Claymationtastic!

What a fun video from The Bees.



Check out their new stuff on their myspace page. Worth waiting for, methinks.

Duh.

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Originally uploaded by sivasothi.

I was browsing through Otterman's flickr stream when I saw a picture of a girl posing with an ipod shuffle.

I thought it was interesting because the day I received my shuffle, I showed it to otterman and he took some pictures with the museums's digital camera. I was so delirious with joy that I even dedicated a post to it. Maybe Otterman did a similar thing with someone else. She looks familiar, except with better skin than I do, nicer hair and double eyelids! Grrrrr...

And I realised (took me about 15 seconds thought). Its just me. Very flattering (and deceptive) angle. Hahahaha.

I like Otterman's camphone already. Takes better pics than my samsung phone. All my spots show up in pictures taken by that one.

Schweeet

Check out the hamburger face. hahaha.
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This is Gwynie! She's coming along to 3 months and its a chubby little one.

This is the 3rd time I've seen her that she's not sleeping. She doesn't eat much, but boy can she sleep.

Seems to be a low fuss baby. No tantrums and loves to smile.

Words are not enough

and I have no excuse. I am sorry. I really am. I was slimy about it and I knew it, even as I lied through my teeth. You gave me a chance, but I took it and lied some more. I blew it. Sorry.

*****

An acquaintance of mine made an observation about me to someone else shortly after I got to know her.

"tgwttihs is a lonely girl". I laughed about it, but I knew she was right. The person whom she told it to agreed as well. I have many friends, sure. But it takes much much more for me to be comfortable with someone. There is always a measure of self reservedness. I am superficial when it comes to friends. Not in the kind of 'Oh darling, kiss kiss' way. I make friends easily. I am socially well adjusted, I get along with people, but my inner circle has always been like a game of temporal musical chairs. I don't lose my good friends, but its always the story of life getting in the way and with that the ebb and flow of human relationships.

Mainly because I've been a rolling stone ( difficult to imagine in a tiny Singapore) and everytime I plonk myself down in a new environment, the here and now take up all my energy. I've been here for so long, and have made firm friends in the university. But its time to move on . Maybe its the stress of the d*********. Maybe its the changing social dynamics within these few floors. I feel myself winding down again.

Slowing down. Getting ready for a rebirth somewhere else. A new life. Somewhere. I don't know where. The wanderlust grows stronger. Where will I go? What will I do?

I'm not very social these days as friends on msn will attest. I don't want to spend too much time chatting. If you want to find out how I am, a two liner will do. I really don't want to flit between windows everytime a new message pops up because it is disruptive. I will try to join you guys for social events, but I can't promise. I would like to, but I need to sit down and not have a life for now so I can have one later.

I hope you understand. See you on the other side.

Big girls are back in fashion again...Hurrah!

or why Mika is channeling Freddie Mercury.

I didn't really quite take to Mika when I first heard Grace Kelly on his myspace page, but I guess I've changed my mind. He's fun to listen to, and probably as camp as Jake Shears (Scissor Sisters). Music pundits hail him as the Sound of 2007. And they are probably right or not too far off. He is different. In a good way but I'm not sure if he will wear off on me with repeated plays.

However, props to him for embracing the big beautiful girl, just like Sir Freddie! Hahahah.. now I don't feel so bad sitting in the lab and feeding my butt while writing up. Ironically, I can imagine doing my piddling 3km run once every gaziilion seconds to his album. Takes the pain away. Because it is mind numbing pop. :P

Enjoy.

Big Girl (You Are Beautiful) ~ Mika

Fat Bottomed Girls ~ Queen

Now we know why

via Divi from the phorum

BACK FROM YET ANOTHER GLOBETROTTING ADVENTURE, INDIANA JONES CHECKS HIS MAIL AND DISCOVERS THAT HIS BID FOR TENURE HAS BEEN DENIED.

