the social experiment.

1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

oh wells. here's goes then!

1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?

Superman (Kryptonite) - 3 Doors Down

(i guess ill say 'if im alive and well, will you be there holding my hand'... how needy)

2.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Pretty Fly For A White Guy - The Offspring

(give it to me baby! hahaha i guess there's an spg in me afterall)

3.HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
What Am I To You - Norah Jones

(a lady needs to hear her affirmation of love every.single.day. oh yes she sure does.)

4.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
How Come You Don't Call Me - Alicia Keys

(to get my heart broken by scumbags? i think its the other way around. i break scumbags. and their balls for breakfast.)



5.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Good People - Jack Johnson

(how apt. i do complain alot about other people and how they are born with the sole purpose in life to fucking antagonise me. )

6.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
You Can Still Be Free - Savage Garden

(yes my dear friends. i know. I'm too young, gorgeous and simply fabulous to be tied down to one particular donkey named kahyat haha.)

7.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Turn Off The Lights - Nelly Furtado

(ooh one of my favourite songs! ah ha! I do think of my dear ole pops as very bohemian. and that he shouldn't act so tough tough tough... and yes he should follow me follow me down down down and see all my dreams dad! HAH!)

8.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Do What You Want - Black Eyed Peas

(uh-huh. i think and act on my primal instincts. fuck responsibility. live now, die later right?)



9.WHAT IS 2+2?
Susan 說 - David Tao

(a song about long distance and how love is purely illusory, sustained by our own imagination? i guess in love both sides dont always add up. and with our nature to merely see what we wanna see, who cares if the equation is never balanced? or maybe it's not supposed to?)

10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
She's The One - Robbie Williams

(what a perfect puuurrrrfect fit. we were young, we were free. and if there's somebody calling me on, mar's the one.)

11.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Savin' Me - Nickleback

there's my knight in air force ones, who's always there when i call, always watching my back and teaching me to be a better person ;)

12.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
I Left My Heart in San Francisco - Peggy Lee

my heart can never stay in one place, as i live and breathe just to travel the world.

13.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
It's Gettin Better (Man) - Oasis

(i dont honestly know for sure. but this is truly a wonderful sign isn't it?)


14.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Angel of Mine - Monica

(wow my itunes is freakin psychic. so freakish. kinda says it all huh?)

15.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
The Dark of The Matinee - Franz Ferdinand

AHAHAHA! my psychic itunes has done it again! dear dad knows his lil girl's not gonna be no rocket scientist, she's gonna be a starrrrr!!! or at least die trying. (and how i'll have a happy life, doing the things i like... so well sung.)

16.WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Star People - George Michael

(Yes all the beloved happy shiny people invited to my blessed nuptials, we're going D-I-S-C-O at ma wedding cos its a reason to party!)


17.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Insincere Because - The Dandy Warhols

(omigawd!!! have i said the word psychic a bajillion times by now? a song bout thanking people when its aaaalllll over, like over over. fuck me! GOOSEBUMPS ALERT!)


18.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Magics in the Makeup - No Doubt

(acting is all about faking it honey. like putting on a face. lovely.)

19.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

Today - Smashing Pumpkins

(my friends are like the smashing pumpkins, vintage. old and absolutely er, smashing.)

20.WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?

Driving to Heaven - Initial D Ost

(to die now without actually accomplishing anything, that would be a real tragedy.)



21.HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

(hit me baby one more time? i'll be a victim of domestic abuse or a SM session gone wrong? OMG! LEE KAH YAT! YOU NEED A SHRINK! PRONTO!)



22.WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
The Best of You - Foo Fighters

(to not give my best in any endeavour, and then live to regret it.)


23.WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Sunday - Sia

(whimsical music and beautiful cryptic verses about life's observations from a talented musician does bring a smile to my face.)

24.WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Lucky Star - Madonna

(a bit of a stretch here, but i guess if i had to wear what Madonna wore for this video in the 70s i'll prob shed tears of embarrassment. talk about fashion suicide. shudder!)

