Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Blast from the Past
Weeks ago, mom stumbled across an old, dusty casette tape which was mysteriously unlabelled, with pink, green and white prints scattered across its surface. You know, one of those casettes of yonder days where we listened to our good ol' Blondie, NKOTB and Abba which those annoying crackly static sounds? Yea, thank goodness for cds and
Anyway, out of curiosity, mom and i then decided to pop it into the player for good measure, to decide whether it was good to go or for keepsakes. As the casette started to roll, high pitched children's chattering emitted from the speakers and caught mom and i off guard. We stared at each other, wondering whether these faceless voices were my sis, bro and i when we were younger. As we proceeded to listen more attentively, i finally recognised on of the voices which was currently crooning - or more like gurgling- a familiar tune, but with alternative lyrics only eu jinn could think up of when he was much younger.
"Twinkle twinkle little star,
How i wonder wonder star,
(Uncomprehensible mumble)
You and i can go to bed."
As mom and i nursed our aching bellies from the racuous laughter, baby eu jinn continued to make really funny and candid snippets of song pieces, including a wierd composition named "Fortita". We recalled that he was actually using the red kiddy recorder and microphone to record his voice but unfortunately, no one taught him which symbol meant stop. So there was actually a snippet in there where jinn actually ran to the bathroom and opened the door while lynn was bathing to ask her. You could actually hear water. How sweet. In addition to that, we also recognised 'ickle lynn's voice making a news reports and interviews with really wierd people, especially a 5-year-old eu jinn who claimed he was 30 instead (after much obvious background prompting from lynn) and loves malaysia very much. Another precious rediscovery was of baby jinn's recitation of all the dinosaur names he knew and remembered very well when he was much younger with precise and crisp pronunciations. Oh, and not forgetting the ear piercing screeches we made while 'negotiating' who gets to use the microphone next.
After we realised we could laugh no more, we mutually agreed that 1) we terrorised the neighbourhood with our incessant bickering and shrieks and laughters 2) eu jinn had in fact, a level of creativity and grasp of the english language way beyond his 5 years of age. Unfortunately, puberty hit and all that's left is a brooding, monosyllabalic tall, dark and handsome chap 3) i was (am?) a big bully and 4) lynn was a mak nenek and still is :P
It's true what mom said, that parents should ENJOY their children while they are young, because you'll definitely miss them when they grow up. Which reminds me, i should invest in a good videocamera and photoalbum.
But at the meantime, anybody knows where i can convert casettes into cds?
Thursday, May 26, 2005
I'm Gonna Be Alright
A huge big thanks to all those who have been my guiding light through this sudden turmoil of mine. You've shown me that nothing can take my happiness and dignity away from me. You shown me my worth. I am truly blessed. It goes on to prove only one thing :
Family are the best friends you're born with;
and
Girlfriends are for life.
I love you all.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Realisation
Listening to : "Chariot" by Gavin DeGraw
Sometimes you wonder how much you're really worth,
And then some jerk appears
Making Cloud 9 seem more than
Just a concoction of sweetness and nuts
Who glazes your life with candy coated hollowness
And null words and desolate promises.
Thanks to him,
Your market value just plunges
All the bloody farkin way.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Fugly
Ok, by the time this post is posted officially on cyber space, this is gonna be old old oooooold news but please, bear with me while i gripe. Thank you.
Raise your hands high in the air. Strike up the band. Sing our sweet voices and cheers to our tequilas for the bad, the guilty and the fugly en fant terrible of cable-tvdom, Sex and the City are finally off our airwaves!! But before i continue, let me also clarify that i was a fan, no doubt, of the much acclaimed sitcom, due to its frankness, its gliteratti, its fashion statements and of course, its obvious explicit content.
But i do digress.
Sex and the City was a conformist sitcom, through and through. But, due to its hot, gripping, intense and touching (puns intended, if any), the controversy was so obliviously embedded that it seemed oh-so-innocent to many, save for the much publicied influences it had on the female psyche on sex and male performance, which left many poor men cursing about the sitcoms existence and empowering influences on the 'fairer sex'.
However, the point i'm getting at is its no-so-pleasant influences the show had on it female audiences. I shall also not mention anything about racecars since something baad happened to some blog about being sued and all for posting some issue about racecars so i shall move on. But, a little teaser for you guys to ponder : of all the sexy foreign lovers Carrie and her gals had, how many Asian men were there? Hint : why didnt the ladies of SATC suffer from Yellow Fever? Are Asian men that bad lovers that they do not deserve to relish some on-air time about their, erm, exoticness? Anyway, that's besides the point. Point is, Carrie and her pooches, intentionally or unintentionally, have greatly revolutionised the girlfriend / friendship / soulsistas scene of recent times.
Fashion. Girl bonding sessions. Margaritas and metropolitans. Guys. Lunches. Clubbing -- the must-have elements of galfriend (note: GALfriend) circles of the 21st century. Or should i say, the post-SATC era. They are the new paragons of the perfect platonic girl-girl relationship. Without them, girlfriends are lets say,merely just plain ol' buddies. For some rather obvious few, they are already SATC-ing, clicking with each other like tap shoes on parquet (ok, bad analogy but anyway). Those with the coolest friends around town. Those with overt public displays of affection (hughugkisskisshowareyoudahling). Those with amazing dress sense and the most microscopic tubes. And those with potentially putrifying nicknames for each other (no offence). I bet there's even a retail outlet named after them, The $4.11 Shop. They throng the local clubs with not one, not two but an beavy of galfriends on their arms. They rule the dancefloor and every hot blooded male's undivided attention with their various erm, talents and attributes. And yet, they still manage to stay sober and prim the next day, meeting up for a cafe latte at the nearest bistro, with not an eyebag in sight or a hair out of place. I'm soo sweeping generalising this but, you get my point.
But, dear producers, have you ever considered about those of us who do not have a clique of galfriends to begin with? Besides forgetting about the Asians, the Rubenesque, the shoeless, the virgins, the sexless and the confused, you have obviously slashed the lone rangers right of the map of Coolville. Ok, most of you must have detected the underlying tone of bitterness in this post so i'll admit : I am under pressure to 'up' my ante as the ubercoolchicgalfriend due to that smart-alec of a show which is not entirely a bad thing, considering the amount of invitations to parties and clubs i'd get henceforth. Yea, yay. I'm sure there are many who would share the same dilemma of never reaaaaalllly having galfriends or never really had a clique to begin with. Yes, i sense your frustration.........galfriend.
As much as we would like to grow old, wrinkly and saggy with our girlfriends and still able to brag about what (or who) we did last night, not all of us will really get to the point of being THAT comfortable about being uncensored with our girlfriends. Not all of us will have that figure or spending power to wear a chi chi Chanel outfit. Not all of us will have galfriends. Heck, not all of us live in New York anyway. SATC might have ended its run on our local airwaves more than a year ago but its influence still rears its fugly head among us.
