I'm currently eating this delicious noodles mixed with a little gravy that looks suspiciously of liquified liver. In my room. On my bed. I'll be dead if my Dad sees me. Oh, and guess what, my Dad can cook food other than pasta. Chinese cuisine rocks.
If you thought this might be another long post on how nice food is, well guess again, I'm here to say that... erm. Oh dear, I can't remember what I wanted to say now. I bet this is the kind of thing people laugh at? Like how mr tan and ya chong was laughing at me just because I didn't play that slap-hand game. SO MEAN. Argh, and I'm still wondering WHY they were laughing. They kept on saying it just came so naturally........ Does mr tan keep a blog??
Anyway, maybe it's because of these kinds of things that I can get a super low self esteem. >< Argh, I'm in no mood to talk about this now. Lets talk about soccer.
I still don't see how a game can drive so many people worldwide crazy. Hey, monopoly was never this popular. And watching 22 sweaty men run across a green background just makes me think 'Of all the things people could be doing...' Like watching women play, hey, they look better than men. How come nobody airs the women's world cup?? Anyway, back to the point. Can someone, anyone, tell me whats so great about watching men run across a HUGE green pitch fighting over a little black and white ball? And they fight over that little ball so badly that they need someone to keep them in check.
Watching soccer doesn't exactly make you any more like whichever person you idolise in whichever team. At most it adds on the calories for being a couch potato. I don't know what else to say, I might as well eat chocolate to get me high, or a cold banana for that matter. [cold bananas are really good!! Everyone should try a cold banana!!]
Before I fall asleep, I shall say that street soccer is much more fun than soccer. And that I won't watch a single match except the finals, and maybe the semis. And Brazil's gotta win. Haha.
Even now, in the opening match, I can hear my brother jumping up and down outside my room. And I bet he doesn't even support whichever team who just scored a goal. And there's a simultaneous shout resonating from the opposite blocks of flats. Haiy.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Makeup and Masks
A little birdie reminded me of my blog... That I actually had one. >< Just kidding. Training is over for the week. Combine training was ahem-okay-cough my headache came back halfway and somehow, I don't feel the need to stretch [I did stretch a bit] but I think I'll regret it tomorrow.
Anyway, I was watching TV when I saw this commercial for 'Cabaret', this new play - If you haven't seen the commercial, I suggest you watch arts central more, arts central is good!! - and I was thinking that they all looked morbidly good. >< I don't know how to explain it, but they could put off some people and turn on others, with the heavy makeup and overthetop costumes. Maybe that's the whole thing about cabarets, but I wouldn't know, they quite fascinated me. [as in the people dancing about in the commercial, not cabarets, I'm still wondering what kind of thing cabarets are to have the wrath of the governments ban fall upon them.]
So while the whole commercial was being aired with it's bright garish colours and cutesy [well, not-so-cutesy] tune, my mom went 'Isn't that Fei Xiang?'
I was, 'Who's Fei Xiang?'
And she said some guy from taiwan or somewhere along those lines, anyway she said something about him, I can't really remember anymore.
Then I thought, there are so many times when people put personalities onto others and judge them, just like putting a mask onto someone else's face then interacting with that person, but always looking at only the mask. Or makeup, heavy makeup, in this case.
Just like what the buggers and the piggies said, lets read an excerpt from Xenocide [the third book in the Ender Saga by Orson Scott Card]
[We know our lovers with perfect understanding. [i]Humans[/i] invent an imaginary lover and put that mask over the face of the body in their bed.]
[That is the tragedy of language, my friend. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong.]
[That is the source of their misery]
This conversation was between two different alien species commenting on the strange way humans pair up. I recommend the Ender Saga to those who have not read it yet, it's really good.
Back to the point, I was saying..? Ah yes, I was saying how we put a mask on others faces right? So there have been so many times I've done that kind of thing, imagining somebody, to be someone who is different, and when I realise that they're different from what I thought them to be, I get a little shock, not enough to show on my face, but enough to make me wake up. Wake up from the little daydreams in my life. *sigh* I'm a hopeless dreamer.
'Don't judge a book by it's cover', well, we certainly make up our own covers, and then judge the book without reading it.
Anyway, I was watching TV when I saw this commercial for 'Cabaret', this new play - If you haven't seen the commercial, I suggest you watch arts central more, arts central is good!! - and I was thinking that they all looked morbidly good. >< I don't know how to explain it, but they could put off some people and turn on others, with the heavy makeup and overthetop costumes. Maybe that's the whole thing about cabarets, but I wouldn't know, they quite fascinated me. [as in the people dancing about in the commercial, not cabarets, I'm still wondering what kind of thing cabarets are to have the wrath of the governments ban fall upon them.]
So while the whole commercial was being aired with it's bright garish colours and cutesy [well, not-so-cutesy] tune, my mom went 'Isn't that Fei Xiang?'
I was, 'Who's Fei Xiang?'
And she said some guy from taiwan or somewhere along those lines, anyway she said something about him, I can't really remember anymore.
Then I thought, there are so many times when people put personalities onto others and judge them, just like putting a mask onto someone else's face then interacting with that person, but always looking at only the mask. Or makeup, heavy makeup, in this case.
Just like what the buggers and the piggies said, lets read an excerpt from Xenocide [the third book in the Ender Saga by Orson Scott Card]
[We know our lovers with perfect understanding. [i]Humans[/i] invent an imaginary lover and put that mask over the face of the body in their bed.]
[That is the tragedy of language, my friend. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong.]
[That is the source of their misery]
This conversation was between two different alien species commenting on the strange way humans pair up. I recommend the Ender Saga to those who have not read it yet, it's really good.
Back to the point, I was saying..? Ah yes, I was saying how we put a mask on others faces right? So there have been so many times I've done that kind of thing, imagining somebody, to be someone who is different, and when I realise that they're different from what I thought them to be, I get a little shock, not enough to show on my face, but enough to make me wake up. Wake up from the little daydreams in my life. *sigh* I'm a hopeless dreamer.
'Don't judge a book by it's cover', well, we certainly make up our own covers, and then judge the book without reading it.
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