Now, this is the part where I pretend to be listening

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Lots of dead people

Remember how I mentioned "old Victorian photographs of dead people" in the last post? It's a nice coincidence that I came upon this link in the SA forums.

http://thanatos.net/galleries/categories.php?cat_id=1

Try to resist clicking if you're the kind who secretly close your eyes tight shut during a movie's scary scene. Yeah, I'm like that.

You will need to go through a really quick and free registration process to view the photos in full-size (do you really want to?)

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This one's not as scary as it's sad. They just look so...peaceful.

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I'm not sure about this one, isn't the girl alive? Oh god.

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I believe this are the painted-on eyes that I've mentioned.

I think the saddest thing is the high infant mortality rate back then, some of them look no younger than a few months old. Viewing those photos is kind of depressing, I think I will go back to watching wrestling.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

I'M LOVIN' IT!























Unfortunately, this is a real McDonalds' ad from India. I really wonder if anyone from the agency just took a step back and said "Uhh guys, this is fucking creepy."

I don't know how this will actually go over in India as white skin is a sign of nobility (their wonderful caste system which apparently still exists today) but there's a difference between "Handsome Aryan-blooded Bollywood actors" and "Creepy pale mannequin baby that will appear in my nightmares crawling towards me", surely.

In fact, they remind me of some old Victorian photographs of dead people where they have EYES painted on their closed eyelids so that they look alive. Like a "one last photograph" kind of thing, you know? But of course, things are just not the same. I don't have a link handy and I'm quite thankful for that because those photos are incredibly scary. Really, trust me on that.

Read more about the adorable baby Ronald here.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

"We think that you have a great future in advertising and would do better without NS instead."

I wish they said that to me during a MINDEF dialogue session that I was encouraged to attend a couple days ago. Really, the 2 years can be spent doing so much more. In countries where conscription doesn't exist, being 20 years old means self-discovery, weed (the above 2 may or may not be related), pursuing one's interests or just plain slacking off. Instead, Singaporean boys are to run a lot, do push-ups a lot and look at an unnecessary amount of penises in the bathroom.

Raymond, a friend of mine, told me about how shitting was like when you're doing outfield training. Since there is a designated piece of grassland for taking a dump, God bless you if you had someone else doing their own business in front of you. You can close your eyes but I would imagine dozing off and then falling backwards into a nice warm, mushy bed of human waste.

Of course, the pros of NS are that you get to form a close "I've seen your dong more than I ever wanted to" kind of relationship with other guys and you basically won't get fat over that 2 years. Although I'm not very sure if the first point was a pro and since most of us will get out of shape sooner or later (Why? Roti Prata? Why are you so delicious even in your soggiest form?), the second pro will just be delaying the process.

Hey, at least I get to hold a rifle 24/7, because "it make you feel like a real man!".

OK let's talk about something different, Thursday's new release was out some time ago and they have certainly grew since their earlier works, more powerful vocals, slicker production but they retained that post-hardcore sound that so many of us fell in love with back in secondary school. But for me, that style is a little too passé (Ooh French word, with the proper accents even! The author must be a cultured and artistic individual!) therefore I can't see myself liking it for very long.

What I can see myself liking for a much longer time is Rilo Kiley. They do the Indie-Pop thing perfectly, the obvious country influences might take some getting used to but I don't think it's possible to hate them even though they're not on an Indie label (boo sellouts blablabla). Then again, I think it's partly due to their lead singer, the lovely Jenny Lewis.

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Looks exactly like a doll, doesn't she? Plus that voice..oooh..why does my 3 for $5 stay-at-home pants feel tighter suddenly? The last one isn't her without makeup but that nice (I'm sure) lady just popped out when I googled for Miss Lewis.

One more picture of Her Royal Prettiness, this one borders closely between "WTF?" and "There's a Japanese fetish for it somewhere on the Internet".

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I would like to be the White Ranger to her Pink Ranger if you know what I mean. *wink wink* Or erm...ooh I've got one more, I would combine with her to form Megazord, if you know what I mean.

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Yeah, I think you already know what I mean.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Sigur Rós makes me cry















The song itself is epic enough but the video just takes it to a whole new level. An audio/visual orgasm, if you will. You won't understand a single word that is being sung (a portion of it is gibberish) but I think that's the beauty of the band, it's up to yourself to interpret it.

There are a lot of amazing shots in there, the children are pretty, nice to look at but that's so not the point. Just give yourself a treat and take 6 minutes off your day, click on the image above and view the video.

If you're the kind who fast forwards through videos, then don't bother viewing it. Anyway, if you don't have shivers going up your spine at the climax, there is seriously something wrong with your Shiverus Producis (which is a part of your heart, google it up).

By "Sigur Rós makes me cry", of course I don't mean a big wailing session, just manly tears welling up in a very masculine fashion in my eyes.