festival, I went to her house to celebrate. She told me stories, stories of her childhood, her growing up, her life. Usually I don't give much thought about my grandmother. She's just my grandmother, nothing more.

I never thought of her being a child.

Never thought of her being a bride.

Never thought of her being a mother.

Never thought of her being a widow.

Never thought of the hardships she endured to bring her children up single-handedly.

I never thought about the dreams she had.

Never thought about the sacrifices she made.

She was just my grandmother.

Nothing more.

Thursday, September 22, 2005


I am so tired and pissed. I hate myself. My brain is on a rampage. Just shut me up already.

In other news...

GACKT'S NEW ALBUM IS SO HOT! SOOOO HOT!!! and expensive, but that's beside the point.


Any kind and generous soul wanna sponsor my rabid fangirl-ness?

Buy it for me here!


Haha. yeah right. T_T~

Also.. the Edward Scissorshand doll I reserved for 250 buckeroos.

I am insane, yes. But insanity is so enjoyable.

X Japan

You are listening to CRUCIFY MY LOVE by X JAPAN.

My absolute ABSOLUTE favourite FAVOURITE FAVVVOOUURRRITTTEEE band in the whole wide world and universe and whatever that's beyond that. XD

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I am not worthy.

Read more about them here!

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Yoshiki = GOD


Let us bow our heads in prayer and worship him.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005




I AM THE ICE STACKING KING! BOW TO ME. (that means you, chunz. XD)


*gloats summore...*

*cackles like a mad woman...*

Oh yes, I reserved the EDWARD SCISSORSHAND LIVING DEAD DOLL!!! for 250 bucks. haha! I must be insane. Yes I think I am insane! HAHAHA!!!! Insane over Edward!


and guess what?!?


"*Gasp* wadduya say?!? YOU DON'T LIKE THE NANO?"

YES. :P It's too thin and too small. Easy to lose, not nice to hold, and I predict alot of people will hang it around their necks or someplace really obvious to show off that they have the Nano! HAHA! And for some weird reason I dislike colour screens. I like the white backlight of my mini. Heh heh.

I like the feel of the iPod mini in my hands. So nice - can fill up the whole hand. XD

Do I sound really high today?


Zaru Soba is yummy!


Shyue Chou : wah alot of comments, I reply to you here okie. XD

I LOVE AKIRA! wanted to catch SteamBoy earlier when it was screening but tickets were sold out, so was GITS:Innocence i think. :(

Heh heh, if you read Howl's moving Castle, you REALLY should read Stardust! There's a little insider joke. XD

Anything Ghibli beats American stuff anyday. then again, i'm just xenophobic and biased. Ghibli fare IS really good though!

NAUSICAA THE COMIC IS LIKE THE BEST!! but how come yours is 3 vols? I think Miyazaki took 13 years to complete the comic. Very expensive! :*( I got the English version from Viz.

You're on a first name basis with the staff of Absolute Comics? wah lao! *kowtows to you*

XD I have the mp3. HAHA. I have the Mask and the Mirror though. :P and one other album I can't be bothered to dig out.



Done in photoshop with a mouse.

not very nice i know. X_X

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just playing around with the blending and stuff. :/

have alot of work.. to do.. to be good... bleh.

Weird Quizzes!

In a Past Life...

You Were: An Insane Monk.

Where You Lived: Tibet.

How You Died: Suicide.

Your Outrageous Name is:

Betty Beatzer

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.
You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.
You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

I am the girl

I've thought about doing this meme for quite a while, since I read the first one. But somehow it is a little intimidating, revealing so much of oneself in front of others. So I'll just "sneak in" a "few" lines here.


I am the girl who grew up too fast.

I am the daughter, the sister, the cousin, the friend.

I am an artist, a dreamer, a thinker and almost a loner.

I am the girl who look at kids playing on the MRT platform and secretly wish that they'll fall down onto the tracks. I'm the girl who pretends not to see pregnant women on the train but gives up my seat for old geezers. I am the girl who bought 3 packets of tissue from the old lady for $2 but walked past you holding the tin can as if you were invisible.

I am the girl who love animals yet eats meat. I am the girl who love trees yet uses paper. I am the girl who loves the rain yet uses an umbrella.

I am the girl who dreams about soaring with eagles. I am the girl who dreams about swimming with dolphins and manatees. I am the girl who dreams about fame and fortune. I am the girl who dreams that one day, the world would be a better place.

I am the girl who turned down your date. I am the girl who doesn't let anyone get too close. I am the girl whose trust you betrayed. I am the girl who is afraid of getting hurt again.

I am that girl. Who are you?

Monday, September 19, 2005


testing testing.. this halo-scan thingy is driving me nuts... testing!!



WHHEEEHHEEE!!! check out my new comment box thingy! spirited away rocks!

all comments have been wiped assclean! so sorry if i haven't replied! >_<

Hayao Miyazaki

If I had a religion, it'd probably Miyazakianity.
Hayao Miyazaki would be my God.

