Monday, August 31, 2009

The Week of Confusion

Cant's sleep. Been having insomniac nights since I came back from KL.

So I thought, why not write a bit about how I spent the weekend?

I finished The Greed of Man. Marathon-ed the last 10 episodes on Friday night. By the time I finished it, it was already 5am on Saturday morning. I felt dazed from the sleepiness, but that did not stop the post-drama withdrawal syndrome. The drama was so good, I felt like clapping my hands after watching the last episode. LOL.

On Saturday night, I planned to go out for a night walk in the city, while trying out my new Fujifilm FinePix F200EXR. I thought of starting my walk in Esplanade. When I reached there, I found there were concerts going on at the Outdoor Theatre. It started at 11.30pm all the way till 1am. I don't know if it's called a concert, because it was just a couple of DJs on the stage playing popular dance music, and the audience crowd in front of the stage and danced along. The event was labeled as "Beat!" in the posters... but I don't know if that's the name of the event or is it the name of the DJ group.

The concert was rather fun, although the audience crowd was small - mostly Caucasian tourists. The size of the crowd did not stop them from going all out. I was tempted to join in but it felt rather syok sendiri because I didn't know anyone there. So I ended up standing at the side, like many other locals, watching the tourists have fun. It was still fun watching them, though. Their joy did rub off. I wish I had my crazy friends with me there.

When the concert ended at 1am, I continued my night walk towards Boat Quay. By this time, most of the shops were closed, and people had gone home. But there were still many night-people lingering along the Singapore River - some dating, some chit-chatting, and some just sitting there enjoying the night atmosphere. Several colonies of crowds gathered and cheered at the three or four bars that were showing a live football match between Manchester United and Arsenal. Besides these bars, the only shops that were open along Boat Quay were a couple of Hindi bars and a Jazz bar.

Further walk up the river brought me to Clarke Quay, where there were many more open bars and more crowds. The Ultimate Bungee (also known as the "reverse bungee") and the Extreme Swing were still in operation, and there were customers - mostly tourists, as far as I can see. Not surprising, really. Those things are famous for being just for tourists.

Finally I took the Night Rider 8 from Clarke Quay back to Bukit Batok. By the time I reached home, it was almost 4am and I was already on auto-pilot mode. Needless to say, I had no problem falling asleep that night.

You might recall I said the purpose of the night walk was to test my new digital camera. So where are the photos? I had them. Loads of them. HAD.

I imported them into iPhoto on my MacBook, and no thanks to my lack of proficiency in the application, I accidentally permanently deleted them all - both from my camera's memory card and from my MacBook.

I swear, I almost wanted to bang my head on the wall. In an effort to keep myself sane, I told myself at least now I have an excuse to go for another night walk next weekend. I gotta say, it was quite fun.

I realised I haven't been in the best mental condition lately. I'm not saying I'm crazy or anything. But I have problems concentrating and I seem to be rather confused a lot of times. First, I forgot to put my laundry to wash last Monday night, which I always do on Mondays. No big deal - so I did it on Tuesday night. But for some reasons, on Tuesday night, I thought it was Wednesday. I even reduced my laundry load thinking I had only one day to dry them, because I have to clear them from the drying poles on Thursday nights. I went to bed thinking the next day was Thursday. It wasn't until I went to work the next day, passed lunch time, before a colleague reminded me of a meeting that afternoon, which I thought I had absent-mindedly missed, since I thought it was Thursday. Even after returning home from work that day, I again forgot it was Wednesday. I almost collected my laundry from the drying poles. Almost. I did remember finally. And I had to constantly remind myself of it for the rest of the night.

What has gotten into me?!

Anyways. Happy Merdeka Day 2009, I guess.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Greed of Man (大時代)

I have recently started re-watching one of the most impressive HK drama I have ever watched - The Greed of Man. I've only watched it once, back when it first came out in 1992, but I've always remembered this drama, right down to the smallest details. However, as I watch it again, only for the second time, I realised how much I have forgotten. As I watch it again, all those old memories come flooding back to me. It felt very nostalgic all the while I was watching the episodes, but this scene finally broke the dam of my tears and I burst out crying while laughing at the same time:

Last Scenes of Episode 24

TVB just doesn't make dramas this good anymore. Not even remotely this good.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Going Home Vacation (7 - 16 Aug 2009)

Some pictures I took (using my Sony Ericsson W902) during my week-long vacation at home in KL.

Where I parked the car at Sunway Pyramid

I bought a Rubik's Cube at Sunway Pyramid. According to the description printed on the packaging, I need to be a brain surgeon to solve the Rubik's Cube.

A pretty little butterfly was spotted inside the optical shop, where I got my new glasses.

