the ongoing socio-scientific experiment

i thought since i now look kinda handicapped, i thought i’d try a little socio-scientific experiment, on our much-lauded local public transport system no less.

at the beginning, when the abrasion on my left arm still hurt a hell lot such that it was terribly unbearable, i had to wrap it up using a. soft padded absorbent thingy PLUS b. larger waterproof padded absorbent thingy PLUS c. bandage.

my left arm looked like it was so ridiculously swollen.

and yet, amazingly, in this sorry-looking state, i carried on going for my practical driving lessons.

i travel to the driving centre on the local (crowded, but hey, it’s world-class status!) bus.

i was stupidly thinking, i must look so terribly sorry enough for people to want to give up their seats to me on the bus.

considering

a. my left arm looked so totally swollen it looked like it was going to explode any moment.

b. my arm was all bandaged and plastered up, i looked like i was in no condition to grab hold onto anything to keep my balance if i were allowed to stand throughout the bus journey.

so i bravely decided to embark on my socio-scientific experiment which will definitely benefit mankind.

i started off with the hypothesis that people will give up their seats to you if you look sorry and hopeless enough.

i tested my hypotheses using the casual glance (which may heighten into a fierce glare any moment) approach.

the steps taken were as follows:

1. get onto a crowded bus at peak hour (approx. 1730hrs)

2. fumble while tapping ezlink card (start looking pathetic already!)

3. proceed slowly towards the seats, and glance furtively and sadly, looking like you’re in desperate need of a seat or else you will fall down and look even more bandaged and pathetic than you already are.

NOTE: if no one is kind enough to give up their seats yet, then proceed cautiously to step 4 and beyond.

4. pick a position to stand (since no one want to let me sit) and stare down at the person directly beneath you. stare viciously, yet sorrowfully ( know it’s hard, but hey, i can act!)

NOTE: if the person still doesn’t give way, proceed sorrily to step 5

5. STARE VICIOUSLY until it’s time to alight, and then alight saying “people nowadays, no sense of courtesy *tsktsk*

NOTE: when saying “people nowadays, all no sense of courtesy *tsktsk* i did try to say it in a low but yet slightly audible tone, but i kept my head low, so no one would ever be able to recognise me ever again.

the result of the socio-scientific experiment was that my hypothesis was proven wrong.

i think the result is because:

1. some variables were not kept ceteris paribus e.g. intelligence level and attractiveness of subjects i tested the above hypothesis on – some were uglier, fatter, dumber-looking and more short-sighted than others

2. bus drivers were also a factor which constrained my (brilliant, if i say so myself) acting skills – some bus drivers drove in an F1 manner such that if i were to really act like my hands were so helpless and weak, i would now be typing this in the safety andcomfort of a hospital bed.

3. no one takes much notice of other passengers even though they may be all squashed up on a crowded bus.

NOTE to self: wait till next time i injure myself even more seriously, i will try to test this hypothesis again.

freaky friday five (of things gone wrong)

1. went shopping again. basket. considering my current circumstances a. i have no income, and b. there is a regular rapid outflow of cash from my bank account because i’m learning driving currently, topped with c. i just spent 230 bucks last week on my very first gee*star purchase. i’m so f*cked it’s not funny.2. i bought a nice yellow armani exchange top which i like very much! (which is actually not very freaky in nature, but a tad freaky – hey, i never buy armani exchange because i can never seem to afford it!

3. i bought a nice new white hundred percent cotton tee from donnakarennewyork for the boyfriend – which is freaky cos a. it costs more than my armaniexchange top. twice the amount, to be absolutely exact to the cent. ie. i spent more on the boyfriend than on myself. freaky nuff.4. today a record number of people asked me about my current wrapped up status – a grand total of TWO. which is freaky, because on every day so far, the record has only stood at a grand number of ONE. 

5. it’s the official last weekday of the sem hols – F R E A K I E S T ! because i have done nothing this whole week except examine my gross wounds and re-wrapping them day after day.

the abrasion chronicles dayfour

so i thought i’d journal in photos of the abrasions, you know, just cos it’s quite a memorable experience.

the photo above is of my left elbow. it looks kinda gross, with the pus oozing out about 2mm thick. but hey, on sunday the day itseld, it was blood oozing out 2mm thick.

and this is just what is looks like all wrapped up in some waterproof thingy so i can shower and wash my hands without fear of pain. but honestly, even beneath this supposedly cushion thingy, it still hurts damn bad.

