2 videos from i-a-b: Otters holding hands and a horny dolphin
And the “Awww… so cute, they’re holding hands” thing is getting irritating. STFU!
Archive for March, 2007
Last Visit to SNGS?: Art Rooms II
March 30, 2007Previous: Intro + The Art Rooms I
The white board, with assignments and a cubist musical note. It was this dark in there, and I didn’t use the flash.
Hands painted on a sheet of plastic. I sort of “hacked” the painting by intentionally including our reflections in it as well so that the hands are all reaching at us and mauling us to death (Now what the hell am I talking about? Oh dear…)
View of our school from the art rooms and the wonderful synthetic track we helped raise money to build, and now they’re going to tear it all away.
Cement fish. The black and white cow-spotted one is mine, it’s name is Tobi and it’s inspired by Tobias Sammet’s cow pants. When we made them, they told us we could bring them home. Three years later, they’re still sitting in the school, the stands have rusted, and the people who made them are all dead and gone have all graduated.
As I am typing this, I suddenly remember I left a patch of cement with a smiley face on it in the basketball court, and I FORGOT TO CHECK OUT MY LUMP OF CEMENT!!! AND NEXT YEAR THEY’RE GOING TO HACK IT UP!!!!
We left the Art rooms and, went down the stairs.
Next: Down the Stairs (kill me, I can’t think of anything better
Last visit to SNGS?: Intro + Art Rooms I
March 30, 2007Today, I went back to my old school, SNGS.
I was woken up by my handphone ringing and to my surprise, it was my friend Muthu, and she was like “We’re going back to school?” And I was like “Huh?” Turns out they were going to tear down the school and move to a temporary school in Toa Payoh so she decided to go and poke around. And being a kaypoh, I decided to go poke around too with my camera cause my camera has been accompanying me everywhere these days.
I wanted to ride my bike Swifty there, but as soon as I’d done cleaning him up, it started to rain. 😦
And when we reached school, we found out from one of our teachers that they were only going to move next year. Ooookay…
Photos:
After having lunch, we visited the Art room, where I used to angst and suffer through projects that wouldn’t look right no matter what I did to them.
A sculpture of a face beside a clay shit. “Wow! Someone like me (made this)!” I said, and tried to move the shit. Unfortunately it was stuck to the table. For a moment, I thought everything had been stuck to the table too, but no. Just the shit. We messed up the stuff that wasn’t stuck trying to find out if they were stuck or not, and then left.
Chairs on the tables, just like in the old days.
Painted stools. They’re scattered all over the place now, but I found a few in the little room attached to Art Room 2. The black and white one with the little creatures was painted by me, and I suppose it is so ugly that they have to hide it here.
One of the tables.
And up on one of the high shelves, I saw a painting of me. Another candidate for my blog header picture. But then, I’ll have to change my blog name to ‘SATan’s Cellar’, so I guess the old one will have to stay.
Plastic sushi on a chair.
A row of coloured pencil sharpeners.
Unfortunately, I have to end this post here to save it from becoming too long because there are too many Art room photos.
Next: Art Rooms II
Good night ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding
March 28, 2007When I don’t have anything to post, I post Monty Python.
Silly Job Interview – Monty Python
John Cleese rox xD
Yesterdayed!
March 27, 2007Checking out my blog stats… and well, I just realised I’ve been Yesterdayed!
Not quite the same effect as being Tomorrowed, but I wouldn’t want to be Tomorrowed anyway.
Squirrel Melts
March 26, 2007Kinda disturbing cooking show: Squirrel melts
Uhhh…. does that mean I should get a hunting rifle and go shoot some Long-tailed Macaques? They’re larger than squirrels and there are so many of them. (Recalls the time she went downstairs and found a whole tribe of monkeys in the grass patch right next to her house)
(Ok, I’m aware that some readers (my sister) probably won’t appreciate that joke…. my sincere apologies 😉 )
There’s no point in being all shocked and whatever about it cause if you watch people slaughter pigs and cows, it’s probably as cruel as shooting squirrels. But eating wild-caught squirrels does seem to me like a wonderful way of catching some kind of disease.
And what if it was an endangered species?
“charen” Upper Peirce Reservoir Park
March 26, 2007Ok, a lot of things happened, bought some new assorted crap for my computer and got a new hand phone (the hand phone number hasn’t changed though) and spent the weekend migrating all my stuff over to my new phone and installing software and other crap like that, and on Sunday we cycled to Upper Peirce Reservoir park and it was ahem…. let’s put it this way, a rather interesting experience.