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Recent interview with Miyazaki-sama here!


I still think Howl's Moving Castle is really disappointing though.

And if you happen to read Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones, do read Neil Gaiman's Stardust!



Broke AGAIN - for the 20092387th time

YAY! Went down to Bugis after the Global Citizenship tutorial!

I got :

Serena Valentino & FSC - Nightmares and Fairy Tales (Beautiful Beasts) from Absolute Comics = $29.90


Karl Marx & Friedrich Engels - The Communist Manifesto from Kinokuniya = $11.55


Ag very BROKE.

Hah! And I found The Fairytales of Hermann Hesse in one of my bags. -_-" No wonder I couldn't find it. Geheheh.

Which book should I pack for the China trip?




I've put in music again! Only this time it doesn't autostart, so you have to press play in order to hear it.

The bandwidth is incredibly INCREDIBLY small. :/ So probably the first few who press will be able to hear it.


Title : The Mummers' Dance
Artist : Loreena McKennitt
Album : The Book of Secrets

Listen to samples here!

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Moon Cake?

I only like to eat the crust of the moon cake. The brown coloured pastry thingy. :P

Saw a buncha kids playing with lanterns and candles in the park. So innocent! Last time we used to set those cheap paper lanterns on fire. They burn pretty! Oh yeah, some kids were fooling around with sparklers and such. We made sparkler rockets that exploded in my days. :/ Kids these days are so deprived. But I suppose they're too busy pat-tor-ing to care about stuff like that.

Was going to post a tutorial on how to make your own exploding sparkler rocket. Budden. Aiyah. No point.

I feel old...


I didn't realise how the rise in oil prices affected us until today, when my dad filled up his tank on the way home from my grandma's house. I think my heart rate corresponded to the increase in the meter. Watching it climb..and climb...and climb summore....


It used to cost just 50 bucks to top up his tank. :/ As if paying the ridiculously high COE is not enough, still must pay so much for petrol. No wonder people are pissed.


I'm gonna get me a Harley. :D

Corel Painter Essentials 2

Oh man. I just found out I had a Corel Painter Essentials 2 installer lying around.

Was trying to install the damned tablet into my iMac budden the iMac is only OSX Version 10.2,
the Wacom tablet needs 10.2.6 and above. ARGH DAMMIT!

I suppose have to wait till the Powerbook comes back. :/

Anyways, Corel Painter Essentials 2 is not bad, but I don't really like the interface and the limited brushes. :( Plus alot of features is missing. (free wad - what you expect.):

Then again, this is probably awfully outdated. T_T so unless I buy the latest version - which is going to cost me the money I don't have - I'm just gonna have to settle for this.

Not too bad, I like the painting style. Much nicer than Photoshop. Photoshop is too refined liao. Painter is like you're sludging real paint onto canvas!


Off to explore summore.



You know, there's this discussion on religion going on in the forum.

I don't understand how people can be so certain their god exist - even when they've probably never seen or heard Him/Her/Them before.

Especially the religions with one, and only ONE god. Mostly it's like

"There is only ONE GOD. LISTEN TO HIM and you shall be saved."

or something like that.

but then if there's only ONE god how come there are so many religions?

scarly you die and you find out there are many many gods how? are you going to start believing in them?

"oh it's okie. I didn't know there were so many gods when I was alive so now it's okie to worship many many gods."

then if there's only ONE god, what about the rest who don't believe in Him or believe in other gods? Are they going to be screwed in the backside?

"WTF?!? YOU MEAN I'VE BEEN BELIEVING IN THE WRONG GOD FOR ALL MY LIFE? WTBF!!!!!!! Now whadda I do? Convert and worship this god? PTUI!"

What if you die and you find out ALL gods are ONE?

"Erm, Jesus - no, Allah. Or is it Shiva? Oh no matter. Whatever your name is I worship you my dear god. Please don't send me to hell."

Then there's the thing about what happens after you die. Some believe you go to heaven. Others believe you reincarnate.

But then all humans die. Cannot possibly be you Christian, you go heaven - he Buddhist, he reincarnate right?

And if reincarnation is true, we're all a bunch of resurrected corpses walking around in new bodies.


But if we all go to heaven, so many dead people, got space meh?

Aiyahhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! IRRITATING LA, these kinda rhetorical questions.


i've updated phreaque-art!




Saturday, September 17, 2005

recently i keep having these flashes of inspiration. my fingers are itching to start drawing again. but every time i hold a pencil, it just disappears.

At this point there's this empty feeling in my hand. this almost urgent impulse to just pick up a brush and splatter paint over the canvas. but i can't bring myself to, because i'm afraid to disappoint myself.

i think my muse must be on vacation.



The download exceeded bandwidth limit - so it means that you can't listen to the song. Awww...........

