Oh oh! And Topman Suntec has finally decided to have a decent sale yet again! Slippers (MY SIZE!) going for $6 and $9!! ...Must not... succumb... resist... temtations...

But i compromised and bought one of their cheesy tees again at $23, only to see the SAME design going for $19 yesterday! GDMFS! So I bought myself the nice cool berms that I've been eyeing for instead at $20! Was supposed to pay $24 (sale - original price: $59 i think) but told the cashier I was a member instead. Haha!

Well, my well-paying $12 per hour stint as a lego instructor for pri sch kids is finally over. Most of all, I kinda miss the money, now that I'm gonna embark on the internship which i dun even know whether I'd be paid or not. But most importantly, I realise that I really sincerely love kids. Maybe that's why i'm still like one most of the times. Their boundless energy and unending optimism never cease to amaze me. Some kid will come up to me every 5 minutes and say "Can we play computer games Mr Goh?" relentlessly; which was kinda irritating but in an endearing way, hoping that I would just for ONCE say 'yes'. Then it was also very interesting how u can almost be for certain which are the ones that would turn out becoming the heartbreakers and head turners, or the kind of scums-to-be that will prolly play rugby and have tons of money while being a total jackass.

At the same time, I totally experienced what it means to have a self-fulfilling prophecy. By resisting to modify and simplify the program i was suppose to implement for the kids to program, in the class that i thought was supposedly weaker, they ended up finishing faster than my allocated time and made me come up with extra added assignments for the just so that they need not finish class ahead of time.

Hmmn, I think I'm nice, and it feels totally great being that too.

Everyone I know would have sensed that by now I hate stupid people. Not the academically-stupid stupid kind, but rather those who doesn't think. Like sheep. (For that matter, christians/catholics or people of religious faith are not sheeps. People who follow what their pastors/priests say, take directions, inspirations/signs from them are sheeps. And once again, being inspired by god and being inspired by a sermon is 2 very different thing and difficult to distinguish. You're definitely not a sheep if you at least attempt to insightfully tell apart the two) Oh, and people who think stupid is a strong word generally aren't in my good books either - which doesn't really matter anyway.

So before I digress further, if you are not stupid, go watch <> as much as I did. It's just about as complete a movie experience as one can ever have so far. The film is not your normal arthouse bore nor nudistically-glorifying. The script is simple but extraordinary. In fact, I think it's extra-ordinarily extraodinary. The dialogue is real; plain if anything but not overly dramatic. At least to me. The cinematography is splendid. The music by Ryuchi Sakamoto is stunning. It's not a-good-song-good good, but rather essential to the film itself. I'm suspecting that 1/2 of the show's appeal is how the music element is so intrinsically incorporated into the film, at the same time critical to the whole general feel of the film. I've heard of R.Saka a looong time ago and heard of his genre-defying pieces, but I mean 'the last emperor' was an old film and the soundtrack didn't really struck a chord with me. Like the movie, the tunes are gentle, yet full of emotions. There's just something about it that you can't say, but you feel it somehow. To me, it's just sublime. Subtley beautiful.

So back to the film again. I watched it cos of the dynamics I've heard about from the press about an asian MAN and an ang moh, plus there wasn't anything else better on anyway, and I've yet to watch cheesy potter and spidey's not due til like next week or something.

So yeah. I dunno wtf did they have sex in the movie in the 1st place, but i suppose that's the closest to the 'loose sex' misconcept (concept to me, misconcept to everyone else) that I've been trying to iterate so far. Don't really wanna give away much of the plot, and there's really nothing really much to give away too, so I'll just leave it at that.

Not much of a review I'd say, but I seldom recommend movies, and when I do, it's because it's resonated a certain part of my heart.

So while we r at it, and before i forget - Films that I dared say I thoroughly enjoyed:
1) The 5th element (1997)
2) I Will Wait for You - Nian nian you jin ri (1994)
3) Dogville (2003)
4) Groundhog Day (1993)
5) Japanese Story (2003)
6) It Could Happen To You (1994)
7) Forget Paris (1995)

I'm sure there'd be more I missed out, but for now, these are the ones I can remember offhand.

I blew up my TV. Who'd have known that non-stop action from 11pm-11am for modern technology would turn out to be THAT disaterous? All we did was euro-cup, lots of xbox and ps2. Oh, and the booze too. I'm a binge drinker, and we totalled 1/2 a bottle of absolut and about 6-7 ah pek bottles of ah pek beer. I guess only a stupid idiot like me would invite your friends over so they could puke in YOUR toilet instead of someone elses. But it was alright lah. At least they cleaned up too! Gosh. I can still FEEL that beer flab round my handles right now. Yeargh!