and this is my right elbow. it’s not as serious as the left, just a minor abrasion, but still photoworthy.other random minor abrasions on my left knee, left thigh, and an evern minor-er abrasion that has scarred my pearl (it’s actually really light grey) croc aspens are not so photoworthy, but still existent.

and it took me only till today, day four no less, that i suddenly realised that there will probably be a big awful ugly scar on my left elbow to mark this tragic flying incident which is even more tragic in nature than the wright brothers’ first fluke flight.

and guess what, i didn’t cry at all the whole of sunday, but i teared and got so terribly frightened at the thought of the potentiall hideous scar today.

damn, i’m vain.

i flew.

i really did.

just yesterday, on a sudden whim, boyfriend and i decided to go cyclng and exploring.

when we were approaching this steep downward slope, this buncha teens who have probably not experienced a single funeral in their entire life, sped past me and whizzed down the slope.

after they passed me and all stopped at the bottom of the slope, i went “OH FUCK” for the first time down the slope.

halfway down, and they were still parked at the bottom of the slope, i knew i wasn’t gonna make it.

i yelled “OHFUCK-OHFUCK-OHFUCK-OHFUCK-OHFUCK-OHFUCK..” on and on and on.

and then somehow, i managed to fly off my bike and fling it away at the same time.

i was damn lucky the 2 cyclists who were behind me who were also facing the same steep downward slope, did not crash into me and run me over.

i crashed forward onto the ground, with my chest hitting the ground with a huge bang.

grazed the usual parts – knees thighs elbows.

went to see a doc just to make sure i didnt have internal bleeding or any broken ribs and *woohooo!* got an MC.

whatthehell.

but anyways, i learned a few things that day:

1. i was right, you know. my first thought after i flew and realised that damn there was no way i could hide the injuries from my mum, i went “OHFUCK she’s bound to think i fell off the boyfriend’s motorbike”. and i was right you know. 

2. i was right too, you know, when i was thinking if my mum would be heartless enough, to worry about me beyond my injuries, and worry about the mode of transport *godforbid-motorbike!* sans-flying. damn, she’s heartless.

3. i have a sixth sense, i really do! just before we headed cycling, my left lid twitched continuously for quite a while. i ignored it, and damn, now i realise i shouldn’t have. so now i know, when my left lid twitches, i should just hide at home beneath my comfy blankie and hibernate until tomorrow comes – if it does come, that is.

4. flying is not a good feeling.

5. no more cycling for me. 

the banquet

saw the banquet over the weekend.

overall i liked it very much indeed.

technically, still lacking.

focus was soft for an exceeding number of shots, namely the ECUs.

focuspuller was also late for some shots when there was movement.

then at the finale banquet scene, there was GAIN, my god.

so i guess it’s true us Asians are still not on par yet with Hollywood.

read a review on this movie today that raved on and on about geisha*ziyizhang.

not a fan, was never a fan, and i still aint impressed.

i walked out of the theatre, and one of my first few comments to the boyfriend was “wah, she actually quite fat, and her complexion also not that fantastic”

hahahahaha.

and i was and still is a fan of *zhou*x*un!

i think she is oh so beautiful.

felt she had quite a shitty role that doesn’t do her acting much justice, but hey, she did good, and she looked stunning.

she’d upstaged a certain geisha, in my opinion.

loved the emperor too – he’s familiar! he was a funny emperor in some other movie, no?

liked the plot too, very twisting and turning, and quite chockful of surprises.

the sinister plotting, and how everyone and anyone could and wanted to be king.

and what i loved most about the movie, has got to be its martial arts choreography and art direction.

merged the beauty of dance and music with the fighting sequences.

reminded me of hero and worldwithoutthieves.

absolutely beautiful.

and then i was in awe at the set and the costumes and the makeup.

just feel that, there’ve been so many period fighting epics, and each has managed to distinguish itself from others, namely because of art direction.

each has its own distinct special costumes, makeup and set.

this one went for a traditional chinese regal look.

the set was predominantly black and gold.

ladies had a distinct makeup, with long flowy costumes that were shapeless yet enhanced the female form.

beautiful.

so despite the little technical glitches, i loved theBanqu*t.

brushing away the cobwebs

stuff to write about when i am no longer lazy:

1. review of hard*candy

2. review of lucky*number*sliven

3. review of a wild sheep chase

what i’m busy with now:

1. year long project

2. reading newspapers/tabloids

3. reading south of the border west of the sun

4. learning driving

what i will be busy with when i’m done with the above:

1. year long project

2. sign contract and get my sorry ass to work

3. read sputnik sweetheart

4. really drive

made some calls today to friends from two years ago, and i was pleasantly surprised! yippee!

just for today, the world is filled with love, and the sweet cotton candy skies and fluffy marshmellow clouds were smiling at me!

and in case the sun and happiness gets too glaring, i got me new bling shades

dragon tiger gate

was actually pretty good.

i liked the action sequences.

and i must say, strange, but all shots of Donnie Yen make him look so hunkalicious.

what boyfriend had to say in response to this observation of mine was “of course what, he action choreographer lehhhhh”

oh, and the Rosa in this show, has got to be the hottest person name Rosa EVER.

liked the action choreography very much.

esp the Japanese restaurant scene, where everything/everyone was interconnected.

read reports about Shawn*Yue injuring himself with the nunchaku, and submitting himself to rigorous training for this movie, but his role was so peripheral, bordering on redundancy.

and his action sequences so minimal, i wonder what the hooha about his injuries and training was all about.

what a pansy.

and like what the martial arts instructor told his character, (i quote loosely) “those kids are better than him [you]“

plot is of no concern to me for this film.

i mean, there is a clear plot, definitely, a bit ridiculous, maybe a bit flimsy too, but hey, worked for me.

tokyo drift

i just wanna say, this was a non-movie.

i had a slight tiff with the boyfriend because of this movie.

he loved it and ai hated it.

plot was bad, acting was bad, production quality was bad.

i don’t understand how a scene shot in bright daylight, with minimal action, can be shot with GAIN.

only saving grace was OH-SO-HOT Han *droool*

for an action flick, the action sequences were boring and formulaic.

after Han died, i seriously considered walking out of the movie theatres.

most of the cuts or shots were not what i wanted to see.

sure, sometimes i’d wanted to see closeups of the wheels, closeup lockshots of the drifting.

but after a while, it got boring.

sometimes it was confusing too.

like when there were races, they would cut from one face to the other face, and then i would be confused and lost and can’t figure out the geography of the 2 cars to each other.

sometimes also i’d rather have wanted a wider 2 shot to see the cars in relation to each other.

hey, it’s afterall a race …

preferred the initial*D formula, whereby they’d cut from face, to leg to hand, to wider shot, then to the other face, hand, leg again.

better buildup, and much clearer geography, in my opinion.

but boyfriend preferred this tokyo style, said he was always very clear who was leading in the races, the expressions on the (bad acting) faces was anough for him.

he also felt that he (boring :O) lockshots were necessary to focus on the drifting.

and he even went as far as to say that initial*D was boring.

so we quarrelled.

and then i won, i guess, when we both finally agreed that it was a non-movie, all about the drifting.

but we both agreed though, that the most beautiful and magnificent moment (shot) was the top rotating shot, when Han was picking up the chicks by drifting round and round.

overall – i think i want to demand my money back from the box office. and i will hang myself if this movie wins an oscar.

my first totally un-selfcentred post

just on saturday, thetwelfthofaugust

so i happened to find myself alone in the living room with my mother at approximately 2000hrs

she asked (demanded) that i let her take a look at the teletext

i passed her the remote, which she excitedly snatched

and then she pressed some random numbers which made the tv screen go black

i calmly took over the precious remote control from her and helped her reach page eighthundredandeightythree of the teletext

and so she scanned the rows of numbers and let out a couple of “tsk!” and “AIYOH!” in response to the string of numbers on the tv screen

and then she said “AIYOH!!! i was just thinking about 5566 the other day and then today the numbers came out! AIYOH! tsk!”

and then i scanned the rows and rows of digits for “5566″ but to no avail

it was only after a prolonged scan that i finally found the numbers she was referring to, jumbled into “6556″

then she went on again

“AIYAH! 3456! i knew it would come out! AIYAH! why didn’t i buy it! TSK! TSK!”

and i stared at the tv screen for a long time before i finally found

“3564″

AIYAH. TSK.

this ibet madness is driving me mad.

on another totally irrelevant note, the next day (sunday) morning

while travelling along the roads

my trained eyes spotted numerous variations of carplates bearing the numbers “5566″

i saw a shiny black car with the numbers “6556″ speed past me and i thought “whoa, he must have won some money last night”

and then i saw another car with the numbers “5665″

and then another “6565″

and then i saw one that  said “6555″

and i thought “wasted, miss by one number”

to the guy

who sat in front of me on the public bus today

and took off his slippers

and proudly plonked his fat ugly pasty white stinky feet obnoxiously on the seat opposite him

just so you know, your feet stank (stink).