But it's okie because I've added a link at the sidebar. If you're interested, click on it and wait for it to load. And you can still listen to it. XD



Bois de merveilles - Merveilles (album) - Malice Mizer

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Mana : The genius behind Malice Mizer. A GUY. MALE. YES, I KID YOU NOT.
Now in Moi Dix Mois - a heavily goth band. XD

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Gack : Scrumptious vocalist of Malice Mizer before the Klaha era. Now in a pretty "hot" solo career. sigh. *drools*

The rest, I can't be bothered. :X

Friday, September 16, 2005

I Heart Frogs!

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Don't you love frogs too?

I was going through all my old sketchbooks and I realised how much pretentious bullshit there was inside. And not to mention alotta crap. :X I kinda feel guilty for wasting so much paper.

KHALISAH!! THIS IS FOR YOU. :P At least I think it's the one you want.

(Click on thumbnail)


I'm feeling kinda frustrated now. Staring at the blank canvas. Sometimes I feel like tearing my hair out because the canvas intimidates me.

I think so much I can't enjoy the process of drawing anymore. I try to visualize every stroke and every shade - when I can't do what I picture in the mind, I get so pissed off.

Too much is going on in the brain right now. Will post later when I'm more coherent.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Just spent 3 hours on the rooftop of the carpark near Chunz's house. Ate ice-cream and chatted + listened to J Rock.

So fun!



i've updated phreaque-art!



I miss the banana! All my southpark videos are in there. Not to mention my Jap PVs and MP3s! EHhhhhhh.. and I can't load the photos from my Rebel XT into the iMac because I didn't install the programme. Why? Because the iMac only has 256MB of RAM - and it'll like die if I uploaded all those photos. T_T~

On the bright side. I'll be getting back the banana next week. But that side is not very bright.

Have you ever wondered what happens when you freeze a watermelon and defrost the frozen watermelon? It turns really really disgusting. Like the rind is soggy and limp and the flesh is totally dehydrated. I've a couple of pictures in the XT but too bad, I can't post them online yet.

Idiot Nation

Heh. Just finished reading Idiot Nation by Michael Moore. I LIKE!!! It's an extract from Stupid White Men - so I guess I'll have to buy that too. When I gots the moneeh.

Also finished reading Forgetting Things by Sigmund Freud. If only I'd read it during Sec Sch. Can explain to my teachers why I keep "forgetting" to do my homework.

"AG! Why's your hw not done again?"

"I forgot! REALLY!!"

"How is it possible that you keep forgetting to do your hw?"

"Sigmund Freud says..........."

"Enough. Go stand outside the classroom. NOW."

Then again, maybe it's not such a good idea. Bleh. But I think Freud is funny - he thinks too much.

what to do now? i can't sleep.



gooo goooo gaa gaa gehehehehe...

i swear the dog just sniggered. stupid dog. he just smirked at me. idiot dog. bleh.

maybe i should go read gandhi's autobiography. hopefully can put me to sleep.

ja -


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Wednesday, September 14, 2005


Wah lau eh, I just woke up after a long long nap. Like when I blogged about Be With Me until 5 minutes ago. What to do now leh? Sian...

I keep remembering I have to do something. But I don't remember what. *Tears out hair*

Weird thing is I dreamt about the iPod nano. But like U2 version. WTF? That would be sweeeeettttt... Not that I like U2, but the colours - sweeeeettttt.
Kinda pissed off. What to do with my iPod mini now? Nolah. I won't trash it yet. Not even 1 y-o neh. I dun like colour screens though. Listen to mp3 still need to look at screen? Bullshit. Why'd I put photos in the Nano?

aiyah. wadever. i'll go try sleeping summore.

Be With Me

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I watched it today. There were less than 10 people in the cinema. I sat center, 5th row from the back. Nobody in front, nobody to the right, nobody to the left. Felt like I had the entire cinema to myself.

Muted colours, limited use of conversation, almost no background music.

I never realised silence could be so deafening - or oppressive. It was pretty depressing for me.

Prepare to bring a box of tissues.


I like :

Bread + egg + ketchup + fermented toufu with chilli and sesame oil
Getting caught in the rain
Sitting downstairs when it's raining
Waking up to a rainy day
The sound of thunder
Reading in the balcony on the swing
Watching anime
Annoying people
Arguing with people
Stupid people who talk before they think
Elephants with purple hats
Reading the back of soap dispensers while i'm in the toilet
Not returning Library books
Playing with fire
The Banana (powerbook)
mp3 players
Things that are well designed

I want to :

Go to Tibet to be a monk
Not have to worry about money
Buy all the books I want w/o my dad complaining
Have more space in my room
Clean up my room
Buy the Edward Scissorshand figurine I saw in Queenstown shopping center
Force the stupid boss of that toy shop to sell it to me
Kick his ass when he doesn't
Break into the display case and carry Edward away
Own 1/2 of the books in Kino

I dislike :