Anyway, finally! The secret of my success!

Moo! (rd: holy cow!) Check out what they're teaching kids in the US these days... But surprisingly and luckily, it's quite a good, decent quiz that don't teach the kids all the wrong stuff though!

Time really flies when u r bumming huh. Was supposed to asked the guys over while I'm home alone for this WHOLE week but it's already Friday!!

Anyway, just caught 2/3rds of some inspirational PRC epic on channel 61 on cable depicting the pioneering of the nuclear bomb in china. Naturally like all mainland films (and all other hollywood epics) it's largely one-sided, but still, the indominable human spirit and propagandish hypnotic prowers to turn people into willing sheeps is just impressive. Most of the heroes featured in the movie and foreign to me, and the net is not helping much either, since it's all largely capitalistically-biased. Here's what I managed to dig out so far Not a word is said about the heroes, the scandals, the government red-tapes and political pressures in the report though. Nonetheless, the movie was thoroughly enjoyable!

My inspired thoughts, though totally irrelevant from what the show was trying to say: "When you've never tasted the bestest, your best will always be good enough."

Yay! Lousy Lakers lost! Unceremoniously too! If I may add! They simply broke down at the 3rd quarter and never recovered after losing their early huge lead. Seems like K. Malone's a real jinx! Well, this team ain't the Rockets, and Payton and Malone aint Barkley and Drexler.

Chauncey was the Finals MVP and I wished he'd gone back to the wolves man... Den they won't need to buy cassell, and cassell won't be injured, and then they'd go on and overpower the Lakers, and Pistons won't have anyone to run their offence, and the wolves would still be able to win it! Hahah!

Rite. Dream on. I know. Anyway, Euro 04 has been a MAJOR bore now. The 245 matches can't seem to sustain my interest and keep me awake. Not that I'd missed much. I hope it's not gonna be France's year. Dun think the Dutch nor the Ports have what it takes to go all the way. Go Swedes! Haa.. Somehow I love the norsemen.

Woah. Didn't know I had been abstaining from the comp for THAT long. Well, lemme see": thu was spent singing away, fri was off to the airport and Shrek 2 (FINALLY! Whoo Hoo!), sat was room bidding and sun was recovery from semi sleeping on the couch the night before and wow! It's the 14th already!

Anyway, I've just gotten like MY dream room of hall. Corner room with a balcony of my own (MINE! all mine!) and sea view with brightly lit skies and lotsa sunshine! It's always good to come back and get your own room, in case of last minute changes. So I guess I CAN try to stay on for another year since that place should be pretty cosy.

A potential breakdown -
Hall Choir: 6pts
aNUS Choir: 10pts
Hall Band?: 4-6pts?
Floor Rep?: 4pts
Some SMC bs?:4pts

...So the bottomline is, no matter how slack I try, I'd still have to join some shitty ad-hoc comms like Dnd or Dance. DANCE! Haha... I mean c'mon. No WAY am I building trashy sets anymore. I was already bumming away last yr! And now apparently Mr panda brand HB pencil doesn't wanna be head anymore, who's gonna head the making of all that masak masak? Boon? Hahaha... Now, THAT's a good one!

What are the odds? To paraphrase the cheesy local upcoming movie, "Everything's 50-50. Either you get it, or you don't." Out of 6, you eliminate 3. Or keep 3. Depending on your perspective. Whatever the case, I was part of the selected 3, thank goodness. So come 28th June, I'll be happily working at SGH til 23rd July. I don't even care if I get paid. I think this is really what I wanna do in life. Now that stupid condemned psych department has all but screwed up the whole undergrade program (they've already fucked up the grad program), this is my 2nd chance! Whoo hoo! I love ah tom-tom oh!

Oh, and the jude interviewer that passed me is called "Valerie", and the other younger but not so jude one that specialises with kids is called "Selena". Then there's the ultra young (rd:27-28) and not bad malaysian sweety-pie looking therapist that was introduced to us called "Melissa". I love them all! Haha! Plus on 2nd thoughts, the jude Madame V is in her late 30s-early 40s and not the late 20s-early 30s range that i placed her earlier. Nevertheless, I'm mesmerised by her! Her independence and intellectual grace and professional confidence, complemented by her evergreen elegance. And she's got 1 funky ring at the top of her earbone too!

Gosh! I'm getting attracted by older women more and more these days...

Finally! A better-balanced tribute for a handsome dead man.