25.WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Hold My Hand - Hootie and the Blowfish

(awww. it's a sign that i'll probably go first, girls.)



26.WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Dear Lie - TLC

(oh damn. a tainted conscience is a terrible burden, but on the other hand, sometimes the truth is just too ugly to be revealed.)


27.DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Boy On A String - Jars of Clay

(yes there is one. and he is indeed always on a string, a shoe-string budget that is. oh woe is me.)



28.IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Invisible Man - 98 Degrees

(wow. the song itself is a blast of the past. i do love this song! hmmm i would treat some of the toads that i've dated as invisible idiots, so till this day I would never have to experience their toadiness in the first place. urgh.)

29.WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Without You - Mariah Carey

(Ken Leeeeee..... if libulibu douchoooo. yea that youtube clip's pretty damn painful to watch. HAHA)

30.WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
True Reflections - Dave Matthews Band

(well i would like to think that I've been a very honest girl so far!)

so now i tag MO, VIC, VERN, SAB!
and whoever who chanced upon this lil inane space of cyber laundry airing ;)

get crackin ladies!

the usual suspect said::

crossroads.

hello from kl!

besides sutffing my gut, the endless prowling of megamalls and shoe shopping to satiate the imelda in me, i also have on my hands plenty of goddamn time to think and reflect.
and i have been preoccupied with how my life will possibly alter in the most drastic fashion.
all in a mere matter of months

yes, the big G word is upon me.

Graduation.

as much as i bemoan about the trials and tribulations of an honours student struggling (more like pure neglect) with her school work, combined with teaching, artistic pursuits, house-keeping duties and domestic partnership. school has always been a safe haven from what they call the crazy big bad world on there.

in school, there's plenty of opportunities for us to screw up, to fuck around, to waste time and basically live irresponsibily.
its like a safety net for under-developed minds.
in school, it's alright to put enjoyment before hard work.
im pretty sure it doesn't work thast way in the so-called 'real world'

the gentle truth is, im actually pretty psyched for the next phase of this incredible journey we term as 'life'.

i'll be entering the workforce, attaining some sort of financial freedom and doing theatre seriously. niceee.

there are some pretty amazing things to look forward to. it will be the teeny little things that will put a fat grin on my face, despite the premeditated onslaught of financial burdens that will pile upon my scrawny shoulders.


i baffle myself.

this persistently 'half-empty' person is poised to look forward, right into the tough times ahead
gasp! i'm turning into an optimist!

speaking of lil things, here's some of the things that i have been thinking about for the longest time and honestly there's no better time to do them than the time when i don the silly graduate gown and toss the stupid-looking hat (what do you call those thingmajigs anyway?)

while we are all plagued with unescapable unemployment fears,
here's a list of what i'll definitely be up to post-graduation ;)

1. going on a kickass graduation trip (gotta choose between volunteer work in india or japan, backpacking in tibet/china/nepal, or visiting folks in gorgeous mauritius. exciting-ness!
2. moving home (its good to be able to see my dad everyday)
3. getting cable (it's like i've been stuck in prehistoric times all this while...)
4. officially cohabitating with ky (and possible compelling him to make an honest woman out of me?)
5. adopt a dog which really needs a home (don't groan mo! i CAN do this!)
   

there's probably more but oh well, enough of this candidness on a very public virtual space.

home on friday! and steamboat on sat evening at my place, bitches!

the crazies go hk. hah.


and this is g peacing outttt.


listening to:
tuts my barreh (tone-deaf diva wannabe korean dude on youtube)

chhh-chhh-chhheck it out. omg its HIGH-larious.



OMGGGG. LOVES IT. JUST LOVES IT.

the usual suspect said::

big bang mania

catchy catchy!
its such a happy song ;)

and the rapper with the eyeliner and snakey eyes is absolutely droolsome.

yum yum.