Teenagers who go out in big groups and yak loudly
Guys my age - most of them anyways
Stupid people who talk before they think
Idiots who don't do their part in groupwork
Pumpkins and bittergourd
Girls who wear pink all over
Girls who wear pink and carry Emily/Nightmare before Christmas
People who say Emily is a Tim Burton creation
Toilets with no toilet paper
Richard Clayderman - he's a liar
People who own iPods and carry it in their hands in Orchard
The white iPod ear piece

I get a kick outta :

Nicely designed things
My obsession with nicely designed things
Well thought out / planned designs
Annoying people
Weird things
Reading Crime Library
Trying to analyse criminal behaviour
Analysing my own emotions
Using the Banana
My panasonic ear plugs
Good sound systems

I wish :

I could "blend in" more with my peers sometimes
I wouldn't "blend in" with them
I didn't think that most of my peers are either morons, or dickheads
I had more friends
I had less friends
People I dislike would just zip their mouths shut
I could turn them into snails
Snails would get out of my way so I don't crush so many of them
I could have a lifetime supply of jelly
I studied more for O lvls
My dad's friends wouldn't keep asking me why I didn't go JC
People wouldn't ask me "how come you so matured for your age?"
people would stop hounding me to get a boyfriend (you know who you are)

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Taking down the Tagbox!

Just came back - and at the computer already. Geezzz..... I'm so easily addicted to stuff. :/

I saw a rat just now, scuttling towards me. Actually thought it was kinda cute. Well - it is kinda cute. It almost touched my feet before veering off into the bushes. Rats are cute.. long tails and all.

Anyways, I'll be taking down the tagboard. It's always failing to load and it's annoying me because the swirly wheel keeps spinning. geh. maybe i'll put up a new one. but it depends. in the meanwhile just leave your comments in the comments!



i say the darndest things. not.

*i wanna watch "Be With Me" soon. reviews are really good - and most people who watch it won't bring bratty little kids. and they off their handphones.


OMFG. can you believe i'm playing 邓丽君主的小城 and 梁山伯与祝英台 on the bloody piano? wtf?! HAHAHAHAHAHA. *knocks myself out laughing.*


A convo between me and a friend recently. okie - make that a few friends. something must be wrong. bleh.

misc friend : Eh. wanna go out/clubbing/meet up?

me : for?

misc friend : fun lah!

me : why?

misc friend : just go lah! fun!

me : i busy.

misc friend : with what?

me : arguing with somebody.

misc friend : who?

me : dunno. anonymous people online

misc friend : siao.

me : link to "battle field"

15 mins later

misc friend : you very free hor?

me : no lah.

misc friend : bo dai ji you go fight for what? siao. fight until you dowan to go out. crazy ah!

me : ....must be......

misc friend : why you fight for what?

me : fun?

misc friend : FUN?!?

me : yeah.

misc friend : eh, I think you need to go see a shrink.

me : yeah.

Hmmmmm..... whatever. methinks shrinks are too expensive.


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Eh. got piano lesson in less than an hour. Piano lessons are a pain in the ass too. The teacher says I slaughter Clayderman like nobody's business. Bahh... His pieces are damned boring. I hate scales. especially grade 8 scales. ptui! Sight reading is crap.

i thought piano lessons are meant to be relaxing. what's the use of taking grade 8 piano exam when i can't even sight read a grade six piece?


Monday, September 12, 2005

Animal Abuse

You know, pretty much nothing can rile me. I'm almost emotionless. but when I see stuff like this :

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Shit hits the roof.

I've said it before and I'll say it again.

People who abuse animals deserve to be knocked down by cars and castrated.


Whoever said poetry was boring?

First Attempt

She was pretty much undressed
And big brazen trees
Thrust their leaves against the panes,
To snoop - so close, that close.

She sat in my chair,
Half-naked now, and clasped her hands;
Her little feet - so fine, that fine -
All astir on the floor: pure pleasure.

A shaft of light, the colour
Of wax, played truant
On her smiling mouth (I watched)
And then on her breast - a midge on a rose.

I kissed her pretty ankles.
She gave a sudden laugh, pealing
And sweet, in bright trills.
A laugh like faceted glass.

The little feet took cover
In her skirts. 'That's far enough.'
- But even so, she'd let it go -
Her laughter made a poor reproach.

Her helpless eyes beat under my kisses
- A gentle application of the lips.
She threw back that hopeless head
Of hers: 'Well, honestly, Monsieur!'

And then: 'You really have a nerve...'
A kiss on her breast was how I handled
That. Which raised a laugh -
The kind that says, I'm on for it.

She was pretty much undressed
And big brazen trees
Thrust their leaves against the panes,
Snooping - so close, that close.

'Excerpt from Selected Poems and Letters - Arthur Rimbaud'

Well - I'd like to see my lit teacher's face when I show her that next teachers' day!

What the...?!?

Chunz just called me to tell me my blog was on the Today newspaper - someday in last week's edition.

