October 10, 2009
NASA was obviously fanboying Le Voyage Dans la Lune

NASA was obviously fanboying Le Voyage Dans la Lune

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October 9, 2009
thedailywhat: Dalek Jack-o’-Lantern of the Day: Treat or exterminate. [via.] !!!

thedailywhat:

Dalek Jack-o’-Lantern of the Day: Treat or exterminate.

[via.]

!!!

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October 8, 2009
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

To Be Young (Is To Be Sad, Is To Be High) by Ryan motherfuckin’ Adams.

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askjerves: on the floor at the UNFCCC (framework convention on climate change), the white signs are for the countries that never ratified the Kyoto Protocol. only three countries—the US, Brunei, and San Marino—have white signs. more than a little embarrassing. What a very pointed method! It’s like giving the dunce cap in class, except with a touch of global.

askjerves:

on the floor at the UNFCCC (framework convention on climate change), the white signs are for the countries that never ratified the Kyoto Protocol. only three countries—the US, Brunei, and San Marino—have white signs. more than a little embarrassing.

What a very pointed method! It’s like giving the dunce cap in class, except with a touch of global.

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October 7, 2009

Kevin McHale (Artie) does this thing where he breaks my heart when he sings.

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It is a combination of healthy and unhealthy, artificial and natural, crunchy and soft. It looks light, wiggling slightly when shaken. The taste of the once crunchy biscuit disappears once it enters your mouth, dominated instead by the soft cream and fruits, combining together into a fine texture playing about with your taste buds. Maybe. I’ve never actually eaten the thing.

It is a combination of healthy and unhealthy, artificial and natural, crunchy and soft. It looks light, wiggling slightly when shaken. The taste of the once crunchy biscuit disappears once it enters your mouth, dominated instead by the soft cream and fruits, combining together into a fine texture playing about with your taste buds.

Maybe. I’ve never actually eaten the thing.

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Strawberry Fields Memorial, Central Park West, New York. This plaque names the 121 countries identifying Strawberry Fields as a Garden of Peace, due to John Lennon’s dedication to peace efforts.

Strawberry Fields Memorial, Central Park West, New York.

This plaque names the 121 countries identifying Strawberry Fields as a Garden of Peace, due to John Lennon’s dedication to peace efforts.

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October 6, 2009
BT: Female Writers and Multiple Challenges

“So many Bruneians now read the Internet through their PCs and smart phones, but how many of them write, especially write books?”

Here’s the huge problem when it comes to being a writer in Brunei. It isn’t about the market, it’s about who you are. By this, I am referring to books that has been marketed. Remember that wonderful anthology: Punched Lines? I received that book as an award for a writing competition I won when I was 16. It wasn’t until years later did I discover the status each Bruneian writer who was involved had: they all came from a prestigious family. Although I praise them for breaking out that social stigma, the problem is still at the fact that they were noticed because of their family. I, as a struggling writer who is dedicated to getting published, have no one in my family who could possibly help me with this. My father is a normal Joe, my mother is a regular Jane. My parents enjoy being under the radar, hence I have to do everything from scratch. It’s a turn off for me to write a book since I’m the only dedicated audience.

What I love about Hjh Norsiah’s story is the very fact that she came from a family background of lower middle class. Everyone in that family is doing really well now (except one Abdullah currently in Singapore battling cancer. Har, har, I kid, I kid*). She constructed her own networking, and managed to write a book that has been praised. And you know what? When I do get the chance to be super serious about my writing (by that, I mean even more serious than I currently am, borderline nutso), I’m not even going to name drop her. It’s just not how I roll. I’d rather make my own struggling story; most of them would probably involve debaucherous eating and lying down on the bed with a notebook munching on gummy bears… which you know, isn’t that dramatic to begin with.

* I’m going to be spending a few extra years in hell for this.

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October 5, 2009

Super famous

I’ve been meaning to write this (true) story for a while now, but never gotten around to doing it.

I had around four hours to kill when I landed at San Francisco International Airport from San Diego. I went inside the terminal, munched on chocolates and an egg sandwich, at the same time praising at how delicious my apple juice was (my written travel journal indicate so). After discovering that there isn’t much to do in SFO, I went to my gate and sat down.

Next to me were an eccentric trio. One man was tall, with long hair tied in a pony tail covered by a cowboy hat. The woman was equally tall, wearing hippy clothings with her single braid tied into chaos. The last man was somewhat familiar. Short hair, an earring dangling on one ear, rose tinted glasses, and outlandish shiny red sneakers, almost giving the impression that they’re cladded in rubies. I’ve seen this man before, but I couldn’t put my finger on where I’ve seen him. Whether or not he was famous, I couldn’t really tell. His garments looked extravagant enough to warrant him some sort of popularity attached to his name, but alas, I ignored him and read a book.

It wasn’t until a girl—Chinese, obviously Singaporean—started eyeing the man two rows away from where we were sitting that I decided the he was famous. I continued to ignore him, until said girl stood up from her seat and walked over to him. She flushed as she greeted him, saying, “I’m sorry, sir. I really don’t want to bother you, but I really have to get your autograph.” He signed something, and took a picture with her. She left, a huge smile on her face as she took out her phone to text someone (her friends, no doubt.) I decided that he’s probably some famous Internet personnel, or maybe someone that’s been ducking under my radar since I ignore popular culture.

Whatevs, I figured, I won’t be seeing him once I get inside the plane anyway. If his shiny shoe was any indication, he probably can buy twice the amount of first class seats than he needs.

That’s where I was wrong. The trio sat in front of me in the plane. IN FRONT OF ME AT THE ECONOMY CLASS.

The steward switched my seat to the next section because it was empty (and there were two people next to me, making it crowded). I obliged, so I sat three seats away from my original seat. I don’t want to sit behind some famous person who is too cheap to get seats in the First Class.

I slept throughout the ride to Incheon (S. Korea), and woke up fresh from having the most sleep I’ve had since Comic-Con. We landed, and everyone stood up to go outside. While waiting for the plane’s door to open, Mr Famous took out a picture (a head shot), signed it, and handed it to the kid sitting in front of me for no reason at all. The kid’s parents stifled their laughter, whispering to one another at how ridiculous the situation was. I peeked at the paper in the kid’s hand.

There I saw it, and my suspicion from SFO was right: A freaking Elton John impersonator.

And the very first thing I wanted to do was find the girl at the airport earlier, and break the news to her.

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October 4, 2009

Lady Gaga medley on SNL.

(SO GOOD!)

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