Sunday, November 29, 2009

Wahaha, Twilight is hilarious!

Managed to catch the 2nd Twilight installment, New Moon, yesterday by watching it off the Internet.

Hey, you think I'd actually pay good money to see that show? Eh hell no!

Besides, the show is evidently earning enough money from its rabid fans who'd probably watch it 10 times each and buy the DVD and merchandise. It sure as hell doesn't need my 10 bucks.

Anyhow, the show is as horrifying as I thought it would be.

First, Rob Patz. Can I say he's only cute from certain angles, and if you squint? And his pale, scrawny body... eh, so not cool.



How is that hot, I ask?


Spike from Buffy would have whooped his ass in a heartbeat.


And Taylor Lautner. Ah Taylor. He put on 30 pounds so that he can play Jacob Black in the 2nd movie.

Less pale, more buff, definitely yummier.


Pity he sounds like Mickey Mouse (an affliction that also plays my dear sweet David Beckham).


As for Kristen Stewart. Let's just saying heaving as if you have asthma does not count as dramatic acting.


I think I was most entertained by the vampire Aro, played by Michael Sheen.



And that's only because I couldn't stop thinking... How the hell did he go from Tony Blair in the Queen (sublime, excellent movie with superb casting), to Aro in TWILIGHT????




Then I remembered, this is the same dude who played a werewolf in the critically panned dud, Underworld.. so yeah, anything to put food on the table right?




As one critic pointed out, he's done vampire, he's done werewolf. Now he just needs to play Frankenstein or a mummy in his next movie, and he'd have completed the holy trinity of horror movies.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Ah Sweet Therapy


I love press conferences held at the Environment Building.


Don't get me wrong, there's nothing special at the building per se, that gets me all worked up.


Rather, it's its sweet location that I'm really mad about.


See, the building is only 2 bus stops away from Far East Plaza, which after all these years, is still one of my favourite places to shop at.


Sure, if I was rolling in dough, I would perpetually be decked out in expensive clothes, bags and shoes.


But when you are living on a salary as pea-sized as mine, you learn to adapt and forgo branded goods.


Instead, I flock to FEP, which promises everything from Korean-made dresses that are hundreds of dollars, to "made-in-korea" knockoffs that go for $20.


Throw in shoes, bags and accessories that I can change with great frequency without feeling a wallet pinch, I'm all for shopping at FEP.


And if think the place is only for teens with no money, well I'm an adult with no money. So up yours.


Anyway, what I love to do is... whenever time permits, I would traipse down to FEP after an event at the nearby Environment Building, grab a bite, or browse through some shops.


Take today for example. I had 2 hours to kill between events, and after a massive headache from the first event, I was ready to throw up in fury and anguish.


So... it's off to FEP for some therapy. Even just trying on clothes makes me calmer.


The plan was not to buy anything.. just TRY IT ON.. and I promised myself I wouldn't spend unnecessary..


I mustn't, I musn't, I musn't...


Ah, who am I kidding.. I bought the freaking top in the end. And felt so much better for it. HAH.


Which is a good thing. Because it put me in a better position for my 2nd job, which REALLY nearly pushed me over the brink in frustration.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Trip That Didn't Happen


The scenario: breaking news from the wires that a ferry sank off the coast of Sumatra.


Starting point was Batam, less than an hour's ferry ride from Singapore.


Editor jumps to action, mobilises me with few instructions except... get to Batam and give an on-the-ground report.


I speed home, grab the passport, throw some supplies together and peel off to Harbourfront.


Realising there are THREE ports in Batam, I check with all the counters to figure out where the doomed ferry left from.


Turns out, it's not the port of call popular with Singaporeans and is well developed.


Instead, it's the port that does not even have a hotel close by and the last ferry would have left for Singapore before I even arrive at the port.


Panicking, I call for further instructions.


Boss: get there, file a report, and take a taxi to Batam Centre.


Cameraman with me is not happy with the plan. Gives me a once over look and declares that it's not safe for a female to be traipsing in the night in an ulu part of Batam.


A battle of word ensues with my editor. To go or not to go?


That's when I was asked pointblank - am I afraid to go?


Yes, I say. My stomach was blanching at the idea of driving in the dark in Batam, racing to get to the town centre. As the cameraman says bluntly, the roads are not lit, you do not even know if the taxi driver is leading you in the wrong direction. Bribes are one thing, but as a female, worst things can be done to you.


Me to cameraman: would you have gone if I was a male reporter?


(without no hesitation) cameraman says yes.


Indeed. And for the first time, I truly felt the weight of being a female journo.

Monday, November 02, 2009

And I'm Off....


To Langkawi! With the folks. I know, short notice, but hey, soooo needed a break.


Hopefully I'd have some great pictures to upload soon!


You know you love me :)