Thursday, October 20, 2005

more quiz things

You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

and more:
somehow i didnt figure this one -
You Should Get a PhD in Liberal Arts (like political science, literature, or philosophy)

You're a great thinker and a true philosopher.
You'd make a talented professor or writer.

and i always figured i was a dead log when im asleep:
What Your Sleeping Position Says

You are calm and rational.
You are also giving and kind - a great friend.
You are easy going and trusting.
However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Freddy and the WWF

there was once this boy
lets call him freddy
and freddy had a
really strange problem
whenever he thought of grass his left eyeball would
pop out
and this was rather annoying for freddy
and most inconvenient
so freddy tried to live in a grass free environment
he supported
deforestation and other forms of logging.
ok..SOOO. freddy built for himself
a concrete and glass house
unfortunately for freddy, becos of his support
for deforestation anf other anti-enviromnent laws
he made many enemies
including the WWF, who we all know are pro-wrestlers with a huge heart for
the environment.
these wwf wrestlers break into freddy's concrete and glass
and plant grass and trees and foilage everywhere much to freddy's
his left eyeball popped like it had never done before
annoyed him to no end.
so, he closed his eyes.

the end.

- susie poh, author extra-ordinary!

Monday, October 10, 2005

"Do I sound like Andy Lau?"

That's what an extremely talkative cabby asked me just after he spontaneously burst into a ear shatterin rendition of one of Andy's songs.

But before we go into that, mebbe i should share with you what happened...

Here i am happily seated after a long wait at the UE Square cab stand, with some bloody irritating teenage kids who happened to get in queue just before me. They with their extremely Posuer poses and designer jeans and fashionista wannabe hairdos, were boisterously proclaiming their prowess at luring the opposite sex.

finally a blue comfort cab pops up and i get in and give the cabby specific directions on how to get to my house. It being rush hour and all, so I didnt want to leave it up to him to ketok me for another additional 4 dollars or so by going the obviously more expensive route.

now, don't get me wrong, i'm all supportive of cabbies who attempt to strike up conversations with their passengers. comfort should really train its cabbies to recognise the 3 tell tale signs of when a passenger is not interested in talking.

1) I'm extremely non-responsive
2) I'm having a conversation on my mobile
3) I'm asleep

today, I was non-responsive. But this cabby goes on a tirade about who he thinks is responsible for all the terrorist acts in the world. I shall leave out this portion of this discourse, b'cos nowadays political comments in my country are liable to get one thrown in prison.

THEN. he goes on to extol the virtues of the different sorts of women. at which point i start messaging a friend to call me on my mobile phone to rescue me from having to listen to Dr Phil. mebbe those darn teenage kids would have been better off in this cab and me in the nice merc cab they got. damn.

After 10 minutes or so, he pops a cassette into this tape deck, and starts to sing, loudly, with feeling and slightly tuneless, ok.. more than slightly tuneless, a rendition of some Andy Lau song.
He does it with such gusto too! I'm about to pop my iPod earphones on and crank the dBs up to 1000000millionandthree + 2, when he turns to me and says in hokkien

"Do I sound like Andy Lau?"

Not expecting a comment from me, he goes into a tirade of "compelling arguments"
- I have feeling - I'm Self taught, learnt to sing at a Karaoke place - I have 4 ulcers in my mouth else I would sound even better - even this JC kid who took my cab asked me to sing more.

spare me please.
let me listen to the singapore idols.

and if i can't escape.

...kill me now....

So I paid 12.80 for a 23 minute cabaret.

thanks mr I for calling. and saving me for the last 30 seconds or so.

New things Old

Currently playing on my iTunes, is Queen & Paul Rodgers.

More than a decade after the demise of the most dynamic frontman to front any band and have an equally illustrious solo career, and one of the most important bands of the 20th century are on the road again.

Paul Rodgers, of Free and Bad Company fame, has been called on to wear the mantle of the late, great Freddie M.

So i'm listening to the CD, and immediately, sonically its Queen. Roger/John/Brian are unmistakable. its like they've started where they left off. albeit with a slightly more mellow, mature tone. then paul sets off, and you immediately start with the comparisons.

Paul != Freddie

Never was and never will be. You can't replace Freddie.
But Paul is amazing in his own right. he adds something, but also left me wondering what the band would have been like if Freddie didnt die.

got me thinking... Am I expendable? would my non existence be of any importance to anyone other than my creditors?

Have i been a thorn in your backside?

i hope so :P