House of Wax (1953) is playing and there is no hint that it is supposed to be a horror flick. Dad says the evil guy looks more like the Phantom of the Opera. I think these old classics are meant to be appreciated for their artistic value unlike the shock value of horror films today. I mean, the only thing I remember about House of Wax (2005) is the way Paris Hilton's character died with the pole through her forehead.
Old horror films just have that nice vintage feel, with classical music setting the background. Downside is that they are not horrifying at all.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Laughing With
Absolutely adore Regina Spektor.
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor
No one laughs at God when the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from that party yet
No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake
No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken
No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door and they say, "We've got some bad new, sir"
No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke
God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they got and they don't know what for
No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one's laughing at God when they're saying their goodbyes
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke
God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God in a hospital
No one's laughing at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
We're all laughing with God
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor
No one laughs at God when the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from that party yet
No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake
No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken
No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door and they say, "We've got some bad new, sir"
No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke
God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they got and they don't know what for
No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one's laughing at God when they're saying their goodbyes
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke
God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God in a hospital
No one's laughing at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
We're all laughing with God
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Playing Chef
Pumpkin soup
Vegetable pasta
Cheesy indeedyAfter years and years of vowing to cook something for the family, I've finally done it! Well, not by myself but together with Adelia, Ken and with a little help from Aggie. A baby step, but a step nonetheless.
All under 2 hours. Even with 3 pairs of hands. Probably not my calling.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Father's Day 2011 Card
Inside jokes because he's flying to NZ, because he loves his Mr No boxers, was obsessed with a bead necklace and told us a joke about dogs soon to fly planes.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Jump Into A Puddle Book
I think that the best part about getting old is reminiscing about the good old days. That warm fuzzy feeling you get when you remember the fun times in childhood, the memories that have been glossed over and which now are looked back upon fondly with your gold-tinted glasses (yeah I made up that phrase). I'm just saying that things you didn't appreciate in the past suddenly become so special now that you're older and they're nowhere to be found again.
Was bonding over this with my sister and cousin. We were trying really hard to recall all the old computer games we used to obsess over. Looking at Jaydon today who's addicted to Angry Birds, we felt that the games we used to play seemed more wholesome and meaningful. I remember how Adelia used to be just as clingy as Jaydon. She used to pester me to accompany her to watch things like Pocahontas, Beauty & The Beast and especially The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe which I happened to hate very much. I was also always forced (well, I probably gave in very easily considering I'm a pushover) to play The Lion King game packs with her, or try out her Lode Runner levels she created. And in the mornings we were forced to watch Madeleine or Dora The Explorer because she was ruler of the television.
It's like having flashbacks, the kind you see in movies where the actor gets flashes of images running through his mind. And here I thought movies were always fictitious, just artistic representations of real life occurrences. I literally am having flashes of pictures appearing in my head but I can't grasp onto it. It's the same way I wake up from an awesome dream and it's so vivid. I go to the loo and vow to remember it again when I next wake up so I can go through it and dissect it and marvel at the wonderful phenomenon called dreaming. But the next time I wake up, all that's left are bits and pieces.
I digress.
So far, by a monstrous combined effort, I've managed to collect these computer game/show titles from my memory:
Puddle Books - Yolanda Yellsalot, Baxter's Birthday, My Dog Harris, Fuzzooly Family (This first series was a real pain in the ass to track down)
Putt Putt & Fatty Bear - Activity Pack, Putt-putt Goes To The Moon, Fatty Bear's Birthday Surprise
Arthur & D.W - Arthur's Reading Race
Barbie Fashion Designer
Where On Earth/In Time/In The World Is Carmen Sandiego
The more I dig up, the longer the list gets. It's virtually uncountable. Hard to conceive how much media I was exposed to as a child. And it's such an amazing feeling to relive these experiences which were such a huge part of my growing up.
Was bonding over this with my sister and cousin. We were trying really hard to recall all the old computer games we used to obsess over. Looking at Jaydon today who's addicted to Angry Birds, we felt that the games we used to play seemed more wholesome and meaningful. I remember how Adelia used to be just as clingy as Jaydon. She used to pester me to accompany her to watch things like Pocahontas, Beauty & The Beast and especially The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe which I happened to hate very much. I was also always forced (well, I probably gave in very easily considering I'm a pushover) to play The Lion King game packs with her, or try out her Lode Runner levels she created. And in the mornings we were forced to watch Madeleine or Dora The Explorer because she was ruler of the television.
