joy division luck club.

And she's clinging the nearest passerby
She's lost control again
And she gave away the secrets of the past and said
I've lost control again

she's lost control, joy division

me and kenneth caught the screening of Control (2007), the film about the eventful but premature life of Joy Division's front man, Ian Curtis. it was held at the substation.

the only way i can describe this film is riveting. i fell in love with ian curtis for 117 mins, only to fall out of love because of his untimely death. sam riley played ian curtis. i swear, it was almost like ian curtis possessed this man. i've never seen joy division perform - yes, i realised how stupid that sentence was since JD was from the 70s - but when i watched youtube and Curtis' performance, they were almost identical.

and what i loved about the film was that it was transactional. there were answers to all the questions on JD's fall. the direction, flawless. acting, immaculate. the script, could be improved but good. the entire film left me speechless. i was entirely captured. But i have to say that i didn't like the script. It was too fast moving for me, and also, it got a little too dry after the first half.

ian curtis became famous only after his suicide, but during JD's time, he was an unstoppable frontman. he was only 19 when he got married, 20 when he became famous, 21 when he found out about his epilepsy, 22 when he cheated on his wife and 23 when he hung himself in his wife's kitchen from a clothes dryer. his life, only meant something in those short 4 years, but in turn the made the film timeless.

watch it if you can, though the run is over in s'pore. i'm sure you guys can find ways to download/stream/rip from somewhere.

in other news, i went to develop my first holga roll today :)
surprisingly, since i've never lomo-ed in my life, the shots came out pretty decent. nothing fantastic of course, but i can pat myself on the back.



go to flicker for the full set.

oh, such an arts farts day. i have to spoil it with this:



these boots are made for walking, that's what they'll do. i realised why construction workers use them. once you put your leg in, you create a vacuum so mud and shit cannot get in. oh also, the vacuum sucks in your leg too, so...

yup. smart.


side note: i cannot deal with you anymore.


all in all, a happy ending.

threesome? maybe four?

Two lovers divide
Sound meets sound, babe
Her echoes the surround
And know that we need is one thing
Now what is there to allow?
Babe, it's time we give something new a try

no i in threesome, interpol

i call this "lunch time".

loveshack

glitter on the mattress
glitter on the highway
glitter on the front porch
glitter on the highway

with school starting and all, i had to make sure my time in the office was well spent.
i only see my colleagues for about 24 hours a week and pwoosh, no more.

of course by now, you can tell they are the most irrelevant, painstakingly funny, do-it-yourself people in the world. someone should write a children's book about them. "the little people of the village." tim burton should do a film.

so, it was lynda's birthday.
second time we celebrated together and first time we had to make our own cake.

Recipe for make-or-break your own birthday cake under 10 mins and $10

this is lynda


step one: you need a hell lot of pudding. always buy flavours that complement each other. in this case, we are using caramel and chocolate. always good.


step two: get a motherload of m&ms. in this example, we used minis because lynda is tiny.


step three: CAREFULLY empty the pudding onto a plate. we warn you that puddings might be slippery and tend to fall on your very expensive white prada dress when least expected. we putting aunty emily's (no reference) green and red hand crossed-stitched sweater with the two mating turkeys that you got for christmas instead.


step four: rope in the people around to help. it is vital to make this an enjoyable experience so do not, under any circumstance, throw pudding or m&ms at each other. SPRINKLE the m&ms over the pudding.


FINISH: there you go, a scrumptious hearty pudding cake that jiggles when u do.

besides the fact that it looked like paint, it was surprising good to munch on. the m&ms created this psychedelic colour contortion but if you can get past that fact, all is good!

we started taking really stupid shots.








my colleagues in order of sane-ness: mel, me, lynda, ian.

me and ian headed to town to catch Iron Man (2008)



no comments on the show cos i'm heading to watch with my boys on friday. they will torture me with medival methods which is alot worse than killing me. but i can't wait to see the boys reactions when

(highlight if u don't mind a spoiler)
iron man first steps out in his suit out of the caves. the gorgeous steel/metal suit. oh and when pepper potts is in her blue dress. the fight sequence was quite disappointing and of course, i can't wait to see their faces when the other iron man (obidiah) comes on from the dark and starts attacking people. AND of course THE moment was when iron man flew for the first time! OK LAH THE MOVIE WAS AWESOME. there i said it. end of spoiler.

we headed to haji by foot to have some nasi padang but opted for overly spicy mee soto of which got me craving for dessert so we walked over to beach road market for belgium waffles but that was closed. so we shopped for a p-cap at army market for jo. then we decided to walk from beach road to desker to see trannies and from desker to owen road for cake.

