Filed under: Youth Culture | Tags: I am the one hiding under your bed - teeth ground sharp, Melamine, The Afghan Chica, This is halloween halloween halloween
M is throwing a little masked soiree at his fancy schmancy exorbitantly priced apartment that is about as big as 1/2 of my living room. Is anyone else excited for Halloween? Every year I suffer from pre-halloween costume anxiety only to find myself too drunk to give a shit 3 hours into the party.
This year I’ve narrowed down my choices into:
1) The Afghan Girl – complete with sea green contact lenses, a burkha and a giant National Geographic magazine cut-out made from cardboard framing my face
2) A little dress made completely of plastic – if anyone asks, I’m a bar of Chinese Chocolate (GET IT GET IT GET IT)
Lingerie with assorted animal ears? Nah, way too 2006
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GOOD TIMES!
Filed under: Celebutards, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me, Youth Culture | Tags: Men with ovaries, Popstars that are bat shit crazy, The F1 Grand Prix
The next numbnut that pronounces Grand Prix literally, I am going to beat with a stick. No, Dipshit sitting next to me on the train with the fucking annoying ringtone and hairy knuckles, it is not the gerand preeks. It’s the gron-pree you ill-informed Neanderthal. How about you stop listening to Soul-ja Boy on repeat and read a fucking book why don’t you.
Something exciting needs to happen on Saturday. Maybe rain. Maybe a wreck. Maybe both. Maybe flaming wrecks trapped in a tunnel while the rain floods and seals the exits somehow. Daylight was a terrible movie.
Questions to ask yourself way too early in the morning: Why does Sylvester Stallon not have a speech therapist. I googled him after typing in that sentence, about to comment on how hearing him speak brings to mind a child that had been dropped on his head at birth, but according to wikipedia: “Birth complications caused partial paralysis in parts of Stallone’s face, resulting in his signature slurred speech and drooping lower lip.” Ohhhh SNAP!

Great job on the blusher Rambo, I love the healthy flush.
Don’t you love it when things go horribly horribly horribly wrong?

Filed under: Politics, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me, Work, Youth Culture | Tags: Chuck Klosterman, Michael Moore is a fat fuck, Miss Singapore is a sad sob, NBC vs MSNBC, The Sunday tabloids
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And I’m back but not with wishywashy political fuckery this time around. Nothing much has happened these past couple of days.
The sunday New Paper (tabloid-styled local newspaper) featured an article about this year’s Miss Singapore World candidate and her lack of love life. Other than the fact that watching my fingernails grow would have been more interesting than the journalist in question’s writing style, oh boo-hoo, like I really want to read about some moderately hot chick and her inability to get laid. Seriously, of all trivialities – so you’re really smart and pretty but men are intimidated by you…like the rest of us hard working class citizen type average joes really give a shit.
Edit: Dear Michael Moore,
I bought Mike’s Election Guide 2008 last week and guess what? Much like the cinematic car crash that was Farenheit 911, your book SUCKED. I want my $20.80 spent and that 3 hours of my life I wasted reading that shit, back.
P/S Lose some fucking weight, stop eating at mcdonalds.
P.P.S R.i.p Keith Olbermann & Chris Matthews, they have been kicked off MSNBC’s political night commentaries. I love Keith but he has been quite the douche bag lately. Gotta love them NBC vs. MSNBC on-air brawls. Oh the hilarity!
Filed under: Celebutards, Television, Youth Culture | Tags: ali lohan, baby prostitutes, Celebrity Gossip, Chelsea Lately, the Real desperate housewives, the sad sad lohan family

Remember when Ali Lohan didn’t look like a 39 year old Desperate Housewife? Oh Dina, I forgot – you’re not like a regular mom, you’re a cool mom~ (five bucks if you can guess what movie that’s from) I probably shouldnt care as much as I do about trainwreck celebrity families but oh snapples, taking vicious swipes at households more dysfunctional than mine? Like anyone can resist.
Chelsea Lately did some major sick sketches parodying Living Lohan that you should check out. I’ve seen snips of it on E! and everytime I hear that Long Island accent I just want to punch myself in the ovaries.
Filed under: Television, Youth Culture | Tags: Bad parenting, Incubus, Spongebob Squarepants, The Wiggles
I was having a hell of a time watching episodes of spongebobsquarepants this morning while having breakfast (semi employment has its perks) in my PJs, and that got me sort of thinking:
Shouldn’t any good parent find the fact that with my peverse taste for humor and the relative popularity Spongebob recieves from the adult community (Brandon Boyd can attest to this), extremely worrying?