What the bloody hell?

Summore pick all the politically incorrect things to print.

Bullshit editors.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Freedom of Speech is a PAIN in the ASS!

Sometimes, I just think that Singaporeans are too repressed. Too much work stress, too much school stress, just too much stress in general. When something happens, everything lets loose. And when they are united in one purpose?


Update on the guy whose pants are on fire, Ephraim or E frame (as Rockson supporters like to call it) he took down all his posts except two addressing the Rockson supporters.

Sad case man.. sad case. The guy lost his blog, his life in the blogsphere, (what little he had before the attacks) he lost his right to free speech and if he dares venture out into the Singapore steets - probably his life as well. (Stupid! If want to "attack" Rockson don't put your photos up! Easy to recognise okie!)

I think Singaporeans (the majority who supports Rockson anyways) lack the ability to distinguish a statement of fact from a personal attack. Just because one's name is mentioned as an example does not make them the target of the attack. I think they need to recognise that before flaming the guy. And occasionally his mom. (His poor mother...)

I seriously cannot find one single speck of insult to Rockson anywhere in his letter. He was just expressing his horror at the expletives used. How is that an insult to Rockson?

If he doesn't find Rockson's posts funny, then he's just an anal-retentive person. What's wrong with that? If he finds the use of vulgarities unacceptable, he's just a prim and proper person with no sense of humor as well. What's wrong with that?


Anyways. Back to the post. Why freedom of speech is a PAIN IN THE ASS.

You see my dear friends, Rockson has a right to express himself via vulgarities. Ephraim has a right to express his anal-retentive and humorless self via the ST Forum. Rockson supporters have the right to express themselves through tagging Ephraim's tagboard. Which leads to Ephraim commenting that he has a right to freedom of speech. Which then leads to Rockson supporters saying that they have the freedom of speech to cuss at him too. and the cycle continues and continues and continues....

IMHO, freedom of speech should be reserved to those who can think rationally. So not everybody can mouth off.

Sigh. I still say Ephraim is stupid though. And his blog kinda sucks too. Every post no caps, ends every sentence like this... so the entire post is like super lame...and like this... and like that...

Hai. I hope he doesn't get beaten up too badly. Then cannot pose with Joi Chua liao. But I think he oso dun dare to go out.

I really hope no Rockson supporters stumbles upon this site.

Even if they did I hope they read it thoroughly.

Maybe I shouldn't be posting this up...

Then again I'm more stupid than I actually think I am.

So there. Freedom of speech is a pain in the ass.

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*edit : must put up peace sign, just in case.*

Pictures from Arizona

Pretty pictures - from carol who's in Arizona right now. Heya Carol! Beware of rattle snakes!!

These are photos from Sedona, Arizona.

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Phoenix at night!

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Photoshop Fun!

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Your OWN brand of CHOCOLATE!

Okie, enough about blog spats! I'll teach you how to make your own brand of chocolate! In photoshop of course - I dowan anybody to burn their kitchen down. :P

1) Open New Document. -_-" (Like duh..) A size like 300 pixels by 900 pixels would be nice.

2) Add New Layer. Click on New Layer. Name it Chocolate.

3) Use the Rectangular marquee tool to make a selection like this.

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4) Use the paint bucket to fill in the selection (Brown if you like dark chocos and cream colour if you like milk choco.)

You should get something like this.

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NOTE : This should all be done on Chocolate (layer).

5) Next, go to the Layers palette, double click on Chocolate, you should get something like this.

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We're going to use Bevel and Emboss. Click on Bevel and Emboss to get the settings, play around with it until you get something like this.

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6) After you get that, go to the Text tool, select Horizontal Text Mask.

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7) Type in your name or wadever you want to appear on your chocolate.

8) Press Crtl J to get a new layer. This will be Layer 2.

9) Go to Layer 2, double click just like before and get to Layer Settings. We're using Inner Shadow, Bevel and Emboss. Again, play around with the settings till you get something like this.

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10) Click on Layer 2, merge down with Chocolate (layer).

11) Now copy the merged layer as many times as you want (or how many choco bars you want)

12) Click on the copied layers and move them down. Crop away any excess canvas, and there you have it. Your very own chocolate bar!! Image Hosted by

Saturday, September 10, 2005


Well, if you've read the latest chapter in the bloggers' bible aka Talk Rock, you'd have noticed a disturbing similarity between his recent entry and that of XiaXue's supposed last entry.

Xiaxue -> cannot take flaming, complain about her blogging her views and people not understanding her brand of humor, bye readers, i love you! will come back, maybe!

Result -> XX fans not happy, XX non-fans very happy. When XX fans not happy, they go flame XLX and other misc bloggers who criticised XX.

Rockson -> people write to Straits Times to comprain, he not happy becoz he got the right to fuck and cb his way thru his blog. so maybe he no blog so much becoz people watching him pcc he dun dare to shoot.

