Little Ball Is Now Little Boy





We recently took up badminton. I don't like badminton all that much (don't get me wrong, I like it, just not THAT much), but Lazy feels obliged to join his friend in the game, so I went along, but I seriously hope that this doesn't last long because 1) When you get forced to do something long enough, you start hating it. And 2) I don't want to spend my weekends doing things I don't like doing. This feels like early 2006 all over again.

Aaaaanyway, because of a miscommunication last week that I'd like to bitch about (if you haven't noticed, I'm in a pissy mood right now) but for the sake of this post I shan't, we had the entire evening to spend with Little Boy.



Yeah, you heard me right, Little Boy. Because he doesn't look like a ball anymore.

Isn't he the cutest?



His mommy threw the blankie over his head and went "girl girl girl girl girl girl girl girl". Baby boy looks like a little girl!



See, he peeps shyly around the blankie? Just like a little girl.



Baby boy's mommy is an evil girl. See all the stickers?



How she can be even more evil - Point and laugh.



So cute, right?

I call the following picture "Trail of Destruction".



Can you tell why?

The one preventing him from eating tissue paper is his grandmama, also my godmother-cum-aunt, and on the right is his mommy, also my godsister-cum-cousin. Long story.

Since we had the free time, we followed them to Bishan for eats and shopping.



Little boy did not like the high chair. He showed his displeasure by tipping over his dinner.



But still oh-so-cute.

DragonBall Evolution




Have you watched this movie? Have you?

Well don't.

Not even on weekdays.

NOT WORTH IT. If it weren't for the dudes who wanted to watch it, I probably wouldn't watch it either.

Let me break it down for you.

1) Dragonball Original - Japanese
Son Goku - ANG MOH*
Bulma - ANG MOH
Piccolo (Or pickle soup, as Rob calls him) - ANG MOH
And for those who weren't ANG MOHs, they all spoke English fluently, with posh American accents.

*caucasians

2) What irritated the fudge out of me throughout the show was that they pronounced Qi (气) as KEE. And what's even more irritating? They pronounced Qiqi correctly as CHI CHI. Why didn't Chow Yun-Fatt or Stephen Chow correct them? Argh!

3) The plots were so ridiculous that I kept giggling at the brainlessness throughout the action parts of the show. It probably took this much *points thumb at the last segment of her pinky finger* thought and hundreds of hours watching japanese animes in their mom's basement to develop the stupid show.

4) Piccolo goes down with just one blast. It's freaking predictable that he's not *gasp* dead in the end.

5) You can feel the rush of the show. No, not rush as in "high". Rush as in no-time-left-hurry-up-HURRY-UP rush. Even without media background, you can tell that the scenes were all cut off prematurely. And strangely, in some scenes you can actually see the change in the actor's facial expressions a second before some dude shouted "action". Don't believe me? Watch Chow Yun-Fatt closely.

6) I like Chow Yun-Fatt, but he's just too big and has too much hair for his character in this show. For some reason, his shifu (master) is... black.

7) Goku. Has. No. Tail. Even in his godamned monkey form.

And unaccounted for flaws throughout the entire show.

Don't watch this show if you're looking for action. Don't watch this show for entertainment. Don't watch this show especially if you're a dragonball fan. Don't watch this show at all. I came out of the cinema feeling like slapping somebody.

What a ridiculous waste of a supposedly good storyline.

Car Park


Have you ever had a feeling of being followed as you walk from the shopping mall to your car in the car park?

I realized, through a series of being stuck in the car parks at shopping centres, that drivers automatically turn into eagles and lions. They can either spot a free lot a mile away, or start stalking behind every person who comes out from the mall and goes through the carpark, waiting for them to find their cars.

So does being a driver turn you into a predator?

Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus


... is an incredibly sensual piece of art, without leaning on the borderline to eroticism.

It's sensual, it's forbidden, it's tragic, and it's still sensual. It builds up a heightened sense of mystery inside of you, and has it tangibly stay in your throat. It's not much of a plot on the surface, everything happens at a relaxed pace, and yet there is so much going on at a deeper level at any one time. You can't help but feel for the protagonist, and all that's happening to her. You can't help but relate to her.

Watch watch watch it.

Reached The Limit


Nerve. Everybody's getting on mine. Instead of getting angry, I got hurt.

Reached a limit. Don't want to talk, don't want to listen, don't want to think.

Shutting down. Good night.

Lomotion Outing From POV Of Fisheye






























It was a lomotion outing-cum-birthday surprise for my sister.

Nice?

Hokay


S'time to explain about the fuss about the certs the other day.

I needed them for a sort-of interview with - of all people - Lazy's ex-best friend's ex-girlfriend, also Lazy's friend. Who also has the same name with - of all people - Lazy's ex-girlfriend.

Which makes me ever so slightly uncomfortable with calling her by name. But it's getting better, I can listen to her name without flinching now.

And woohoo! I am now working part-time for her as an English tutor for some of her lower primary classes.

It's good because I get to work on my online store in the middle of the night without worrying that I'd oversleep the next day, because tuitions start late.

I did a couple of classes last night with primary 2s and primary 3s. Although I could've sworn that my blood pressure shot up three-fold, but it was an amazing experience for me. The kids were precious, even the naughty ones. And it's so satisfying when you see that they're actually learning something from you and putting it into context. Especially the two primary two girls.

Damn cute.