Domus Cafe is a damn nice tucked away little treasure. On their wall, it says DOMUS stands for Directly Opposite MUStafa which is a outright LIE! it was not only far but confusing and this is coming from a girl who lived in the area for 21 years and has best friends living there for at least 5 years.

when we finally found it, it just took my breath away.

these are interior and one courtyard shot of the place. nicely decorated and very quaint.










nice hor!?

we settled for a Chocolate Pecan Pie with Vanilla Bean I-Scream and A Chocolate Chip Cheesecake with Peanut Butter I-Scream.



it was, really awesome. esp the pecan pie. soft but chewy and the biscotti was baked to perfection. it was buttery and soft but not too soft so it just melts into your mouth. the cheesecake was alright, though it didn't really agree with the peanut butter ice-cream. it was passable, in my opinion. could have used a lighter kind of cheese.

the service, was well pleasant but lacking. the staff were very attentive but kept forgetting our orders. the pinnacle was when one of the waitresses broke a glass behind the counter and yelled something. she apologised very loudly and frantically to the manager. well, as ian said, it's part of service to break a glass but never break the confidence of a customer.

i would say go back again. it was nice, chill, lush. food good, and service could be good. overall damn good exp.

and thanks to ian, i laughed and cam-whored until my mouth hurt.











oh as like get lost thursdays, i archived our walking route.


map courtesy of map.gov.sg

feet. are. shouting. for. mercy.

talent is due.

"john 3:16" by ty.

i've always been a sucker for talent, so as candy likes to say.
guys with talent mainly, be it singing or juggling.

someone once said that everyone has talent but the talented are those who put in that extra grunt to nurture and grow. well, i beg to differ. i think when you can't sing, you can't sing. when you can't draw you can't draw. and if you can't publicly speak, then you can't do a eulogy.

when it comes to talent, i'm completely happy to dish out where credit is due. if you're good, you're good right? say for example, tianyu, a mighty good friend of kenneth. never really met the guy, when i talked to him once, i accidentally hung up the phone on him.

but his talent, phenomenal.

i've seen his work and honestly, the latest one is awesome. Ok, some of you might beg to differ with me on this, because it's an acquired taste.

the picture right on top actually spells out "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life" from John 3:16.

just a bunch of lines eh? it's a font he came up with that each letter is a line in a different direction or angle. putting them together creates a form of art. typography is redirected into a different sort of art now, a wildly fancinating and visual stimulating art piece.

words. now seem so useless.

to illustrate how it works, his website has the entire song "let it be" by the beatles in this font. see video here

you just see his work. he is, well a designer, a photographer and an artist.
and he is talented.

see, there's a difference between "I WILL DO IT" and "I CAN DO IT".
he, can.

go to ty.sg

go to system.ty.sg

all images are original art pieces from tianyu.


talent.

fight club.

"an old chinese couple" by *beeinbloom, deviantart

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

when i'm 64, the beatles

on my way to meet the usuals for timbre last night, i was walking along selegie road and i stopped to wait for the lights to change.

there was an old couple, about 60 - 70 years old. the woman looked like she was a starlet back in her hey days, her hair was a very beautiful ivory and she had skin that wrinkled at the right places. her creases accentuated her timelessness, and she had bold lips.

the man, a quiet looking gentleman with a mysterious allure. he had the saddest eyes, also looked like he was strapping in his day. they were holding hands, (now everybody say awwwww) and waiting for the light to change, as i was.

as i stopped my ipod player to change songs, i realised that they were arguing. nothing written on their faces though, just words to guide me to that conclusion.

ok, granted i was not suppose to listen in (i refuse to say eavesdrop), i could not help but cling on to their every word. the woman, dainty and sharp with her words. the man, careful but firm with his.

the argument, or discussion more like it, carried on across the traffic junction and onto parklane. the woman, now changed her position and chose to hook arms with her husband instead. her arms were a little more flamboyant but her face soft and her words, nurturing.

the man, one hand in his pocket, one hand on his abdomen. he listened for a while but seemed to have a stand on this issue. i could not see his face, i was walking behind them but i could sense every muscle in his body tensed for reflex.

now, this might seem like a rather stalkerish thing to do, but i assure you, i was heading in the same general direction. oh, i was still pretending to listen to my ipod. heh.

finally, we parted ways. by that time, the argument had died down, and the couple seemed rather pleased with the result. the man, firm and daring with his points, the woman, standing up for what she thought was right.

they were arguing about bread.

sunshine or gardenia.
whole meal or white.
high fibre or softer.

bread.

it got me wishing i had someone to argue about silly things to. about which soap to use or who is more trashy - britney or paris, or which type of detergent can leave your clothes whiter than white.

it's that whole idea of comfort. the comfort that you and that someone can talk and comment on everything under the sun. the big things to the tiny things you thought never mattered until you start talking about it. i wish i had someone to have comical teases and careless bitch fights with.

and it's not that i'm looking for drama. these fights should never end in tiffs. these arguments are there to solidify, to compromise and to ignite the relationship. i haven't argued about things that don't really matter.

i guess, it's just a matter of time, before i find someone i can have random fight clubs with.