Result -> poor guy who complains against rockson tio flame until his pants on fire.

This is what he said.

"This & that

A monthly section dedicated to weblogs to watch out for mentioned one titled Top Rock (

When I looked at the accompanying graphic, I was astonished to find several Hokkien expletives referring to male and female body parts in the text in fine print.

I then visited the website and, to my horror, most posts were laced with such vulgarities.

Although the weblog uses such phrases and presents a lighter side of life, it may offend readers.

Our parents teach us from a young age not to spew these foul phrases as it reflects badly on one's upbringing.

Yet a local magazine, dedicated to teenagers, promotes such behaviour by encouraging its readers to check the site and even labels it 'hilarious'.

Another story in the same magazine pays tribute to celebrity blogger Wendy Cheng (

No doubt she's Singapore's most popular blogger - who uses the 'f' word in her posts nonetheless.

Is it right to encourage teenagers to follow her style of writing to be popular like her? I beg to differ.

I'm sure there are better weblogs with more personal opinions and more depth out there.

I hope MediaCorp Publishing will take such views seriously and not joke about the usage of such unkind words just because they may sound funny.

Tell me. Would you have objected to what he said if he wasn't targeting Rockson?

Have Singaporeans become so intolerant of other people's right to express themselves?
Basically, I don't think what Ephraim said was wrong. Yes, Rockson has a right to express himself. Lan cheow okie!

But so does Ephraim. Rockson is blogger, Ephraim is blogger. Rockson like to tok cock, Ephraim like to tok cock oso. I don't see why he should get flamed if Rockson doesn't get flamed by people who agree with Ephraim - (if there are any lah.)

(Unprovoked) personal attacks like "FUCK YOU, YOU SUCK, YOUR MOTHER IS A FUCKING BITCH, etc.." are just totally unacceptable. Would be good if you could respond nicely to a provoked attack too.

Sigh. Singaporeans are really REALLY immature.

New Blog!

I've set up a new blog --> phreaque-art

Mainly for any art I do. The link is on the side-bar. XD


Hmm. I do wish flamers actually read through the whole post thoroughly before flaming. They could have saved themselves from a lot of embarrassment. Would have been a whole lot more fun and challenge to respond to too.

*Sigh* the lack of good and coherent flamers in Singapore.

To Sofia :

Please read the post again before you flame. Thank you very much. I've made the links bold especially for you.

But I'm not very sure if you are capable of it - because it does require quite a bit of intelligence, of which I'm pretty sure you're lacking.

Oh well. If I were actually degrading Singapore, you would be an example why.

Special request :

Please post in the comments. That's what they're for. The tagboard is reserved for friends. In case you still post there again, I can only assume you're really incapable of comprehending english and would advise you to go back to kindergarten.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Singaporeans are Patriotic!

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I think the Singapore gahmen should either bonk the (in)famous blogger Xiaxue on the head, or give her a pat on the back.

I take back what I said about Singaporeans being unpatriotic here. It just seems we need a little incentive to be patriotic - that's all. Looking at all the crossfire between Singaporeans and KL/Malaysians, I can hardly say Singaporeans are unpatriotic can I? Of course, minusing the (dumb) XX fans, we still have a lot of Singaporeans standing up for Singapore. I won't take sides here because I dowan to drink 100% Newater. XP

But enough of XX.

Ever so often, I come across blogs by Singaporeans overseas. Some miss Singapore. Some love the place they are in now. And sometimes, you get people like this who congratulate themselves for getting out of the jail cell that is Singapore and into the freedom and liberty that is America.

Of course - after being in America, they decide they like it so much, they look down and thumb their noses at the poor little Singaporeans who are left behind.

A summary of the post would probably be like this :

"YAY! We can vote! YAY! We can have freedom of speech! YAY! We can drive a cheap car!YAY! We have constitutional rights! Singapore is so small, America is so big! We aren't controlled by the gahmen! We have the right to express ourselves!


Which is totally true. But then I think, what's so bad about being in Singapore?
It's good that we have a great public transport system. All the hype about cheap cars
isn't justified in the face of rising oil prices. You'd probably have to pay more petrol than the car itself.

The no-say we have over the gahmen? Oh well. At least we know that we have an efficient gahmen that wouldn't take 4 days to help flood victims (that's assuming Singapore is not totally submerged) When we don't have a right to vote for a gahmen, our gahmen has to be doubly efficient. When something happens, they respond fast. They respond responsibly. And they respond SMART. Something which is sorely lacking in the Bush administration the American people voted for.

We pay high taxes? At least the richest of Singaporeans don't have tax cuts. When we pay our taxes, we know that we aren't funding a war that is draining billions of the taxpayers' money and leaving precious little for other insignificant things like education, building levees, etc etc...

