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idiot-cracy
KNN, been reading up on the Just Jean incident and it's really pissing me off. It's not so much about the veracity of her account and her claims - it sounds like a dubious 'he said, she said' kind of issue where you'll never know what the real deal was - it's more about the readers and what they're saying in the comments section: loads of comments, from what sounds like male readers, basically saying that she "deserved" to be molested because she led the guy on. No matter what the context is here, or how much of her account is true, I think that's super fucked up. I am well and truly disgusted that so many people out there still think that in certain situations women are "asking" to be raped and molested in some way. Fuck you assholes, NOBODY deserves or wants that kind of violation. How anyone can lay the blame at the woman's feet and claim that "men have their instincts" and that "they just can't help it" is beyond me. Anyway, the comments just prove that Singaporean netizens (present company excluded) are mostly just a bunch of kaypoh sex-deprived idiots who love to do nothing but pass judgment on other people. Yes, I sound judgmental saying that but in some cases the truth is just staring you in the face. |
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By god, this link is an absolute ripper (as my new Kiwi housemate would say). It's a collection of random weird photos scavenged from the bowels of the internets. Some make you laugh yourself silly, others just make you titter nervously. And then there are those that make you go wtf? Click, I beseech you. http://alsoku.blog47.fc2.com/blog-e Some choice nuggets, hotlinked here for your convenience:
[via Brandon] |
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the air that i breathe
Thanks to the relatively short skyline of Little India, I can see clear all the way to Orchard from my room. Its towers glow distantly. The night feels dangerous, full of unspeakable possibilities, intimate. I remember feeling this way about Singapore's night when I was 18, and in love, very handily with someone who had access to his dad's car, and sojourns to the enveloping embrace of Peirce Reservoir, and the snaking dragon spine of Seletar Highway, were regular affairs. I remember sucking in lungfuls of jungle-tinted air, sensing a primitive, age-old spirit seeping through the cracks and out into the open , after the sun went down on the island's imposing concrete blocks, its glistening steel and glass metropolitan baubles teeming with brain-addled ants. It is the smell of night air, I think, that still grips me - of rain, and earth, and history, and permanence, and sex, and mystery. An unwavering presence, like God. I'm so very happy that I still feel this way. Sometimes these are the only times I truly feel what it means to be home again. |
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monkey on your back
Yes everyone and their mother has been posting this song on their blogs in the last half year or so, but I decided to rewatch this clip again after reading Jason Reitman's notes on the soundtrack sleeve (courtesy of Shiyao): "By the end of the shoot we had gotten far enough ahead of schedule that the last day was reserved for pickup shots and the shooting of one scene - Juno and Bleeker's duet. ... It was kind of a complicated shot, in that we started so close on the characters and wound up on this wide shot of the house. The idea being that these two small characters had found each other in this giant world. A lovely thought - but where do you put the microphones? So we dug a hole in the ground and hid one there, then sneaked a couple into nearby bushes. The shot starts with Ellen biking up with the guitar on her back, then sitting down with Michael to play the song as the camera backs up across the street. At the last second we added the Dancing Elk track team as a nice touch. But something happened while we were shooting. As we filmed what would be the last frames of the movie, the whole crew began to realize this was also the end of our shoot - the end of our family. And as Michael and Ellen finished the song and kissed, members to the crew began to well up. I looked at Diablo and the producers behind the monitors, and all I saw were tears. I opened my mouth to say, 'Cut,' but I couldn't find the words." |
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melbourne again
Some pics from my Melbourne trip earlier this month:
A little more can be seen here at the full photoset: as usual pics that show my ugly mug are locked so log in if you want to see the whole gamut. |
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nihon
Some observations: - Do Japanese people have very small teeth? Why is the head of the toothbrush provided in my hotel room the size of my smallest fingernail? - People here really do have great style, even the carpark attendants. At Omotesando they were wearing Pete Doherty-worthy black hats with smart suits and gloves. Today I saw a girl wear a white navy uniform coat, with a white slip inside, billowy pants with bunned up hair and heels. One of those classic combinations that sound shitty on paper but magnificent when done right. - Hot J-pop band of the moment: Bump Of Chicken. Also, Leona Lewis. - The squatting toilets here have hooded fronts, to make sure one doesn't overreach. A subtle yet crucial difference! - The schoolgirls here aren't as hot as most people think they are. That said, there's a stupid preponderance of typical kawaii and good looking Japanese girls here. I think it's really in the makeup. Chinese girls in Taiwan/HK/Singapore love dressing quirkily too, but somehow just can't be all that arsed about making their faces look good. - Everyone bicycles, especially in the 'burbs. And I love their bikes - big-wheeled, large-framed, romantic. In other news, I'm going to be homeless when I get back to Singapore. If anyone knows of anyone else who's looking for a new flatmate, let me know! |
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i'm not hair
Watched I'm Not There on the plane from Sydney to Singapore, and my god is Cate Blanchett hot in that film.
I think I sense a trend here. |
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