BY ANDY F. BRYAN

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January 22, 1939

Assistant Professor Henry "Indiana" Jones Jr.
Department of Anthropology
Chapman Hall 227B
Marshall College

Dr. Jones:

As chairman of the Committee on Promotion and Tenure, I regret to inform you that your recent application for tenure has been denied by a vote of 6 to 1. Following past policies and procedures, proceedings from the committee's deliberations that were pertinent to our decision have been summarized below according to the assessment criteria.

Demonstrates suitable experience and expertise in chosen field:

The committee concurred that Dr. Jones does seem to possess a nearly superhuman breadth of linguistic knowledge and an uncanny familiarity with the history and material culture of the occult. However, his understanding and practice of archaeology gave the committee the greatest cause for alarm. Criticisms of Dr. Jones ranged from "possessing a perceptible methodological deficiency" to "practicing archaeology with a complete lack of, disregard for, and colossal ignorance of current methodology, theory, and ethics" to "unabashed grave-robbing." Given such appraisals, perhaps it isn't surprising to learn that several Central and South American countries recently assembled to enact legislation aimed at permanently prohibiting his entry.

Moreover, no one on the committee can identify who or what instilled Dr. Jones with the belief that an archaeologist's tool kit should consist solely of a bullwhip and a revolver.

Nationally recognized for an effectual program of scholarship or research supported by publications of high quality:

Though Dr. Jones conducts "field research" far more often than anyone else in the department, he has consistently failed to report the results of his excavations, provide any credible evidence of attending the archaeological conferences he claims to attend, or produce a single published article in any peer-reviewed journal. Someone might tell Dr. Jones that in academia "publish or perish" is the rule. Shockingly, there is little evidence to date that Dr. Jones has successfully excavated even one object since he arrived at Marshall College. Marcus Brody, curator of our natural-history museum, assured me this was not so and graciously pointed out several pieces in the collection that he claimed were procured through Dr. Jones's efforts, but, quite frankly, we have not one shred of documentation that can demonstrate the provenance or legal ownership of these objects.

Meets professional standards of conduct in research and professional activities of the discipline:

The committee was particularly generous (and vociferous) in offering their opinions regarding this criterion. Permit me to list just a few of the more troubling accounts I was privy to during the committee's meeting. Far more times than I would care to mention, the name "Indiana Jones" (the adopted title Dr. Jones insists on being called) has appeared in governmental reports linking him to the Nazi Party, black-market antiquities dealers, underground cults, human sacrifice, Indian child slave labor, and the Chinese mafia. There are a plethora of international criminal charges against Dr. Jones, which include but are not limited to: bringing unregistered weapons into and out of the country; property damage; desecration of national and historical landmarks; impersonating officials; arson; grand theft (automobiles, motorcycles, aircraft, and watercraft in just a one week span last year); excavating without a permit; countless antiquities violations; public endangerment; voluntary and involuntary manslaughter; and, allegedly, murder.

Dr. Jones's interpersonal skills and relationships are no better. By Dr. Jones's own admission, he has repeatedly employed an underage Asian boy as a driver and "personal assistant" during his Far East travels. I will refrain from making any insinuations as to the nature of this relationship, but my intuition insists that it is not a healthy one, nor one to be encouraged. Though the committee may have overstepped the boundaries of its evaluation, I find it pertinent to note that Dr. Jones has been romantically linked to countless women of questionable character, an attribute very unbecoming of a Marshall College professor. One of these women was identified as a notorious nightclub singer whose heart he attempted to extract with his hands, and whom he then tried, and failed, to lower into a lake of magma. Another was a Nazi scholar he was seen courting just last year who, I'm told, plummeted into a fathomless abyss at Dr. Jones's hand. And, of course, no one can forget the slow decline and eventual death of Professor Abner Ravenwood after Dr. Jones's affair with Abner's underage daughter was made public, forcing her to emigrate to Nepal to escape the debacle.

Demonstrates successful record in undergraduate and graduate teaching:

In his nine years with the department, Dr. Jones has failed to complete even one uninterrupted semester of instruction. In fact, he hasn't been in attendance for more than four consecutive weeks since he was hired. Departmental records indicate Dr. Jones has taken more sabbaticals, sick time, personal days, conference allotments, and temporary leaves than all the other members of the department combined.

