Who got Leo and Kenneth to kiss mouth-to-mouth for your gate-crashing, and having such a wonderful wedding dinner.
Here's wishing you both nothing less than bliss together!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen
Save money - reuse a movie poster.
*Spoiler alert
So we went for our free movie yesterday (tickets provided by Lazy's boss, who got it in some car promotion, but did not want to go) right after someone came to view my bike (that I don't really want to talk about because frankly, $6k for my Boreas is something of an insult).
Seemed like everyone else had caught Transformers before we did. I actually didn't believe them when they said it was better than the first, seeing as how good the first one already was. Suddenly, a whole bunch of people in my friends' list became fans of Megan Fox. I think it was because of the slow-mo' run akin to Baywatch where she went doink-doink-doink, then falling down and squashing her hooters, pulling her top dangerously low.
Anyways, it was real good. It really was better than the first Transformers movie, which was saying a lot because it got the attention of a non-fan like me. I didn't watch the original cartoons and I didn't even know about the blue-eyes-good-red-eyes-bad thing until I watched the first one and Lazy explained it to me.
I can actually use three seperate words to describe this sequel.
Action (of course)
Artistic
And a hint of cheeky
The first movie got a bit confusing when the machines started fighting and you didn't know who was who. This one had a lot of ultracool slow-mo effects SHOWING you how the autobots killed the megabots.
I absolutely loved how our favourite machines first appear in the movie. They made super grand, super majestic entrances, each old favourite tugging at our heartstrings and each new entree (eg. the motorcycles) awing us. There was also the element of danger with the inclusion of two megabots who "defected" to the good side.
And there's the cheeky part where the little megabot turned autobot and went "Who's your little autobot?" and started humping Megan Fox's leg. Also, they took it one step further and gave the super megabot (I have no idea what that thing is called, its made up of different megabots), wait for it, iron balls. That hung from its crotch and clanged. It was unexpectedly hilarious.
I had my eyes wide open the entire show. We watched the movie at Cathay Grand, where the surround sound effects kept us on our seats the whole time. When the bombs were going off behind Shia Lebouf and Megan Fox, you actually felt the dull thud resonating in your chest, as if a real bomb went off somewhere nearby. I think it was only at the Cathay Grand that we could feel this.
And the perfect icing on the 2009-movie-cake-of-perfection, was Tyrese Gibson.
Baby Boy.
If you want to see perfection in chocolate, Tyrese Gibson is the answer. Doesn't really help that you can see his ass in an already censored version of Baby Boy (playing on HBO, usually in the middle of the night for some reason)
Now, perfection comes in army uniform (I have something of a fetish for army-clad men). Double perfection, tripled with the perfect 2008 action movie of the year. I think I can die happy now.
*sighs contentedly*
Save money - reuse a movie poster.
*Spoiler alert
So we went for our free movie yesterday (tickets provided by Lazy's boss, who got it in some car promotion, but did not want to go) right after someone came to view my bike (that I don't really want to talk about because frankly, $6k for my Boreas is something of an insult).
Seemed like everyone else had caught Transformers before we did. I actually didn't believe them when they said it was better than the first, seeing as how good the first one already was. Suddenly, a whole bunch of people in my friends' list became fans of Megan Fox. I think it was because of the slow-mo' run akin to Baywatch where she went doink-doink-doink, then falling down and squashing her hooters, pulling her top dangerously low.
Anyways, it was real good. It really was better than the first Transformers movie, which was saying a lot because it got the attention of a non-fan like me. I didn't watch the original cartoons and I didn't even know about the blue-eyes-good-red-eyes-bad thing until I watched the first one and Lazy explained it to me.
I can actually use three seperate words to describe this sequel.
Action (of course)
Artistic
And a hint of cheeky
The first movie got a bit confusing when the machines started fighting and you didn't know who was who. This one had a lot of ultracool slow-mo effects SHOWING you how the autobots killed the megabots.
