Archive for May, 2005


Spectacular, Star War Is!

Oh, wow, all the hype about Star Wars is true then!

So, *cough*, the last Star Wars movie, the end of the beginning, was my *cough* very first Star Wars movie. Yes, folks, I was a Star Wars virgin before last night. I think my mother brought my brother and I to the first one before, but I was too young to remember. I saw flashes of it on TV before, but never sat down to watch a whole movie proper.

As my treat to Pat, I bought us the best seats in the best theatre, GV Grand at Great World, making sure we had the omnimax floor-to-ceiling screen with stadium seating (most of the other theatres in SG have crummy li’ll screens). But I was all caught up in the movie just as much. And I wasn’t even a Star Wars fan! Oh, I loved it all, the characters, the dialogue, the graphics, even the much warned about love scenes were tolerable. I especially love the old-school way of transiting from scene to scene. The birth of Darth Vadar, Luke and Leia was unforgettable.

My ultimate favorite, Yoda is. Unsurprising, given my interest in zen philosophy. He will be featured prominently on my sidebar ‘Words’ section.

"Do or do not, there’s no try" 

so cute, so powerful! 

Cheap Books for Cheap kellykelly?

I’m done with Bukowski’s Women. Highly recommended. Absolutely hilarious, and be warned, many cold showers or a willing partner required. Will be posting favorite quotes up soon. 

We headed to Borders yesterday, praying that they’d be stocked with Bukowskies. Hurrah! They were! Boo! They each cost about 30 friggin’ dollars. I bought Factotum just to tide me through. I plan to kill the novels first before I go on to the collections of poems and stories. But if I wanna load up on the Bukowskies, it’s gonna burn a hole in my tiny pocket. I couldn’t find any at the library (I think Woodlands has them, but I can’t be bothered to go all the way there). Plus, I would want my own Bukowski to ravage through. The more I love a book, the more fucked up they look because they’d be filled with scrawls and underlining. Pat borrowed Women and Post Office from a friend, so I couldn’t mark out passages I loved, hence, Women is currently disfigured with post-its. Quite annoying that I couldn’t write on it.

Wherefore art cheapie bookstores in Singapore?? I used to love Sunny Bookstore, but is it just me or are their prices ridiculously high these days? The "second hand" bookstores in Singapore are actually "rental" bookstores. You pay almost full price for the used book, and only get the ‘discount’, the portion of your money back, when you return it. Which makes it not very worth it to buy a used book. I’ve heard you can get cheap books at flea markets, but to get a book you want to read at a certain point of time, flea markets don’t come often enough. I need a library of books to devour. SF and Berkeley are gloriously filled with cheapie bookstores. Moe’s Books…ohhh I miss Moe’s books! I got all my Tolstoy fix for less than 5 bucks a piece. If anyone can tell me where I can find an SG equivalent, much appreciation!

Really, 30 bucks (US$18) ain’t too much to pay for hours and hours of entertainment (we pay $7.50 for a movie ticket for 2 hours of entertainment…sometimes non-entertainment…some even spend $1,400 on one bag. geezus. talk about different pocket sizes & interests. I’m bitching about paying 30 dollars for a book). It’s just my cheap-ass thinking I could buy it for 5 bucks used at some lovely ghetto used bookstore in East Village, NYC or at Telegraph Ave, Berkeley…both of which we’re gonna be visiting reeeeal soon in August! The Chansidines are gonna be loadin’ up.

Singapore Club Scene

Group consensus decided that we head down to DXO last night to check out Stephane K. Hesitation only at the possibility of having to pay $24 (BAULK! BAULK!) to get in, but went in faith that Pat could work his magic somehow or other. Indeedy, manager recognised Patrick (thank the lord for magical crazy hair) and waived all of our cover charges. Hurrah! It was almost 1am when we got in, and the place was completely empty. It was so sad, sad, sad. Stephane K was really really good, technically and choice of songs…but there was nobody on the dancefloor at 1am. Absolutely asinine, sinful. We felt so bad for him, top-notch DJ with no crowd, and everyone else were just cowering at the sidelines. It was almost rude, only because his music was solid. So we danced and danced, almost 15 of us in the crew. Only then did some in the sidelines join us on the dancefloor.