The lone student representative on the committee wished to convey that, besides being an exceptional instructor, a compassionate mentor, and an unparalleled gentleman, Dr. Jones was extraordinarily receptive to the female student body during and after the transition to a coeducational system at the college. However, his timeliness in grading and returning assignments was a concern.

Establishment of an appropriate record of departmental and campus service:

Dr. Jones's behavior on campus has led not only to disciplinary action but also to concerns as to the state of his mental health. In addition to multiple instances of public drunkenness, Dr. Jones, on three separate occasions, has attempted to set fire to the herpetology wing of the biology department. Perhaps most disturbing, however, are the statements that come directly from Dr. Jones's mouth. Several faculty members maintain that Dr. Jones informed them on multiple occasions of having discovered the Ark of the Covenant, magic diamond rocks, and the Holy Grail! When asked to provide evidence for such claims, he purportedly replied that he was "kind of immortal" and/or muttered derogatory statements about the "bureaucratic fools" running the U.S. government. Given his history with the Nazi Party, I fear where his loyalty lies.

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To summarize, the committee fails to recognize any indication that Dr. Jones is even remotely proficient when it comes to archaeological scholarship and practice. His aptitude as an instructor is questionable at best, his conduct while abroad is positively deplorable, and his behavior on campus is minimally better. Marshall College has a reputation to uphold. I need not say more.

My apologies,

Prof. G.L. Stevens
Chairman

Edit: I just had a look at this post banged out in ten minutes last night. I really should try to proof read properly before i hit the 'publish' button. Plus, some things I want to write about, but didn't occur to me then. I don't have the time to do it though, so apologies for the jerky reading and I'll get to it when I have time.

A quick post before I run off to catch the last bus. Man, I should start staying over again. I am going to try out 143 tonight. Mr. D told me that it runs very late, so I'll be walking back with him later.

Over rum and coke with M just now, we discussed music and I told her that I really like Jack Johnson's Wrong Turn, taken off the soundtrack of the film Curious George.

Why do I like it? I think its a bittersweet sad song with a significance that applies to kids from age 4 to 99. Whether its a child mourning the loss of his playground mate or an adult going through the hurt of the demise of a what used to be beautiful relationship because someone, for some reason, has changed. And while (s)he's sad about it and wants very much for it go back to what it was, s(he) finally decides and realises that its no use waiting for his friend and moves on, albeit sadly.

How long has it been on your mind? Do you think about it when we laugh?

It's a song very much in the style of my favourite author, Shel Silverstein. Children's books with messages that teaches you how to live your life. We are missing pieces waiting for someone to come along that has a place to fit us in. But not too well lest we forget who we are and roll along too fast to take time to smell the flowers or talk to the earthworm. We are missing pieces waiting for the big O to roll along, so that we may roll alongside with the big O and transform from an awkward wedge to a tiny O with smooth edges, rolling along with the big O, but still complete within ourselves.

That's why I love uncle Shelly.

And I'll wait here a while
Just long enough to be sure
That you didn't make a wrong turn
And I'll wait long enough
Maybe an hour or two
Before I decide it wasn't me, it was you
It wasn't me it was you

Wrong Turn - Jack Johnson

Retarded things

So A and I dropped by the convenience store after dinner. We didn't have money on us and I gave him my last four dollars to buy a plate of fried rice (second round. The first barely filled up 1/3 of his stomach).

Bought myself a Cornetto, and he picked out a drink. I was going to pay in via nets. It turned out that a minimum purchase of $5 is required for NETS payment. The clerk told me this and I turned around and randomly picked out some sweets. It was close, but no cigar. We were still below $5. 25 cents short, to be exact. It should have been easy picking out something to top up the amount. But nooooo.. I had to go pick out the most expensive chocolate bar type confection, packing in at $2. didn't even put the candy back on the shelf. Maybe I wasn't thinking at all.

No prizes who got the chocolate bar (Boost! Yay!) and who is munching nimm2 candy.

Anyway. This is a bo liao post because the Dragon Lady told the blog is down, so er... anyway.. what was I saying. I'm not sure anymore.