KOREA I MISS YOU!



sunset glow- big bang

the usual suspect said::

happy birthday mo :)

the usual suspect said::

taken from BBC News Online

'My life cleaning Delhi's sewers'

India may be spending billions on its high tech space programme but its spending on sewers is decidedly low tech and deadly, reports the BBC's Rupa Jha.



I live smelling death, but it is fine. - Rewa Ram, sewer worker

I will never forget the sight of that thin short man, wearing nothing but cotton underpants, strapped into a harness arrangement, disappearing down into a dark manhole beneath the streets of my home city.
The diameter of the hole was so small that he bruised himself while slipping down.
Inside was a dark well, full of sewage, with giant cockroaches sticking to the wall.
Before he climbed in I asked him his name. I was really surprised when he answered flamboyantly, "Rewa Ram - Son of Khanjan."

I thought: "He must be educated, seems to speak some English." But when I asked him, he said: "No. I'm a complete illiterate."
When I looked down that hole into the drains of Delhi, the smell was overwhelming. Down below, he was coughing, trying hard to keep breathing.
He was struggling to clear a blockage with his bare hands.
Dizzying smell
All of a sudden, a pipe protruding into the drain above his head started spewing out water and human faeces that poured over his body.

I began to feel dizzy just looking down into this mess.
My nostrils were filled with that obnoxious smell, a bit like of rotten eggs. I wanted to vomit. I felt weak and wanted to run away from the smell.
I was born and brought up in India and for the past 15 years I have lived in Delhi, the capital city of one of the world's most rapidly growing economies. I am a member of the growing, upwardly mobile middle class.

I suppose I represent the "roaring Tiger" India, but I am regularly shocked and surprised when I see the struggle for dignity that so many face here.
Literally beneath the glitter of the big city lies a vast network of these dark drains, where so many Rewa Rams are struggling with toxic gases and human waste. They suffer disease and discrimination in return for cleaning the city's sewage system.

Deadly job
Rewa Ram is just one of thousands of sanitation workers in India who work hard to keep the cities, towns and villages clean.
Most of them come from the community of lower caste Dalits as they are known, or untouchables.
Health experts working in the field told me most of these workers would die before their retirement because of the poor health and safety conditions they work in. Their life expectancy is thought to be around 10 years less than the national average.

Activists ask why India spends so much on space and so little on sewers
Dr Ashish Mittal, an occupational health consultant, did a survey of the working conditions of sewage workers.
He told me most of the workers suffer from chronic diseases, respiratory problems, skin disorders and allergies. He said they are constantly troubled by headaches and eye infections. I am not surprised.
Rewa Ram was pulled out when he started feeling dizzy from the toxic fumes in the manhole.
They were thick with a mixture of methane and hydrogen sulphide, both considered potentially fatal by the health experts.
He needed water to clean himself, just a splash on his face could have made him feel better.
His colleagues started banging on doors of the rich neighbourhood where he was working. Nobody opened their gate.

Ancient sewers
Human rights activists and trade unionists I have talked to ask a simple question. If the government of India can spend billions on its space programme, if Delhi can reach all its targets for the beautification of the city in time for the 2010 Commonwealth Games, including an underground train system, then why can't the sewage system be modernised?
Why does it still rely on sending practically naked men down below the streets to clear the drains with their bare hands, being exposed to noxious gases which could take them to a premature grave?

India's economy is growing rapidly, but not all are feeling the benefits
I put these questions to the authorities.
The reply? "We are trying our best."
It did not really feel good enough after what I had seen.
The law courts have passed several orders banning human beings from going into the sewage system unless it is an emergency.
In Delhi it looks as if every day is an emergency in the sewers.

Smell of death
I asked Rewa Ram, still breathless and covered with the sewage from the drain: "How do you feel about having to do this work?"
With folded arms, he replied: "I am not educated, I come from a very poor family of untouchables. What else can I expect?
"At least I have a government job and I am able to feed my children. I get into this hell everyday but then this is my job.
"I live smelling death, but it is fine."