While we enjoyed the space that was non-existent with the swarm of people showing up at Boy George, the vibe was just lacking, and we left after a couple of hours to check out Aldrin’s ONE party at Zouk. The place was blowing up. Place was packed and people were going crazy (good set, Aldrin!). I left earlier than the rest, at about 4am, too tired. Then I read today that after I left, my boyfriend spent the rest of the time entertaining himself by trying to get my gay friend laid. I-am-not-responsible-for-his-actions! Still, I apologize on his behalf.

I digress. Point was, hopping from DXO to ONE at Zouk, both with good music but with vastly different crowds, I wonder about the magic of marketing. Club managers are in an unenviable position. Especially for the fickle and unpredictable clubbing crowd. I like DXO, despite my previous mocking about their write-ups. Their service has always been very good, the space is nice (better lighting would help), and management friendly and open to feedback. They are new, compared to mainstays like Zouk. The managers we spoke to said they were still new and will gain more ground. I hope they’ll make it, because with line ups like Boy George, Stephane K, Johnny Fiasco, Dirty Vegas, and Kid Koala, I’ll be there.

The clubbing community is split between 4 camps: (1) Zouk is the one and only best!; (2) We need more competition for Zouk; (3) Zouk? What Zouk? I just want free-flow and bump-n-grind some drunk chickies!; (4) Scene? What scene? Clubbing in Singapore SUCKS ASS! I’m a fan of Zouk, obviously, because they bring in music I like and they manage the club very professionally and very well (in MY experience, I know others have had otherwise, but I don’t speak for them). But I would like more variety of places to go to as well. However, our club scene is fundamentally restricted in its mindset–that only big named sooperclubs can and will survive. Otherwise, just stick with the cheesy Mohd Sultan clubbing market already saturating our scene, i.e. play crappy music and give free flow to get people trashed, resulting in horrible pick-up scene with clueless dumb-asses.

I am wishing for the impossible, that I can map the club scene in San Francisco that I thoroughly enjoyed, in Singapore. Don’t get me wrong, SF had loads of crappy places too (North Beach). But the niche markets were more than well catered for. Niche markets are pretty neglected here. I don’t know much about other niche genres like DnB, Garage, Indie, etc, so I can’t speak for what that scene is like in S’pore (non-existent, I’ve heard). But we could start with baby steps…maybe start with small happy hour parties like Qool has at 111 Minna, have local DJs (low-cost to club owners, support the local scene…) play one hour sets of various genres each 6-10pm on a Wednesday (mid-week, good time, for people that DON’T go Mambo nights…*shudder*), working around times for people with 9-6 jobs.

But who am I to say what? I’m a clubber, not an owner.

Madagascar

*spoiler alert* (as with all my movie reviews)

Caught Madagascar last night. It’s not as wonderfully entertaining as I thought The Incredibles or Shrek or Toy Story (1) were. It sits in the 2nd league of animated movies, e.g. shark tale well-done but forgettable (Finding Nemo is in between 1st and 2nd league). I will say though, the animation in this film is truly spectacular. The details on the lion’s mane, the water, the foliage…absolutely stunning…they have definitely come a long way from Toy Story in terms of technology.

The first part of the movie was boring. Weird as it sounds, there was no chemistry between the lion (Ben Stiller) and the zebra (Chris Rock) at all. The fun started when we saw the lemurs in Madagascar. Sacha Baron Cohen stole the show for me. Absolutely hilarious. He and Cedric the Entertainer had the chemistry that was unfortunately lacking in the main characters. I wish they had cut down on the NYC cracks, and focused the story more on the natural balance in the eco-system in Madagascar. The scene with What a Wonderful World playing in the background was very very good.

Will The Real Mao Please Stand Up?

Wow. Book alert! New book, Mao: The Unknown Story, by Jung Chang (and her husband this time). 

Jung Chang and her husband Jon Halliday conclude: "Mao…was a megalomaniac of unremitting evil".The Economist claims theirs is likely more an unbalanced story than history. Having read ‘Chinese Village, Socialist State‘, and learning about the atrocities (like, say, gee…promoting a human policy-induced famine that killed about 25 million souls??) from the party he led, "unremitting evil" seems just about right.