I learnt that women nowadays are not only going for clean ad healthy skin. It seems that women also want their skin to be "admired" and "kissable".

Some T-shirt designer reapped ideas from the A(H1N1) situation. Apparently I was not allowed to take pictures of the T-shirts for fear of imitation, as I was told off (politely) by the stall vendor. As if I can't copy the idea after just taking one glance at it.
Actually, she asked me to delete this photo. I hope she doesn't read blogs. To her credit, you can find this T-shirt at Bangsar Village, on one of the top floors.

My parents bought a new house in Bandar Bukit Rajah, Klang. We visited the newly completed housing estate and I did not hesitate to snap away. I love exploring empty houses - so much potential for interior designs, furnishing, and decoration!

Finally, the dreadful day came for me to return to Singapore. While waiting for my coach at Chorus Hotel, KL, I snapped a coupla photos.

I guess that's it, until CNY 2010 (unless I have a sudden urge to go home in between. xD)

Sunday, August 16, 2009


Just got back to Singapore from KL. Feels like shit to leave everyone back at home - again. Even 8 days in KL is not long enough. I don't think going-home holidays are ever gonna be long enough for me.

Life goes back to "normal" now, I suppose. I wonder if I can stand not seeing my family until CNY 2010.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

CPDRC Inmates Dance

Go to YouTube and search the keywords "CPDRC Inmates". Watch ALL the videos.

I was grinning stupidly all night watching those videos. Who knew prison could be so much fun?! Here's one of the videos:

Love their concept of non-violent approach to rehabilitation. A quote from the main uploader of those videos, byronfgarcia:

"Inmates deserve a second chance! If we make prisons a living hell for them, then we might just be sending out devils once they are released. Cruel methods to achieve discipline are a thing of the past! So, keep on dancing!"

Oh, and they have some talented inmates too! Philippinos are so cool...

P/S: I first came about these videos from this blog post by Spikey.

Monday, August 3, 2009

How the Media Dictates the Way We Describe Nightmares

Spikey told me he had a nightmare, which he described as a combination of Shutter, Ju On, and Fatal Frame. That has gotta be some scary shit, because by night time the next day, I could tell he was still feeling a little disturbed (poor thing). Who doesn't hate nightmares? Even the oldest, wisest person has fears.

Then I went to bed - and had a nightmare, which I would describe as a cross between Final Destination and Blair Witch Project. I still have a vivid memory of it (rarely so), so why don't I share it here?

It was outdoors in the day time. I was sitting on a large round table covered with pink table cloth (not unlike those in Chinese restaurants) with a bunch of people I've never met in real life, but apparently were my colleagues in the dream. On my left was a middle-aged male colleague, on whom I appeared to depend a lot for wisdom and guidance. On my right was a quite attractive and soft-spoken young lady. On her right was another girl with a ponytail, and she was a lot louder. I don't remember what we were talking about, but I remember the girl with a ponytail said something that offended the soft-spoken girl. Suddenly, I had this sense of horror and saw a flicker of wrath in the soft-spoken girl's face. Somehow, in the dream, I knew the girl knew some sort of black magic and could cause horribly freaky harm to whomever she wishes. Then the dream cut into these scary weird symbols and scribblings in more than one colour, flashing by rapidly. One of the symbols looked a lot like the brand logo of the contact lens solution Complete - except the core of the sun looked like a staring eye, and much less cheerful.

At the end of the flashes, I snapped back into the scene at round table, and I heard a younger male colleague a few seats away exclaiming, "Gasp! Did you guys see that?!". The soft-spoken girl turned to stare at him, instead. Then I turned to my left to ask the wise colleague for advise. Before I could, I was awakened by my alarm clock.

It doesn't sound very scary here, does it? It did feel horrifying in the dream, though, like I was really really scared the girl would find out I knew about her "secret abilities", lest she makes me her next victim, or I get dragged into the whole vengeance thing. It's the same kind of horror you feel when you watch Final Destination, the kind of horror that you know you cannot escape from no matter what.

How is that different from horror movies like Shutter and Ju On? In those stories, the victims usually did something to deserve the hauntings, or at least there was an unresolved history that the victims unfortunately stumbled upon. In Final Destination...well, there was no clue as to why they were the victims. They just were. And not knowing what to do to save themselves was the most horrifying part of it all. It's not like they had a ghost to fight. They were up against fate! How do you fight against fate?!

Nowadays, the media has some serious influence in our expectations in life - even how we expect to be haunted. xD

So which one would you prefer?
Haunted a-la Shutter...
...or haunted a-la Final Destination?
P/S: There appears to be a pattern in the difference between Spikey's nightmare and mine. His was based on Asian horror flicks, while mine was based on American horror flicks. Does that mean something? =P