I want this SBSP atari-esque plug & play.
I also have a not-so-secret suspicion that most of the conceptualizing for such tv shows (teletubbies, barney yada) were done while smoking up some grade A quality crack. Granted these spots might prove to be a little more entertaining for the young ‘uns… talking dinosaurs and strange alien babies with mono-syllabic catchphrases – I’m probably not the first to say this but WHAT THE FUCK.
Now before you go screaming about how I lack imagination, how much of that would you really use while staring eyes glazed over into the goddamned box. And don’t even get me started on The Wiggles. I might just be having PeeWee Herman child pornography flashbacks but full grown men entertaining kids… It’s all a little creepy if you asked me. I recall a certain king of pop doing just that and having to hand over hush money to the kids who cried rape. Michael should’ve just put on some sort of furry animal costume on and hire some camera guys to tape.

This is coming straight from experience and I was a little sucker for it as a kid so I KNOW but as much as I hate children television programing that are just fat corporate-cat marketing ploys passing off as educational-ware, I loathe (with all the burning fury of satan’s lair) the irresponsible parents that sit their kids in front of the telly all day with the maid even more.
If I had children, they’d be READING, but unfortunately it seems that with the marvels of technology have brought on an infestation of hyperactive, materialistic, illiterate brats.
In the mean time, I suppose I will have to contend with staring daggers at bad moms and dads at toy shops.
Filed under: Celebutards, Youth Culture | Tags: bat man, boy toys, christopher bale, inside the actor's studio, man bat, silly gifs
I was watching TDK for the third time over the internet today (nay, i am not a pirate: free movie streaming chekkit!) and I don’t know about you, but wouldn’t you reckon Bat Man to be a thousand times more terrifying if he was actually half bat and half man?
So I did a little investigating and it turns out that a half man half bat creature already existed. I present to you:

MAN-BAT!!!
I guess someone from DC comics ran out of ideas..anyway, he belongs to the Secret Society of Super Villians, battles Bat Man from time to time and if you really give a shit, first appeared in Detective Comics #400 (June 1970).
Anyway I leave you with a hilarious Christian Bale .gif that made me chuckle a little more than I’m proud of. Be sure to read every frame!

Filed under: Life, Youth Culture | Tags: chick flicks, high school movies, saturday night, steve aoki
So I skipped out on Monsieur Aoki and stayed at home instead, largely due to my visual impairment (cornea issue) and the lack of financial budget for my drinking habit. Of course, not before feeling extremely disgusted with myself for pining to the point of tears over not being able to go (how trivial) and pathetically whining to several of the unfortunate people I have on my msn list (sorry). However, my evening took a turn for the better when D decided to impose a club-night ban on himself and accompany me in my misery; why yes, how thoughtful of him. So 5 teen movies later (and we’re well away on our sixth one), I am feeling infinitely more pleased with myself. Yup, classic signs of a chick-flick comatose, an inexplicable urge to create literary substitutes for word ‘cool’, over-excessive usages of the word ‘like’ and ‘oh my god’, along with an unnerving burning sensation in my left temple – fuck, i fear my i.q might have dipped 15 points.
Heck, the truth of the matter is, I freaking love ‘women’s pictures’. Sure, they’re frivolous and predictable but you can’t deny how deliriously entertaining some of them are. Anyway, I’ve provided you my dear reader with a list of my favorite high-school movies even more ‘awww’ than cuddly woodland critters. Nah, they’re not in any particular order.

Never Been Kissed (1999)
Drew Barrymore & Michael Vartan
“That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.”

Sixteen Candles (1984)
Molly Ringwald & John Cusack Michael Schoeffling
“I can’t believe this. They fucking forgot my birthday.” Oh yeah, I can totally relate to that.

Mean Girls (2004)
Lindsay Lohan & Jonathan Bennett
“At your age, you’re going to have a lot of urges. You’re going to want to take off your clothes, and touch each other. But if you do touch each other, you *will* get chlamydia… and die.”

Clueless (1995)
Alicia Silverstone & Paul Rudd
Tai: Cher, you’re a virgin?
Cher: You say that like it’s a bad thing.
Dionne: Besides, the PC term is ‘Hymenally Challenged’.