Cameltoe Revisited!
Amidst the Miss Universe season, here's something that got 'featured' and brought to my attention.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

I am one who doesn't dream (yes, yes, it's a FACT that EVERYBODY dreams, but when you are one that doesn't remembers them, that's as good as saying you don't dream right? Don't be a sissyass and argue!). But this I just gotta note down.

I slept to the scene of a run down but spacious jail, yellow orchard and dustbitten are the walls with bits of rays streaming through the high barless cavity that you would consider a window. There I was sitting in a circle, together with a few people that I know: my nice army CO (that was from VJ too), some CPT ('mike') that I met while on course in army, my slightly looney aunt and ah lian cousin, Gail the babe (that I was the only one willing to admit that she's hot - of muslim/chinese parentage from NYGHS and one of the few in school decked in the swanky spongy long socks waay before ankle was in fashion) from commerce that I got to know while not taking AO chinese for the 1st 3 mth and some other faceless cast.

"So what's your story then?"
Ever ready to pounce on the chance to strike up a conversation with a pretty lass, I asked babe, all covered in a reddish maroon woollen sweater. To which she rattled on and I drifted away from her story, nodding in feigned understanding when I was in fact mesmerised by her subtle but everlasting beauty (sidetrack: in the dream of course. I haven't seen her in eons, though I've seen her then-school buddy every now and then).

Flashback to months earlier, to my room where I tore open some government letter addressed to me (inspired presumably by the Breadtalk voucher I received fashioned in a similar manner unopened in my room in real life) stating that I've violated certain tax laws.
...And that's my story for being thrown in there.

Fast forward to dinner, and we had quite a healthy feast (sumptuous by jail standards), and the character development now shifts to me instead. Wandering and taking a walk, I suddenly found myself OUT, by some freak loophole in security yet to be discovered. Up ahead on a hill with the prison was a hawker centRAL (the big kind like the ones @harbour front terminal and old airport road) and down below was the carpark. Soon I was in pok's black car and driving towards the border when I realised what deep shit I'm in.

Some reckless driving here and there and I finally detoured, only to discover that I've lost my way! The hawkers' still there but the jail's simply vanished! ...Either that or I'm just super bad on the road.

And it's to such confusion that I awoke in cool sweat. The amazing thing here was how it seemed as if I was MEANT to have a dream - maybe to have THIS dream. Nine plus (and primed by the boring GhostBusters2 on channel i) and I was engulfed suddenly by this overwhelming sense of fatigue and drowsiness. And I have ample sleep this hols - off to bed by 2 and up around 10. A nightmare or just another midsummer night's dream? Doesn't matter. I'm going back to sleep.

Aww, now isn't this awe inspiring. I have the strongest impulse to email this article to like the WHOLE psych dept in aNUS. Seems like most of them has forgotten about why they're doing what they're doing in the 1st place.

This Sternberg guy is like MY idol of the month! Ok well, last month, since the new one just started. Anyway, it's stuff like this that keeps you going on, know what i mean?

You know, sometimes I feel like a Liverpool fan: LOSER! Forever clinging on to that dream, that false hope, that flashes of brilliances that turn out to be something magical and carry on to win it all. But deep down you just know that the team you are rooting for ain't good enough. Better luck next year. Easier said than done! KG was like one of the few pioneering draft picks out of high school. That's like 17/18. He's now TWENTY EIGHT. How much more of high school energy can he maintain? The Ervin Johnson here is no 'magic' unlike his more famous namesake who was previously in - ironically - the Lakers. And even though he's pretty decent for an old guy and displayed exceptional selflessness (he once asked the coach to play some other young punk center instead of him cos that guy's better in that situation) As usual, the team that I'm rooting for has always displayed the same kind of consistency that they've shown throughout the season - they only play 3 quarters. Nobody lasts the distance come crunch time. Lucky charms don't work anymore. Just look at the Spurs and Robert Horry. I'll bet that guy has got more RINGS than 1/2 the no. of hall-of-famers.

I hate the Lakers. I hate their flashy facade atop their fancy display of (as much as I hate to admit it) fancy 'showtime' moves, their obnoxious fame/notoriority, their basketball (not even NBA) means LA-Lakers / the Chicago Bulls brand name, boring Shaquille O'Neal muscling people out of the post...

Right now, I just hate them for ending the season for the player that I support most.

Borders is having a Banana Yoshimoto book sale!! 3 for the price of 2! And they come in such cool, stylo minimalistic covers! I wanna get them all!!

...Right after I get a proper temp job.