change a long time coming.

i've said this before, the media is a loaded gun that can be used for good or evil. this applies to all kinds of media starting but not limited to the newpaper, the straits times, the evening news, mtv, blogs, facebook and twitter.

i've had enough of this crap. people are talking about anton casey, about stephanie whatsherface, about justin beiber egging his neighbour's house, about breaking bad and real housewives. there isn't enough talk about things that concern us people, we are a culture that now feeds on gossip and entertainment. the mass effect of the fact that a majority would rather be entertained than informed is that all we get now, yes even on the news, is horsehit.

what a lot of people who fundamentally believe the same things i do, but fail to understand is this: the nonsense that plagues our daily lives is not a product of a media house that is owned by the government (i know that i'm going to catch a lot of flak for this but here it is.), it is because people choose what they want to see, and every person in this country, scratch that, THE WORLD, are after ratings because that is materialism in the purest form of the word. it is everyone's self interest to give the world what the world wants to see and hear. this, ladies and gentlemen, is the problem.

am i qualified to make this statement? yes. i'm speaking as a citizen of the world, a person who is concerned by world hunger, xenophobia and blanket discrimination, war, poverty, and not as a child who is concerned by what kim kardashian's baby wore last tuesday. there wasn't a time in my life that i wanted to write because i was interested in fashion, or penning weekend columns in women's weekly on "10 ways to please your man". what concerns me is not consumerism or pandas dying out, but the state of our spot in this universe that my generation and our descendents have to learn to thrive in.

what angers me the most about media today is that it is being abused. not just the main vein, but the social platforms that allow people who are grossly misinformed the leeway to publicly incite hatred, spread half truths or just outright lies, and keep the bandwagon of idiots on the road to self destruction going on an incredibly large platform. these people do not need to be validated. they need to be educated.

personal experience with many people who claim political apathy has taught me that people misspeak because they do not know what the word apathy means. this is, of course another cause of contention for me, as i care about the standard of education and general ignorance deteriorating and escalating, in that order. does this affect me on a personal level? when i think about the future, yes. i for one, do not want to live on a planet where the state of man is a in a constant state of regression. but i digress.

here's a lesson because i simply cannot take it anymore. political apathy is knowing that whatever systems we currently have IS NOT WORKING. political apathy is NOT voting for the opposition just because we don't think the party in power is not doing a good job. political apathy is being aware that the alternative solution that is presently available is not necessarily the solution. political apathy is knowing that we can be better, but no one is inspiring positive change, because we're too busy expecting the higher ups to come up with something better, while we at the spend none of that time thinking of what actually can be done.

people bash governments all the time. yes, i understand that this is what people do. it is also what politicians do, because no one is perfect, therefore our policies, rules and terms of government, by extension, will never make the cut of a utopian society. much as i believe that more people should understand this, i also think that people need to start believing in our ability, as a human race, to be better.

the media is a loaded gun. we, the people of the world, pick the ammunition. what we need to stop doing is to incite hatred, spread fear, discrimination of any kind, complacency, and the decadence we are used to. we need to start sharing more, giving more, loving more, living more, and caring more about what we say, do and yes, even think. we are all products of a society that has been spoiled by the riches that our grandfathers worked their asses for. it's time we start learning the value of these lessons, and indeed, start going through them ourselves. because honestly, it's getting old people, and i'm starting to get embarrassed.

and i, don't know how to slow it down.

just to fill the spaces when the day seems as wasted as my heart.

hugo.

so you live in a train station? you are not alone.

go back to the 1930's, where magic is still alive. hugo is the story of a boy with the gift of curiosity. despite the loss of his father, the dire circumstances of his existence do nothing to impair his ability to see beauty in an ugly world. this movie is proof that sometimes, the answers are right.

we're just asking the wrong questions.

8 out of 10!

note: this is also one of sacha baron cohen's better appearances, in my opinion. much as i hated the dictator and borat, it's appearances like this and in sweeney todd that save his soul from total and eternal damnation, methinks.

the phantom deconstructed.

all because beauty is an unhealthy obsession of mine.

epic or what??? finally, one doesn't simply violin into mordor.

yes i did. more later.

cos everybody digs a swingin' cat.

so here's the original version of one of my favorite musical numbers of all time,

EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT

you know it's true. anyways, pick your favorite!

like how sexy is that? or maybe you'd prefer a lean, mean man-child, with a mesmerizing voice, and wild hair.

haa. maybe an acapella quintet would be more suited to your taste?

or maybe a version sung by four of the same man?

not bad aye. but here's my personal fave! presenting the brian setzer orchestra!

whoever sang this, i wouldn't mind having your babies. meow!
(edit: i just read this, and obviously, this is brian setzer.)

black.