I absolutely loved how our favourite machines first appear in the movie. They made super grand, super majestic entrances, each old favourite tugging at our heartstrings and each new entree (eg. the motorcycles) awing us. There was also the element of danger with the inclusion of two megabots who "defected" to the good side.
And there's the cheeky part where the little megabot turned autobot and went "Who's your little autobot?" and started humping Megan Fox's leg. Also, they took it one step further and gave the super megabot (I have no idea what that thing is called, its made up of different megabots), wait for it, iron balls. That hung from its crotch and clanged. It was unexpectedly hilarious.
I had my eyes wide open the entire show. We watched the movie at Cathay Grand, where the surround sound effects kept us on our seats the whole time. When the bombs were going off behind Shia Lebouf and Megan Fox, you actually felt the dull thud resonating in your chest, as if a real bomb went off somewhere nearby. I think it was only at the Cathay Grand that we could feel this.
And the perfect icing on the 2009-movie-cake-of-perfection, was Tyrese Gibson.
Baby Boy.
If you want to see perfection in chocolate, Tyrese Gibson is the answer. Doesn't really help that you can see his ass in an already censored version of Baby Boy (playing on HBO, usually in the middle of the night for some reason)
Now, perfection comes in army uniform (I have something of a fetish for army-clad men). Double perfection, tripled with the perfect 2008 action movie of the year. I think I can die happy now.
*sighs contentedly*
Monday, June 22, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Ever Wondered How Old Hokkien People Have Sex?
Random Squawk: I am such a dirty, dirty girl.
*grunts*
"Eh, ai lai liao, ai lai liao." Eh, I'm coming, I'm coming.
"Ho liao buey?" Are you done?
"Dan ze dan ze, ai ho liao." Wait wait, almost done.
"Kin leh, wa ba liao." Hurry up, I'm numb.
*grunts some more*
"Ho liao." Done.
*rolls over and sleep*
Makes you wonder. How do the Hokkien women of old react during sex?
Random Squawk: I am such a dirty, dirty girl.
*grunts*
"Eh, ai lai liao, ai lai liao." Eh, I'm coming, I'm coming.
"Ho liao buey?" Are you done?
"Dan ze dan ze, ai ho liao." Wait wait, almost done.
"Kin leh, wa ba liao." Hurry up, I'm numb.
*grunts some more*
"Ho liao." Done.
*rolls over and sleep*
Makes you wonder. How do the Hokkien women of old react during sex?
Saturday, June 13, 2009
You
You can't resist a good reason to see him alone without me, to touch him right?
You know what? Go ahead. Take it as my pity for you, I allow you to touch him.
But only for tonight. Because I think closet-homos are quite poor things, having to scamper and hide like rats in the sewer because they don't want people to know that they're homos. Come out into the open, lah, nobody will laugh at you. We're an open society now.
Even he finds you disgusting.
You can't resist a good reason to see him alone without me, to touch him right?
You know what? Go ahead. Take it as my pity for you, I allow you to touch him.
But only for tonight. Because I think closet-homos are quite poor things, having to scamper and hide like rats in the sewer because they don't want people to know that they're homos. Come out into the open, lah, nobody will laugh at you. We're an open society now.
Even he finds you disgusting.
Monday, June 08, 2009
几米
Note: This is a Chinese-heavy post. But if you're interested, Jimmy's books are now available in other languages. It takes out some of the magic, but you'll get the gist of it. Also, I think only the Chinese version is available in Singapore now, so you'll have to get it off the net for English.
So I was at Ms Linda's house yesterday and while they were playing bridge, I got caught on a Discovery Channel special called Portraits Taiwan, which featured Taiwan's renowned artist, Jimmy.
It showed his life, and his work. I've already read his books (Cudas is a huge fan, she has all his works), but I was itching to get my hands on them again.
I took out his Beautiful Solitude (又寂寞又美好) and The Moments (照相本子) to read today.
Let me share some of the magic with you. From The Moments:
The translation (for all you Chinese-cannot-read-Chinese people, *ahem*Lazy*ahem*Botak*ahem*June*ahem*etc*) goes something like this:
"We agreed to meet at our usual place, I waited the whole afternoon, but you didn't appear.