It's like having flashbacks, the kind you see in movies where the actor gets flashes of images running through his mind. And here I thought movies were always fictitious, just artistic representations of real life occurrences. I literally am having flashes of pictures appearing in my head but I can't grasp onto it. It's the same way I wake up from an awesome dream and it's so vivid. I go to the loo and vow to remember it again when I next wake up so I can go through it and dissect it and marvel at the wonderful phenomenon called dreaming. But the next time I wake up, all that's left are bits and pieces.
I digress.
So far, by a monstrous combined effort, I've managed to collect these computer game/show titles from my memory:
Puddle Books - Yolanda Yellsalot, Baxter's Birthday, My Dog Harris, Fuzzooly Family (This first series was a real pain in the ass to track down)
Putt Putt & Fatty Bear - Activity Pack, Putt-putt Goes To The Moon, Fatty Bear's Birthday Surprise
Arthur & D.W - Arthur's Reading Race
Barbie Fashion Designer
Where On Earth/In Time/In The World Is Carmen Sandiego
The more I dig up, the longer the list gets. It's virtually uncountable. Hard to conceive how much media I was exposed to as a child. And it's such an amazing feeling to relive these experiences which were such a huge part of my growing up.
Lobster Baby
Normally wouldn't share low-res photos but the above Halloween costume is just too adorbz!
Just had Father's Day dinner at a seafood place. I fought the battle against the lobster and aside from some minor injuries, came out victorious. It was full on lobster demolition tonight. Paid my dues and finished up everything.
Since Adelia, Athalie and I sat separately from the older folks, all we had was lobster and some tofu. We decided to head to Ikea for RM1 hot dogs (which by the way has inflated to RM2 hot dogs for those who might be as affected by this tragedy as I am).
We were walking out when we had this conversation.
Me (looking at Ath) : Eh, I don't have any money.
Ath (looking at Ade): I don't have any money.
Ade: I also don't have any money.
And we had to walk back to get money from Mom.
When we arrived at Ikea we realized we weren't hungry anymore so we strolled over to a mall directory. There we weighed and compared the nutritional value of an Ikea hot dog vs. an Ikea curry puff vs. a Baskin Robbins ice cream cone.
We left with one sugar-laden BR junior cone in hand each.
KLCC
I tend to generalize that most people have visited the Petronas Twin Towers. As dutiful hostess to people who visit my house, I ask out of courtesy if they want to go to KLCC. Everyone always tells me 'Nah, it's okay, I've been there.'
So you can imagine my utter shock that my own precious aunt claims never to have gone near the landmark. Nobody at home believed it either. We started mockingly berating my mother for having been so neglectful of her sister.
Today we made a trip to KLCC just for Sa-ee's sake. Ended up being quite taxing an experience. First of all, all the toilets were all out of order. Mama queued for about half an hour before she could get into the Ladies. We thought she'd fainted or something inside. Jaydon went to pee and there was no water to wash his hands. He spent the rest of the day in discomfort, with his hands awkward and claw like. And Mom got mad at the Parkson cashiers for not knowing how to operate some point redemption system. She already knew they didn't know how to work it but she insisted on going to another cashier counter and yelling at a second batch of employees. -.-'
After she got all the ranting out of her system, she was back to old smiley Mommy. All fear mother dear.
So you can imagine my utter shock that my own precious aunt claims never to have gone near the landmark. Nobody at home believed it either. We started mockingly berating my mother for having been so neglectful of her sister.
Today we made a trip to KLCC just for Sa-ee's sake. Ended up being quite taxing an experience. First of all, all the toilets were all out of order. Mama queued for about half an hour before she could get into the Ladies. We thought she'd fainted or something inside. Jaydon went to pee and there was no water to wash his hands. He spent the rest of the day in discomfort, with his hands awkward and claw like. And Mom got mad at the Parkson cashiers for not knowing how to operate some point redemption system. She already knew they didn't know how to work it but she insisted on going to another cashier counter and yelling at a second batch of employees. -.-'
After she got all the ranting out of her system, she was back to old smiley Mommy. All fear mother dear.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Notes To Self
- No more shopping
- Keep hair away from scissors until 2012
- No more McDonald's
- No more Indomee after 12am
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Daddy Air Mail
It's the holidays and it's full on non stop online TV action! Favourite shows coming back (too embarrassed to name them), movies all night long on Funshion, night becomes day, day becomes night, worries are far away. Ah, this is the life.
What I really wanted to mention was my Dad. Been looking around the house and the products we use and I realize there's a connection to my father and his current travel routes. When he first started going to Brisbane, we kept eating chicken, beef and lamb pies, the frozen kinds you heat up. It's like he goes somewhere and finds something he likes, or is told is popular and suddenly the whole family is roped into that phase.