If "all of this is written with the same deft hand that enlivened Ms Chang’s 1991 memoir, “Wild Swans” ", I’d buy this book right away, because ‘Wild Swans‘ remains one of my favorites, and was the first spark that surged my interest in China. It led me to do a 2nd major in Berkley, Polical Economy with area of concentration on China. This was despite my prior secondary distaste for all things China given my previous struggles with Chinese, the bête noir of all 12 years of my Singapore education (any other subject, maths, science, lit, history, I aced, but I just couldn’t ace Chinese because I was a bloody banana… blame the parents! They didn’t speak Chinese!). I went on to travel to China on an amazing summer program in 2002, and take a whole bunch of classes on China to fulfil my major. I was further inspired to brush up on my Chinese after I realized my blond blue eyed friend spoke better Chinese than I did. sigh.

Sadly, I don’t seem to get the chance to speak Chinese in Singapore currently, even though I really want to (the irony! I always felt like I was forced to speak it at school). My family, most of my friends, and obviously my boyfriend speak English. The terrible Singlish Chinese that I use with and hear from my mandarin speaking friends, taxi drivers and food stall owners doesn’t count. My only source of Good Mandarin from which I truly want to learn from, is the Beijing La Mian store on Circular Road where the store owners and helpers are mostly mainland Chinese, barely speak English, and speak in the most delightful sounding Mandarin (not the super harsh Beijing qiang type)…that I wanna learn from and practice with.  Would love to do an immersion program in China or Taiwan for a few months.

mao mao mao mao mao

Moi?

Wah lau…call me a "third world plunderer"??? Ok lah, I go to other southeast asia countries to look see and probably add my bit to the cultural decay with my tourism…but I never plunder what!!! In your harem somemore. Don’t like that lah. Even "anti-American Zoukette" sounds better.

Bukowski – Women

Yo! Ladies! Here’s a great pick up line for ya!

"I want to fuck you," she said. "It’s your face."
"What about my face?"
"It’s magnificent. I want to destroy your face with my cunt." 

– Bukowski, Women

I love you, Bukowski!

He got me into trouble today. I broke out into a laughing fit while reading this while waiting for the traffic light to turn at Raffles Place. And I couldn’t stop laughing. And I was alone. I hate it when that happens when I’m alone. It’s quite painful trying to stop. Which makes me laugh even harder like a bloody seow char bor.  

The Eternal Compromise

Yes, yes, TV is poison, and I really hardly watch it. But darn it, I really really wanna watch the American Idol finals on now. The repeat telecast is on too late.

But the Champions League is on at the bloody same time. It’s a repeat telecast, but Patrick has to great lengths avoiding newscasts, newspapers, news sites that could even leak the score, a difficult task working all day in Raffles Place, so he can watch it as if it was live.  

So guess what’s on TV now?  emoticon 

sigh. I really don’t know how to pussy-whip my man. I should take lessons from that big fat hairy pussy that’s got him wrapped round his paw. But there are times, I know, where a woman has to step back…and the Champions League is one of those times.

hmph. I’m going to read Bukowski… 

Bukowski Beats – The Secret

"Yes, the poems come "off the top of my head," I seldom know what I’m going to write when I sit down. There isn’t much agony and sweat of the human spirit involved in doing it. The writing’s easy, it’s the living that is sometimes difficult. "


"There’s too much bad poetry being written today. People just don’t know how to write down a simple easy line. It’s difficult for them; it’s like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning – not many can do it. Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem. And it comes out the way they think a poem should be. Take a cat. He doesn’t think, well, now I’m cat and I’m going to kill this bird. He just does it."

don't try

Bukowski Beats – Wearing the collar

very cute. sometimes I feel like the dog too.

wearing the collar

I live with a lady and four cats
and some days we all get
along.

some days I have trouble with
one of the
cats.

other days I have trouble with
two of the
cats.

other days,
three.

some days I have trouble with
all four of the
cats

and the
lady:

ten eyes looking at me
as if I was a dog.