Not homophobic, I swear

So...in a rather unsurprising piece of news, Lance Bass has pranced out of the closet. You know, that guy from N'Sync, the one that's not Justin Timberlake, the slim one, the fat one or the other fat one?

This does nothing but to further strengthen my suspicion that record labels always insert a gay guy in there when forming boy bands. I mean, let's just look at some examples.

Dick on the images to enlarge them.



Of course, our hero of the day, subtly highlighted for recognition's sake.



I remember him as the guy who was always looking out into blank space broodingly.



He and Ronan Keating were the only ones who sang, seriously. The other three were there to make up the industry's prerequisite of 5 heads of embarrassing 90s' hair.

Of course, I might have missed out on some other bands (I'm kinda surprised that no one from A1 has came out yet OH WAIT NO ONE REMEMBERS THEM ANYMORE OOOH) but now, I shall do a little forecasting on today's most popular boyband.



I don't actually know any of them (damn kids and your music nowadays) so I just picked one at random.



Also, isn't it kind of ironic that these girls turned out to be straight? I love the music industry.

A link to a website that...links to other websites?

Here is a nice website. Started by two designers, it offers advices and tips to design, technlogy and basically, life. Here are some of the more useful and/or interesting ones, at least to me.

7 habits of high effective junior designers

Manners & etiquette (Finally, I now know how not to look like a rapist. But seriously though, good read.)

The little things

Everyone has their bad days, one of those days where you wish you could get home to your computer quickly, just so you can blog about how bad your day was. No, I'm not going to do it. On the sidenote, for some reason, people like to compare how shitty their day was.

(Please pretend all three characters to be JC girls talking at the canteen. Nothing against JC girls, you are all good...with your short little skirts and little ponytails and whatnot.)

Person A: Ohmygod lor, I wasted so much time in the morning because I couldn't find my watch lor.
Person B: Please lor, I worse lor, my umbrella got blown away just now, so embarrassing lor.
Person C: THAT'S NOTHING LOR, I tripped at the staircase today and bled at the knee pretty badly lor. Then that old uncle who always sits at the void deck came over, kicked me in the face and started raping me with a rusty old iron bar while his friends played mahjong on my back shouting hokkien vulgarities really loudly and then hor, they also started to use my mouth as a toilet and forced me to swallow everything damn disgusting lor then the cats and dogs of the neighbourhood came over to join inblabalbjaipojfiosdjoifjsdiojfsiodjfiosdfsdasdasdkasldkasd.

You get the idea. Like the winner is going to win a paid vacation in the Bahamas or something, shut up la.

ANYWAY, everyone has their bad days but surely there are some random little things that let us know that life is worth living, right? Here are mine:

1. Rainy nights
They always feel good, for some reason. Rain in the day means "FUCK! Why is it raining?" while rain at night means "Awww, how nice, it's raining."

2. Weekend mornings
You get up before you're supposed to for a leak and you're still groggy and half-awake. Then, you realise that you get to sleep for a few more hours so in your blurry quasi-sleepwalk, you just fall onto the bed to continue dreaming about how the Playboy bus broke down outside your house and the playmates need somewhere to stay for the night before the bus is fixed. (Not that I have had that dream before.)

3. A good ska beat
Click here to listen to a sample
Using my godly audio editing skills, I made a clip of 4 songs that have that abovementioned ska beat. I'm quite convinced that ANY song can be made better with a good ska beat, maybe except for techno. Sorry Kelvin. Lots of people cannot stand this genre of music (ska, not techno, which everyone assumes that everyone else hates) because of how happy it sounds. They are also the kind of people who compare how shitty their day was.

4. The last song's bassline in the sample above
It's so happy that it makes me want to shit rainbows, kittens and Easter bunnies.

5. Perry Bible Fellowship
Neither Christian nor does it have a guy called Perry involved, it has some of the best comic strips ever conceptualised and drawn. The writer/illustrator would do great in advertising. I check it every week in hope that a new strip is drawn, if it's not, I get rather dissapointed. Until I get distracted by any of the other things mentioned in this list, of course.

6. Dried up pimple
You've been putting Benoxyl Peroxide on that irritating red spot for the past few days and have resisted the incredible temptation to touch it and now it has finally dried up and is nothing more than a dried flake of skin. A shell of its once gloriously evil past. A mere shadow of its former self. Nothing like the confidence-destroying volcano of molten pus that mocked at you in the mirror it once was. It's now a piece of dry skin. You casually remove it from your face and flick it down the toilet bowl. HAHA, VICTORY.

Of course, a new one pops out soon enough. Those little fuckers.

7. The sense of accomplishment upon publishing a long blog entry that was based upon almost nothing. HAHA, VICTORY.

An update, GASP!

Other than being that annual event with the largest amount of tapered jeans seen in one place, Baybeats also have the occasional good music in there. I was only there on Friday and the incredible variety of music on show there just blew me away. They had post-hardcore, punk/post-hardcore, polka/post-hardcore, trance/post-hardcore and post-hardcore! AMAZING! But ahh, who am I to complain when the crowd enjoyed the music so much?

There were a couple of good performances of course, I'm not such a hater. The Great Spy Experiment is a local band who, obviously, have been listening to a lot of Franz Ferdinand. Very foot-tappingly catchy but really, they reminded me a little too much of everyone's favourite Scottish band, especially in the vocal department. Tiramisu's music is less accessible and catchy but they're all about the lead singer's flamboyance and stage antics. They are not exactly good but Ingride's lead singer looks a little too pretty for safety and I can say that because I'm confident of my heterosexuality. Yes, I am.

But really, the star of the whole event is the whole spectrum of subcultures you see, there were indie kids, hipsters, punk rockers and security guards. Somehow, everyone (except for the security people, maybe) has this urge to speak in fake American accents. I don't think they realise how hollow and dumb they sound when they do that. Sure, Singlish may sound like ass when compared to how the beautiful and admirable people on The O.C. speak but we sound A LOT MORE natural speaking Singlish. Seeing a Singaporean curl his/her R's so much is just...awkward unless of course, that person was born in America.

And erm..I don't really have a lot to write about at the moment. So I will see my dear devoted (YOU MUST BE) readers next month then.