Ok, we entered from the road going to Lower Peirce, which…. argh you’ll know it when you see it, I can’t describe locations, I’m not a Geography student. And the first signs of trouble came when all of a sudden, a huge group of ‘hardcore’ cyclists came sweeping past us. It was the first indication of trouble ahead.
So it was all smooth and happy, except that there were small hills, which weren’t really that steep anyway, and then the hills got larger and larger and I had to switch gears quite a number of times.
I can’t imagine how hard it was on my sister, who was riding this crappy junk heap bike with no gears and lousy-ass brakes. Not that we didn’t own any good bikes, but someone had this “splendid” idea of bringing lousy-ass bikes so we could just park them somewhere and come back later to get them. Which was a dumb idea anyway, cause the road there was like =_=”‘ with steep slopes and steep descents and when we got there, my ma started making noise about people stealing our bikes and then we’d have to walk home 😡 and so we had to keep the bikes with us and didn’t walk around much after all. So we lost out both ways 😦
So we were all on crappy-ass bikes, and now we were on the toughest road we had been on for a while… and don’t forget none of us had been cycling much. And it wasn’t so bad, until we reached a decent (the steepest one) and suddenly my sister’s crappy-ass bike’s brakes failed (as they always do) and I have no idea what happened, but her bike started to fishtail and it looked damn scary from where I was, and she was damn lucky a car didn’t come and descend the hill right at her.
Comment from my sister: “Next time, I need a topography map of Singapore”.
Well, after that she was pretty shocked, and she probably couldn’t make it up the steeper hills anyway with that bike she was riding (if you’ve seen the type of made-in-China market bikes with no gears you’ll know what I mean) so she pushed it up most of the hills. And we pushed our bikes along with her as a show of support, and then I got sick of pushing and, like a nasty unfaithful friend, rode it up the hills anyway *if there was a sheepish grin smiley it’d probably go here*
Lesson number 1: When you see hordes and hordes of those ‘hardcore’ spandex-type cyclists swishing past you, you should realise that the path you’re on isn’t going to be a piece of cake. In fact, it’s probably going to be far from it. Those people are looking for hills to climb, and if you follow them, you’ll probably find hills. And steep ones too. Wowwee.
Lesson number 2: When you notice a lack of unfit people with bikes at your destination, and the only other unfit people with bikes are unloading them from their cars, you know you just did something stupid great stupid…. argh whatever.
Well, the park was great, but we couldn’t find the boardwalk. Not that we tried very hard to, cause we were lugging bicycles along with us and we didn’t want to bring them into the reserve anyway.
On our way back, there were a lot of long-tailed macaques. And why were they all over the road? Cause they were waiting for their usual feeders, which were in the car behind us, which was waiting for us to go away so no one would see them feeding them. And they were also in the lorry in front of us, which was also waiting for us to go away. But we saw anyway. Ha ha.
The monkeys were standing on their hind legs gesticulating at the lorry, wondering why the people didn’t come down to feed them.
Because (ok, bad English, big deal) of what had happened earlier, I felt this need to conquer that hill that had ‘owned’ us earlier during the descent, and what better way to conquer it by climbing it on the way back? So I changed to my ‘slowest’ (sorry, don’t know the correct term) gears and climbed it and and let me just brag a little, it just looked scary, it actually wasn’t that steep after all 😀 Not bad for someone who hasn’t even touched a bike in like, close to a year or something like that? and in a fit of nerves, couldn’t even balance the bike when she first got on it in the morning.
And best of all, I didn’t bust my weak knee in the attempt.
“We should do this more often,” I remarked to my companions.
And we probably will. 😉
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Whew, it’s so hot that my head has been hurting all day (and we don’t have air-conditioning cause we’re eco-friendly 😀 so I’ve been listening to Finnish metal to cool it somewhat). Ah, the horrors of global warming and urbanisation.
Big Yellow Taxi
March 23, 2007Video of the song ‘Big Yellow Taxi‘ by Joni Mitchell. I put this one up cause I can’t stand the Counting Crows version. And this one sounds pretty good too 🙂
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Til it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half just to seem ’em
Don’t it always seem to go,
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Til it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Hey farmer, farmer
Put away that DDT now
Give me spots on my apples
But LEAVE me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Til its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Came and took away my old man
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Til it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow tractor
Came and took away my house
And took away my land
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Til it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
SATan's kingdom 