black follows the transformation of a blind, deaf and dumb child as she blossoms into a woman who's soul once knew nothing but darkness. thanks to her teacher, guide and guardian, she learns what strength means.

yes. bollywood. MINUS the singing and dancing.

while many have knocked it, i love the movie for it's honesty, so raw, it kind of chafes you in a way. then again, brutal honesty does that sometimes. while the storyline itself is poignant, what really sold the movie for me was the delivery. apart from the brilliant casting, the incredibly realistic portrayal of their individual characters can only be described as sheer genius. the message was not only conveyed, but put across in such a way that you are aware that the protagonist could very well have been you.

bear in mind, this is not a movie about the tragedy of birth defects, but rather the transcendence a human spirit is capable of. it is not a sad movie engineered to garner sympathy for people handicapped in anyway, nor a movie to create awareness of their "plight". more so, black serves as a reminder that there is is always hope, and that hope, however small, in whatever situation you are in, is worth holding on to.

9 out of 10.

the legend of 1900

tim roth has always been one of my favorite actors, but this is just too, too beautiful. the poetry of this cinematic adventure leaves me speechless and partially blind, due to the bawling i am still partaking in. not a sad movie by any standards, but touching and incredibly heartfelt. (get the tissues)

music lovers, there is an added incentive for you bunch as well. the music is all original art, save for "silent night", works by roger waters, amedeo tommasi and of course, ennio morricone.

by tommasi, i present to you my favorite track, magic waltz.

i know right. ladies and gents, 10 out of 10.

the poor are getting poorer.

something about this song just really turns me on.

being a new-age romantic.

only in the mentalist. sighhhhhhh.

kimball: what are you doing here?
summer: i want my job back.
kimball: no.
summer: you know i was handling that situation just fine today until you busted in. i need this job kimball. i've given up everything else. why would you take this from me?

(summer smacks the papers he's holding onto the ground.)

kimball: because you're crazy!
summer: yeah? what're you gonna do huh? hit me?
kimball: no. that's what you want.
summer: what?
kimball: that's why you kept pushing murphy today!
summer: what're you taking about?
kimball: you get off on danger summer. you need it. it provides a distraction for your unhappy life.
summer: screw you kimball! you know you're not so hard to figure out yourself!
kimball: oh yeah? what'd you figure out?
summer: ..nothing! and it's driving me crazy! who are you?

(elevator dings)

kimball: look i gotta go.
summer: no. no no no not until you give me my job back.
kimball: move.
summer: you fired me because you like me. you like me and you don't know what to do about it. just admit it!
kimball: okay i like you.
summer: ADMIT IT!

(summer slaps kimball)

summer: oh. i'm so sorry.. you do?
kimball: can i go now?

(summer jumps on him and they make out like teenagers with raging hormones)

tim kang you sexy bastard.

HAHAHAA.

found this on facebook. music lovers, enjoy!

 

 

'C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve minors," and E-flat leaves. C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me, I'll just be a second."

A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor and sends him out. Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and shouts, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."

Next night, E-flat, not easily deflated, comes into the bar in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says: "You're looking pretty sharp tonight. Come on in. This could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat takes off his suit and everything else and stands there au naturel.

Eventually, C, who had passed out under the bar the night before, begins to sober up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. So, C goes to trial, is convicted of contributing to the diminution of a minor and sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an up scale correctional facility. The conviction is overturned on appeal, however, and C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.

The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest and closes the bar.'

just about gordon ramsey.

watching the short series "gordon ramsey behind bars", just about the man devoting half a year to the local prison in brixton.

gordon goes in there and picks 12 men and attempts to get them off their lazy unproductive asses, and cooking to give back to society. the numbers fluctuate due to two inmates being pulled off the program, and three being released during the process of shooting the series and all throughout, the challenges he faced with his team are tear jerking.

it's only 4 episodes long, and it can be found on youtube. should any of you get as bored as i sometimes do, please check it out. shall leave the link of the first of the 4 full episodes here.

no angel, but the man has the heart of a saint.

not the second after or before.

today is urban ears day at work.

breaking my week long silence with a post about somethings that i don't get in/about social media.

1.

#wtfisthis
#fuckyeah
#imsohungrynow

DOES THIS LOOK FAMILIAR?

now i understand hashtagging in twitter for actual words. does anyone actually know how this phenomenon came about? according to wiki, this form of identification in chatrooms, and then became a form of micro-posting/micro-blogging and emphasis. still, on facebook? has no one yet realized that facebook does not support hashtags as metadata?

gahh. and i thought i was slow.

2.

YOLO.

what the fuck does this even mean? is the statement not short enough for you lazy bastards? for those of you who are as clueless as i am, YOLO stands for "you only live once" and is now used by hipster wannabes as an excuse for doing very stupid things. you will see it's appearance in conversations along these lines.