Old people working? I know many old people work because they refuse to take the government's money. Some of them pick up cardboards and coke cans to make a living for themselves. They'd rather keep their dignity than take governmental handouts. Besides, I also know that there quite a lot of old people who work for leisure. But our gahmen don't really need to provide for the elderly because their children will provide for them - (except for those bastards who abandon their parents.) We still cling on to Confucian values like filial piety and respect for our parents and ancestors.

" if you don't want trouble, stay in singapore, and don't watch cable, or read anything besides the local papers. I doubt you'll appreciate anything foreign anyway besides the 99.99% of technology you currently depend on anyway."

Statements like these are really hilarious because any flip through our local newspaper would reveal that at least 90% of the news are international news - not local. From what I hear from my friends in America, the only global news they get is through the internet because the local papers are just that - local.

"for now its still dominantly, it seems, a load of conservative people raised on strong beliefs and little exposure to anything contrary to said beliefs. i don't think they can help it. i just wish it'll change. i want it to go away and i want everything to be better."

Are we the conservative people with strong beliefs with little exposure to anything contrary?

I'll leave you to judge. ;)

By the way, freedom of speech is practiced in this blog. Meaning you can flame me and I won't call you a stupid and narrow-minded piece of shit for not agreeing with what I say.

*Edit : For those of you who don't understand what lead to the above author writing her views, it is in response to people who targeted her comment in a previous entry in charlotte's blog (tomorrowed). Sorry for any misunderstandings caused.*

The Period - Attack of the Cramps


The title says it all.

>_< being a girl sucks. bleah.



No wonder she's appearing in 2 of his movies. :/ (Charlie and Corpse Bride)




Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Last Post

Going to Wheelock right now. BUt before that. lemme post something i came across. :X

"An article written by philosopher Peter Singer. It's an extremely challenging article that challenges us on the responsiblity the relatively rich like us have to the poor." (to quote anonymous.)

The Singer Solution to World Poverty

"The average family in the United States spends almost one-third of its income on things that are no more necessary to them than Dora's new TV was to her. Going out to nice restaurants, buying new clothes because the old ones are no longer stylish, vacationing at beach resorts. So much of our income is spent on things not essential to the preservation of our lives and health. Donated to one of a number of charitable agencies, that money could mean the difference between life and death for children in need.

All of which raises a question: In the end, what is the ethical distinction between a Brazilian who sells a homeless child to organ peddlers and an American who already has a TV and upgrades to a better one, knowing that the money could be donated to an organization that would use it to save the lives of kids in need?"

I think it's a little bullshit. Why do we have to bear responsibility for the poor? To put it in a cold, hard light, whether they live or die is none of our concern. To say that the money we spend on frivolous things may mean the death of a child/person somewhere is just crap.

"Oh you wanna eat at McDonalds? YOU'RE KILLING A CHILD!"

"Oh, you wanna buy a mechanical pencil? YOU'RE KILLING A HUMAN!"

It is almost like the theory that some butterfly beating its puny wings somewhere in the world caused a typhoon in another part of the world. (Maybe the migrating birds caused the Hurricane Kat?)

"How much would we have to give one of these organizations to have a high probability of saving the life of a child threatened by easily preventable diseases? (I do not believe that children are more worth saving than adults, but since no one can argue that children have brought their poverty on themselves, focusing on them simplifies the issues."

Er. One forgets that the same children that didn't bring poverty on themselves grow up to become grown ups stuck in the poverty cycle. Besides. I think sometimes we focus too much on trying to save people. Do they want to be saved in the first place? When you read about the kids in Africa with AIDS, do you go "Oh poor thing. I'll donate 5 bucks lah."

Maybe you do. But so what if you do? They're still going to have AIDs. Their life ain't gonna improve much. They're still going to die - probably because of AIDs. All you do is prolong their suffering. You are saving them from death to live a much worser fate.

And then we ask ourselves. Is it worth saving them because ultimately they still die? Which means to say the 5 bucks you donated went down the drain.

Of course - I don't mean to say we shouldn't donate - because we should

I'm just saying - don't think that your donation really helped them. Because in reality, it is like putting a cork to stop the titanic from sinking. It might help - but it won't stop the inevitable.

bye bye banana

hah, forgot today got piano lesson, so won't be going to my mom's office to work. :X

Will be taking my PB to apple center later to get it repaired, will prolly take 5 days. or more? hopefully not.
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Sigh* so siannnnnzzzzzzzz...............................

bye bye!

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"You're leaving?!?"

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"NOOOO!! Don't goo!! WAAAAaaaa...... Why? WHY?"

Monday, September 05, 2005

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

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*Disclaimer : This poster is taken from the official Charlie and the Chocolate Factory website. I do not own the rights to this, blah blah blah.*

I finally watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today! By myself of course. I don't know why people think people who watch movies alone by themselves are pathetic. Hmm. Actually I think those who don't (dare to) are even more pathetic, just shows that they have no confidence in themselves. The funnier ones are those who eat by themselves but keep texting or calling somebody - just to show that they have friends. -_-" Honestly, that is lame. Really REALLY lame.