But is it fine? Why should he expect so little just because he comes from a lower caste and is not educated?
How can our so-called civil society be so indifferent to the millions like him?
I, for one, am left feeling guilty.

***

omg. this makes my previous post on sue the shoe so fucking frivolous and reeking of ignorant first-world vanity.

sometimes we have to stop and stare at the person in the mirror.

there is nothing wrong with coverting beautiful things.
but really the question is, what does it do to us when we have quelled our burning desires?

we can't all be mothers theresas.
humanity is certainly not on a equal plane but time to time we are capable of evoking empathy and feelings of compassion.
but then again, how much are these feelings worth?
how often are they translated into action?

sample question: would you spend 6 bucks at starbucks or would you give it to charity and not have your coffee of the day?

i think its a moral crack we all fall into, we can;t help it.
life's finest on one hand and philanthrophy on the other.
i know i can;t just go pick a side and spread my picnic sheet.

is there even such a thing as a balance between the two?

the system is flawed.
i cant live without my materialistics indulgences, yet a shopping trip might just as well equate a may-jah guilt trip!

A classic case study:
quote dad and ky - ' do you really need 80 pairs of shoes?'

my inner voice - ohhhhhhhhh fuck. i know i dont NEED 80 pairs of shoes.
but in my guesstimation i might have amassed just that many.

*cue involuntary shudder*


omg the burning moral dilemma!
i know i cant self-justify myself out of this one.
can we all?



listening to:
lady gaga - love games

















the usual suspect said::

so this is what it's like to be in love.




meet the sue shoe by jeffrey campbell
www.karmaloop.com

hello sue. oh, it was love at first sight.


Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. - St. Augustine

darling sue, i am going crazy over you.
i made up my mind, i have to have you.
i dont think i can ever be apart from you, my feet lefty and righty are screamin for you to come mortify their flesh with blisters and arching
i cannot promise you eternal passion as another shoe will come along and steal my affections.
but right now, nothing feels more right than plunging myself right into your sanctum of welcoming warmth.
so sue, why are you so stubborn on keeping us apart with your US120 price tag?





HAPPY CHINESE VALENTINE'S* EVERYONE!
*chap gor mei - traditional match-making day on the last day of CNY




and yay to no more gong xi gong xi songs. hate 'em.
FOB tomorrow!




the usual suspect said::

turn back the hands of time.


my all girls prom.
ps: where are you now ho jin yao?


mo, i am publicly demanding some quality bff time.




sun+moon+sand+sea+tanning oil. i remember that.






listening to: don't stop till you get enough - michael jackson

the usual suspect said::

pop culture = endless referencing

so much so as time chugs on like a relentless bullet train, the youth of today miss out these purposeful and most of the time, very intentional nuances

we often end up give contemporary artists more credit than they deserve, mistaking the heralding acts of tribute for artistic ingenuity.

here's one of my all time favourite dance video.

michael jackson was so so awesome!
classic stuff.

the king of pop's thriller



then look at the mass dance scene at the very end of the vid


backside's back, alright!

check out the backup riff from this amazing live performance of gotta be startin something by the king again


and current pop princess/gucci girl rihanna's please dont stop the music


FAMILIAR MUCH???



currently listening to:
michael jackson's thriller, the world's best selling album OF ALL TIME.

the usual suspect said::

gracie lou freebush
miss artful dodger
1986
st.nicks/cjc/nus theatre studies
//
Let each man exercise the art he knows.
Aristophanes

The drama is not dead but liveth
and contains the germs of better things.
-william archer

• mar
• sab
• vic
• vern
• cole
• e*an
• isaac
• bryanboy
• thesuperficial
• thesartorialist
• perez hilton
• sea of shoes
• karlascloset
• anonymousworks/

is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
-queen

skin by lomographylove[:
inspiration: 001