"dude im so drunk typing in caps hurts my head.. drinks later though?"
"mother of god, john was just talking about getting a tattoo on his penis!"
"i know i've only known him for three weeks, but should we get married?"

and the reply to all these idiotic proclaimations would be

"WELL YOLO MUTHAFUCKA."

(this does not stop the facepalming and regret the following morning.)

3.

word-shortening to the point of causing major confusion. for example, what the hell is "feels"? as in:

"whoever from wherever is so hot and and and, oh my godddddddddddddd, the feelssssssssssss!"

???????????????

enough said.

sorry sheri, it was the best example i could think of hahaa.

4.

while i all but drool over the korean men, it is a fact they make horrendous dramas. in fondant garden, a taiwanese/korean hybrid that reduced me to tears only 92 times, i have to admit half of the 16-episode series are flashbacks. also, what is up with the roundabout storyline? i swear, every bloody korean drama is like turn-left-turn-fucking-right. (k-fans should know what i mean.)

other things that aggravate me:

• why are all then men so hot and all the girls so average looking?
• why are the girls too cute and all the men too perfect?
• why is it that all villains have redeeming factors so it's impossible to hate them?
• is it actually possible that a cake can be made from scratch in 15 minutes? if not, why are they made to order in this drama?
• what's with the koreans being dubbed over in mandarin and the taiwanese being dubbed over in korean? why? WHY?

sighhh feeling frustrated all of a sudden. korean drama hotties, why are you all too good to be true?

shall be all for today then.

SIGHHHHH.

have been trying to be good, hence spent my weekend watching all 16 episodes of fondant garden.

PARK JUNG MIN I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABIES. (just kidding zymmie.)

i know, i should be shot.

a truly unhealthy obsession.

happy raya celebrations everyone!

to all my muslim friends, please be on the look out for greedy little buggers going into random houses to collect money. they usually operate in groups, i am told.

hahaa told you i'd blog about this! (you know who you are ;])

on another note, have decided to abstain from alcohol the best i can. giving up an addiction is always painful, but i, genius that i am, have decided to simply replace it with something else.

namely:

DAFUQ?

he's prettier than i am! (and that's saying something.)

sighh.

let me.

seriously. can't stop.

surely someone else must have noticed!

where the fuck..

ARE HER EYEBROWS???

brave,

was awesome.

that is all.

she loved to watch the sun go down.

haven't been posting with pictures or videos because i have been too lazy to do so from the iPad.

on the playlist today:

bryan adams - please forgive me

bon jovi - always

ronan keating - when you say nothing at all

guns n roses - november rain

richard marx - hazard

sting and the police - every breath you take

aerosmith - i don't wanna miss a thing

toto - georgy porgy

booked tickets to BRAVE tomorrow. now hate the online booking system for shaw with a vengence. also, why are movie tickets in singapore so ridiculously expensive? seeing how the government wants to keep kids off cigarettes and alcohol, should they not be making other recreational activities cheaper? this only makes sense to me, apparently.

anyways. shame the boyfriend can't join us, but in general, can't wait!

i know. i know.

what with all the k-pop hype with the freshest wave by psy, i revisited my guilty pleasure.

it really irritates me how their legs go on forever, and they look so good in those stupid tiny shorts. it irritates me even more that i know i'll never look like that in a million years. also it grates my nerves that knowing full well that envy is the my worst enemy, i nit pick and find little flaws. but most of all i absolutely hate how i cannot stop watching them because they're SO FREAKING CUTE.

you may laugh.

The Olympics!

I shall never again watch the olympics. Well, never the table tennis tournaments at very least. As a Singaporean, it's really hard to say they're not throwing the matches just because they're foreign talent. And after that I feel like shit. It's hard to forget that they're people too. That they are as susceptible to pressure and fear as the rest of us.

Kind of wonder what it would feel like if I were in their position.

Mother and I were joking about us forming a mother-daughter team for synchronized swimming. I then said we should include my two younger sisters and she said no. When asked why, she said "Because you're as short and as pudgy as I am. OH OH WE CAN PRACTICE WITH CLOTHES PINS ON OUR NOSES."

I have never been so amused, mortified and offended in my life.

Really do have to lose weight.

Haven't been blogging the last few days as I have been really busy, and also because I have been leaving my laptop at the office for convenience's sake. It really is a horrible thing to lug around all the time when you're tired and hungry.

Watching a bantam match now on the telly (don't I sound so terribly English today?) and am wondering what the hell bantam is. What the fuck is bantam? Looks like boxing to me. Shall remember to google later.

As this remains the rantings of an extremely tired, uninteresting, average young lady, I shall refrain from too fancy a goodbye, as I'm too tired to care, and it's not like anyone reads this anyway. Ta!