Okie back to the movie.



blah blah blah blah...

Okie, now that is over and done with, let's get on to the movie review.

As usual, FANTASTIC set design - you can almost see Burton's stamp on it. One look is all it takes to recognise the Tim Burton trademark.

Opening scene was great, alot of machinery stuff - a la Edward Scissorshand opening scene but modernised.

Johnny Depp was great too in his portrayal of Willy Wonka - really really psychotic.

Great costume design too.

Oompa Loompa dance sequences are hilarious!

There was this part that reminded me of the stop-motion James and the Giant Peach - (not surprising considering Burton had a hand in it too.)

BUT - just because I'm a rabid fangirl doesn't mean that I'm blind.



I think Burton's been lazy recently - okie, not really lazy. He's got a few movies coming up. Maybe the term is harried. The designs for the chocolate wrappers are shitty. Some scenes are really kinda crap, and I hate the ending. Honestly, Tim, you can do better. MUCH BETTER



The "happily ever after" ending seemed forced and out of sequence. Mainly a crowd pleaser but it really sucks. SUCKS I TELL YOU. Not that I am against a happy ending, but it is just too weird from the direction he was going.


Even worse is the audience. Moronic, loud and irritating.

I suay suay have to sit beside this bunch of TWEENAGERS. Eck. The worst of the lot I tell you. Wouldn't stop their incessant yakking.. crunch crunch of the potato chips.. yak yak yak.

Then I got pissed, changed seats just before the show started. went right to the front. Nobody in front or beside me, had the whole row plus the ones ahead all to myself.


But it didn't last long. This mom came in about 10 minutes after the show started - along with her 3 annoying bratty kids. Bunch of snot-nosed little brats. I had to move one seat over - my fault actually - and then just settled down to continue watching.

20 minutes into the show, brat no. 1 got impatient.


Me thinks : Grrrrrrrr....

Mom : " SHHHHH.."

Me thinks : GRRRRRRRR....


Stupid little brat. Kiam pah I tell you.

Mom : "LAter okie, later I bring you go toilet."

Me talks : Excuse me, can you stop yakking? I didn't pay 7 bucks to listen to you talk.

Mom : SORRY LA. *Glares at me.*

Me : *Glares back*

Mom : *Looks away*


Oh man. She needs to be slapped too, this Mom. Great example she's setting for the kids eh. Inconsiderate bitch.

Then this Chinese guy behind me

Chinese Guy : WAH LAU EH. 他在干什么?WAH KAO! 很好笑LEH! 哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈!! 哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈!!!

And for the rest of the show we had this runnning chinese commentary.
Honestly, dude. WE HAVE EYES. WE KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. YOU DON'T HAVE TO POINT OUT EVERY SINGLE PART YOU THINK IS FUNNY TO EVERY FUCKING BODY IN THE CINEMA. It seems like EVERY TIME I fucking go to the cinema I run into these kinda people. WHY? WHY? Bloody morons.

Not to mention that they usually laugh at the slapstick humor parts.

my gawd. Tim Burton is reduced to SLAPSTICK HUMOR.

Evidence? Johnny Depp walked face into the glass elevator. Not once, but TWICE.


Okie. I was like the only one laughing at the morbid parts. I've been told I have a weird/morbid sense of humor. What's wrong with that? :/


Hmm. I don't know why parents brought their kids to watch this. They probably wouldn't be able to appreciate it for what it is - even with all the slapstick humor and happily ever after ending, it's still usual Tim Burton fare - which means to say, most Singaporean morons like the ones mentioned above wouldn't be able to grasp the finer points.


But then again. Tim Burton just SHOULDN'T HAVE ADDED THAT IN. It's stupid and cliche. I hate it.

I don't understand why they call Tim Burton's version "darker" than the original version. If you think about it carefully, Willy Wonka in Dahl's version ain't that innocent either. He basically used the Oompa Loompas as lab rats. What's so innocent about that? He wasn't just eccentric. He was mad.

Sigh. I hate the average Singaporean movie goer. They should just all rot in hell. :/

*SIGH* I hope Corpse Bride lives up to my expectation. :(

VERDICT : 3 Stars. Quite disappointing for a rabid Tim Burton fan. Would have given it 4 stars if I were a regular movie goer.

Oh well. I got Downfall today! Yay! This german film about Hitler. Can watch it at home without any disturbance. Good good.


eheh heh's so shiok to just rot at home and do nothing! i feel such a sense of satisfaction. XD No worries about deadlines.. no worries about this about that.. can do all the photoshop i want.. can draw all i want.. whhheeeeee~~~~
And the best part : no need to wake up early in the morning to go school. :/ but i woke up at 7am anyways. bleah.

For the victims of the hurricane. :/ I hope they get real help soon - even with the bumbling racist of a president they have.

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helping hands.

sorta "inspired" by arthur rimbaud.

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Spastic Expressions of my Dog

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