After the pie period, he started going to Perth and when we mentioned we liked these grain chips we had there, it became Grain Waves season. Every single time he came back from Australia, it was more Grain Waves until we just couldn't eat them all in time for the next batch. He was so diligent about it that even when the bags of chips popped open in the high altitude, he stapled them close to save them for us.
Lately, he started going to India. The whole family was introduced to Himalaya facial products. In fact, every single toilet and dressing table in my KL home now is covered with Himalaya, either eye cream, facial wash, facial moisturiser or whatever you can think of.
I guess it's great, and convenient, if not a bit obsessive. And it comes from a good place. I still remember how sensitive he got that we didn't like the dresses/handbags he bought from France. We had to keep reassuring him that they were great and we were using them, just that he hasn't seen us in them. More proof that my whole family is sensitive to the max. Geez.
What I really wanted to mention was my Dad. Been looking around the house and the products we use and I realize there's a connection to my father and his current travel routes. When he first started going to Brisbane, we kept eating chicken, beef and lamb pies, the frozen kinds you heat up. It's like he goes somewhere and finds something he likes, or is told is popular and suddenly the whole family is roped into that phase.
After the pie period, he started going to Perth and when we mentioned we liked these grain chips we had there, it became Grain Waves season. Every single time he came back from Australia, it was more Grain Waves until we just couldn't eat them all in time for the next batch. He was so diligent about it that even when the bags of chips popped open in the high altitude, he stapled them close to save them for us.
Lately, he started going to India. The whole family was introduced to Himalaya facial products. In fact, every single toilet and dressing table in my KL home now is covered with Himalaya, either eye cream, facial wash, facial moisturiser or whatever you can think of.
I guess it's great, and convenient, if not a bit obsessive. And it comes from a good place. I still remember how sensitive he got that we didn't like the dresses/handbags he bought from France. We had to keep reassuring him that they were great and we were using them, just that he hasn't seen us in them. More proof that my whole family is sensitive to the max. Geez.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Quotable Quotes by Jaydon
In the cab home:
Cab driver: Where to?
Jaydon: I don't know, because I'm not from this country. So I don't know the address.
At the playground:
Jaydon: Excuse me, I don't know how to speak Malay because I am not from this country.
Malay boy: Oh, I speak English.
Jaydon to Mom (awestruck expression): They can speak English!
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In other news, I am shagged out from chasing after Jaydon playing Freeze and Melt.
Cab driver: Where to?
Jaydon: I don't know, because I'm not from this country. So I don't know the address.
At the playground:
Jaydon: Excuse me, I don't know how to speak Malay because I am not from this country.
Malay boy: Oh, I speak English.
Jaydon to Mom (awestruck expression): They can speak English!
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In other news, I am shagged out from chasing after Jaydon playing Freeze and Melt.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Gals and Pals
Last week of school starting and all I can think of is 'Boy, I really hope there's a beach party with awesome music to dance to when I go to Phuket.'
Miss my gal pals. I used to think I operate better with guys, the exception being D'Gang of girls back home. I think that I just click better with whoever's more easy going. Where I don't have to be too prim and proper, dainty and polite. I like being loud and rowdy, not girly and cutesy.
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Not sure where I honed the bad habit of comparing my life with others, but even today I am plagued by it. I'm a classic victim of the grass is greener on the other side, and it's hard for me to truly feel happy for another person, unless I tell myself that things aren't always as good as they seem (for the other person). So I learn to surrender, and I cling on to 1 Cor 13: 4-8 so I can try to desire the best for others.
But every now and then some things hit close to home. Things I wanted but I've told myself I don't need. Things I've experienced that I want to forget. Memories that hit with full potency. You can't un-know what you already know.
So you gotta do what you gotta do. You tell yourself, the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
Miss my gal pals. I used to think I operate better with guys, the exception being D'Gang of girls back home. I think that I just click better with whoever's more easy going. Where I don't have to be too prim and proper, dainty and polite. I like being loud and rowdy, not girly and cutesy.
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Not sure where I honed the bad habit of comparing my life with others, but even today I am plagued by it. I'm a classic victim of the grass is greener on the other side, and it's hard for me to truly feel happy for another person, unless I tell myself that things aren't always as good as they seem (for the other person). So I learn to surrender, and I cling on to 1 Cor 13: 4-8 so I can try to desire the best for others.
But every now and then some things hit close to home. Things I wanted but I've told myself I don't need. Things I've experienced that I want to forget. Memories that hit with full potency. You can't un-know what you already know.
So you gotta do what you gotta do. You tell yourself, the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
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