Somehow I did not feel especially sorrowful.
I just nonchalently stared at the corner of the street where you are used to coming from.
Thinking about the past, the sweetness is no longer sweet, sadness is not longer sad.
Do you still remember the kitten we picked up, Kiki? That whole afternoon it was accompanying me.
Until I decided to fully give up, it jumped into the trees behind me, and disappeared."
It kind of loses its magic once his words get translated. Learn Chinese, lah.
On the facing page is a close up of the doggie.
"I always hoped that someone somewhere was waiting for me...
You too hope that somewhere someone is waiting for you..."
Most of his works in this book is out of the blue. He just adds a title, a watercolour painting that he does himself and jumps straight in, pulling you behind. It hooks you from the gut and jerks you right into the picture and right into how he's feeling at that point of time when he's drawing the picture.
His art reflects himself, and how he feels. Which is why the following pieces, from Beautiful Solitude, makes me want to cry.
"Febuary seventeen Weather is wet and dark
In such a sorrowful time,
She tried hard to remember,
Tried to fully reiterate,
She loved when she was young
A poem."
We just hug,
We only know how to hug,
But hugs are hard to last.
Only through strength of death,
Can we forever be hugging together."
Note: This is a Chinese-heavy post. But if you're interested, Jimmy's books are now available in other languages. It takes out some of the magic, but you'll get the gist of it. Also, I think only the Chinese version is available in Singapore now, so you'll have to get it off the net for English.
So I was at Ms Linda's house yesterday and while they were playing bridge, I got caught on a Discovery Channel special called Portraits Taiwan, which featured Taiwan's renowned artist, Jimmy.
It showed his life, and his work. I've already read his books (Cudas is a huge fan, she has all his works), but I was itching to get my hands on them again.
I took out his Beautiful Solitude (又寂寞又美好) and The Moments (照相本子) to read today.
Let me share some of the magic with you. From The Moments:
The translation (for all you Chinese-cannot-read-Chinese people, *ahem*Lazy*ahem*Botak*ahem*June*ahem*etc*) goes something like this:
"We agreed to meet at our usual place, I waited the whole afternoon, but you didn't appear.
Somehow I did not feel especially sorrowful.
I just nonchalently stared at the corner of the street where you are used to coming from.
Thinking about the past, the sweetness is no longer sweet, sadness is not longer sad.
Do you still remember the kitten we picked up, Kiki? That whole afternoon it was accompanying me.
Until I decided to fully give up, it jumped into the trees behind me, and disappeared."
It kind of loses its magic once his words get translated. Learn Chinese, lah.
On the facing page is a close up of the doggie.
"I always hoped that someone somewhere was waiting for me...
You too hope that somewhere someone is waiting for you..."
Most of his works in this book is out of the blue. He just adds a title, a watercolour painting that he does himself and jumps straight in, pulling you behind. It hooks you from the gut and jerks you right into the picture and right into how he's feeling at that point of time when he's drawing the picture.
His art reflects himself, and how he feels. Which is why the following pieces, from Beautiful Solitude, makes me want to cry.
"Febuary seventeen Weather is wet and dark
In such a sorrowful time,
She tried hard to remember,
Tried to fully reiterate,
She loved when she was young
A poem."
And the next one drives me nuts.
"March thirty-first Weather is clear
We just hug,
We only know how to hug,
But hugs are hard to last.
Only through strength of death,
Can we forever be hugging together."
But you still have to know the why. Beautiful solitude was produced after he was diagnosed with brain cancer/leukemia/something life-threatening, and so his paintings became dull and grey, just like how he was feeling inside. The picture above signify himself, his wife and his little girl, hugging together.
So for all the artists in you, get Jimmy's books. There's quite a collection, some happy, some sad. They're good for children because they're colourful and drives wild a child's imagination, and thought-provoking for adults too.
Buy buy buy!
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