Say Anything… (1989)
John Cusack is obnoxious love
Filed under: Celebutards, Life, Work, Youth Culture | Tags: Bad novels and equally horrible film adaptations, Being a slave to the man, Celeste Chen, Singapore, The Josie Window, Xiaxue
So I’m pretty much swamped in work. Actually trying to spin word vomit into seemingly sensible articles wasn’t as easy as I thought. It looks like blogging for a living really isn’t the lifestyle I made it out to be inside my head. The Straits Times published an article about this off the NYtimes recently and if you haven’t read it already, check it out here. I hope I’m not the only one secretly hoping Wendy Whatsherface shows up dead.
Ok so granted she might not be receiving a Pulitzer prize for journalism any time soon and maybe I’m jealous that I don’t get to foul mouth it out on the interweb and still get paid for it but the whole NLB archival really ticked me off. I’d like to think that the literary standards of Singapore are far from appalling (what happened to Catherine Lim and god forbid Russell Lee) but mmm… I guess we’ll have to make do with what we have. And hey, while we’re at it why not add top model Nicole Chen’s little sister Celeste on that list too. Between Jamie-Lynn Spears, Miley Cyrus (better known as Hannah Montan – O Disney, wasn’t Hilary Duff Vs. Lizzie Mcguire enough?) and Celeste, it might not seem like an all bad idea to think about getting my tubes tied early. Seriously, talk about not knowing when to shut up, put the camera down and read a goddamn book.
Oh and I thought i might share this even though i put myself at direct risk of being openly mocked by my hoity toity murakami endorsing pseudo intelligent friends, i loaned a copy of P.S I LOVE YOU from the editor.
Dear miss Cecelia Ahern, you might be hot shit to the millions of house-confined, sexually starved and affection repressed women around the world but I want the 7 hours I wasted reading that turd of a book back.
And since we’re already on the topic of superficiality and shallowness, Ian and I had a funny conversation about how we categorized people 2 days ago. And we basically came up with a chart. I trust you will find this very useful.
I christen it the Josie Window. I don’t remember what led up to it but a combination of being bored/lazy in the office and having a knack for bizarre/ridiculous conversations usually does the trick. Back at home, D and I spent 2 hours fitting all our friends into it.
Ah…fun. Can you guess which portion of the table you fit into?
Filed under: Life, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me, Too Much Info, Youth Culture | Tags: D, F-I-G-H-T, Lame-o music, Name-calling, Stephen Hawking
I’m having a pretty awful friday night, which is odd because my fridays are usually spent getting plastered at your favorite hideout. I won’t care for washing too much of my laundry on this journal but then if i can’t say it here, when can i ever?
Anyway D and i got into a fight. Like a proper one, with yelling and name-calling and sulking in our respective rooms. Shit, i care for that boy so much and all he does is act like a fucking blow job. Yea you heard me right. It’s the latest ‘it’ phrase along with ’sick’. The former is pretty self-explanatory (I have come to the conclusiont that there’s really nothing worse than being called that with the exception of Giant Vagina, Teabagging Party, Testicular Insertion and Fallopian Juice) If you have any other creative suggestions, please leave a comment i’d be interested to hear.
So basically because I was too pissed off to leave the house, i got stuck at home doing random interweb trawling which wasn’t a bad thing til for some reason i got all nostalgic for really old music. Old like 5 years ago and not cliff richards please. Anyway so i stockpile the Taking Back Sunday and DC from Ian and like dig up the rest of the Senses Fail, Alk3 crap from my junkyard CD box and omg, the flood gates of bad memories come pouring through. Honestly, i’d rather kill myself than have to live through the ages of 14-18 again. I’ve had some fantastic times but holy crap, my teenage angst has a body count much? For now, as much as the quarter-life crisis bullshit is sucking the soul out of me, i’ll stick to being a grown up.
And since this entire entry has been nothing but crude language, i’ve decided to top it all off with even more bad taste:

Haw haw. Poor Silly Mister Stephen Hawking.
Filed under: Fashion, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me, Youth Culture | Tags: advice, fashion smashion, magazine, stupid hipsters
Here’s something i wrote for the magazine because i was bored and am an annoying Seventeen Magazine writer try-hard. HAH,
not.
Somewhere in between trying the 4 hours it took to write this, it finally dawned on me why sensationalized tabloids and girly magazine are the scum of the literary world. It’s trivial, it’s flippant and it’s downright disgusting. How can someone who writes about “2008 Make-up Must Haves” look themselves in the mirror in the morning while the rest of the world is wrecked with racially charged turmoil? It’s simply unfathomable. Maybe some Karl lagerfeld & Oscar de la Renta hides away the shame.
Ugh. what did I get myself into.
Read it anyway because I’m too busy in the day churning out articles on ecotourism for publishing that makes me want to loathe myself to bother about wordpress for a while. Hope you cool kitties are well.
Admit it, even the most style-savvy among us struggle to find the right attire to wear on the correct occasion. Here is a two-part guide from a wishful fashionista to dressing well that promises to not make your parent go “tut-tut” or your friends walk five feet ahead and pretend to not know you.
As much as we strive to perfect that Kate Moss heroin-glam, James Dean urban-cowboy slick back or Nicole Richie’s effortless street chic, most of our attempts fall miserably short. Either we’re not six feet tall with a size two body, or our pockets aren’t deep enough to fork out that extra two hundred dollars for a plain tee with Comme des Garçons emblazoned on the top. But I get it, it’s only too easy to flip open one of the many trendy magazines and be influenced by stick-thin celebrity icons and their haute couture (high fashion and custom fitted) gowns that probably cost just slightly above my annual income.
Now, I’m not lambasting high fashion labels just because I’m poor and bitter. There’s nothing wrong with expensive bags or shoes because you don’t want to find your wardrobe just full of cheap rubbish. But I’m here to tell you that you need not blow your month’s pay check on clothes you’d only wear once. We’ll start from the very beginning.
1.Dress According to your Size
Nothing is more a sight for sore eyes than people wearing clothes that don’t fit them. The wrong pair of jeans can make your love handle spillage look worse than the Exxon Valdez disaster. And if you think muffin top plus-sized people are the worst offenders in this category, you’re wrong. Sure skinny people don’t have to worry about awkward bulges and lumps, but take a leaf out of Mary Kate Olsen’s book: drape yourselves in layers and layers of fabric and you’d look like a shrunken hunched up troll.
For the men, you aren’t Soulja Boy or some other rock star rapper from the Bronx, so stop wearing XXXL tees when you could probably fit into an M. If you want to look bigger, go to the gym.
2. Don’t be a Sucker to Trends
Last year’s it trend of ultra-high waistlines got almost everyone looking like they had tummies, and I’m pretty sure “two-terms-into-my-pregnancy” wasn’t in style. These days, all anyone is sporting is skinny jeans, which I admit done wonders for the behind (Sir Mix-a-Lot would be pleased) but if your body type isn’t anything but straight and narrow, makes your hips look as big as a barn. And, enough with the waist coats and leggings – Ring, ring, the 80’s called and they want all their clothes back.
My point is, these fashions come and go. If you’d rather look up-to-date, stick with minimal pieces you can re-use when the fad dies out. Wearing trends past their season is tackier than Lindsay Lohan’s acting in all her movies after The Parent Trap.
3. Basics are your Best Friend
If you can’t afford to continually update your wardrobe, at least buy basic items that you can dress up or down with accessories or subtle layering. Think along the lines of plain short-sleeve style, solid color t shirts or a medium rinse pair of jeans. Try to avoid anything bejeweled, overly printed or with slogans. Most of them aren’t long lasting and you really want to avoid wearing that “I Heart My Girlfriend/Boyfriend” t-shirt if things don’t work out.
Be careful when accessorizing though. Less is always more. Do as Coco Chanel says, look into the mirror before you leave the house and take off some if you have a dozen already dripping from your ears, neck and arms. Yes, this advice applies to both genders.
4. Thrift It
Try the Salvation Army if you don’t mind giving older clothes a second spin. You might have to do some hunting but it’s a price to pay for good bargains. Don’t underestimate the secrets your neighborhood shops or warehouse fashion retailers might keep. Dismissing places just because your parents get their clothes there is a bad idea. Worst case scenario, you don’t find anything; best case scenario, you find something and they put it in their pile of clothes at the take-out counter and pay the bill for you.
Your last resort at freshening up your wardrobe without spending any money – raid someone else’s wardrobe. Your grandparents might have something in there you could pass off as vintage.
5. Dress for the right occasion
One of my biggest fashion peeves: denim under almost any circumstances is not formal. Neither is wearing a t-shirt under a blazer, you hear that boys? Your clothes don’t have to be budget-breaking; they only have to look the part. When in doubt, it’s better to dress up.
Pairing the right shoes and bag is also equally important. I was taught to match my bag or belt with my shoes but you don’t always have to. Just make sure you don’t commit a giant faux pas like carrying a casual sling or back pack to a black-tie ball. Last piece of advice for the girls – anything that shimmers, glitters or catches the light is usually reserved for partying at night. Going into the office looking like an over-sized disco ball warrants taunting from everyone.
At the end of the day, you might want to ignore all guidelines you’ve heard because fashion is really meant to be kept fun. Experiment, don’t take it too seriously but just be careful about looking like a trend train wreck. You know how you look at your parents in old washed out photographs and laugh at how they look with their weird hair and silly clothes? You don’t want to be the next one.


