Monthly Archives: April 2017

From the archives

Gorillaz recently dropped their fifth studio album, Humanz, on Friday. So I’ve been revisiting their discography and came across this remix of “Kids with Guns” with Jamie T, from their D-Sides album.

If the original was sung by a harassed adult parent taking off his specs and pinching the bridge of his nose while he watches the evening news, then this is “Bohemian Rhapsody” off Ritalin by a pimply Chav teen screaming at his mam, close to tears and his hands balled up into fists.


Really, something like this?

You know, I can totally relate to the girl in that “Something Just Like This” song.

I mean, you want grief, rage, familicide, war, and a ridiculous handicap? Really? Something just like this300 fan-boy bro? Whoo, boy, no.

Watched a play called Hand to God, performed by the Singapore Repertory Theatre, last night. Written by Robert Askins, all hell breaks loose when an introverted teenage boy’s sock puppet comes alive. Featuring lots of swearing and human fucking and sock puppet fucking, the R18 black comedy has been described as “Sesame Street meets The Exorcist“, although I would also throw “Sympathy for the Devil” into the mix.

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Living vicariously through my best friend N, who’s with her husband on an European holiday tour which includes Rome and the Vatican City.

Asked her to take some photos of the Vatican especially for me. And, if it doesn’t kill her with embarrassment, ask — preferably a nun — if people are allowed to have sex in the Vatican City. I’ve always wondered about that, after dancing with a Swiss Guard once…

E, my younger sister, has been desperate to re-contract her telco plan and get a brand-new handphone ever since she dropped her current phone in the loo in Canada.

But she had problems doing it online and works shifts, so she asked our mother to help her apply at one of Singtel’s brick-and-mortar shops.

And because shit rolls downhill, my mum dragged me along to Ang Mo Kio Hub — and I’ve been sitting here at Singtel, away from my desk, since 3 o’clock.

We have several overlapping plans with Singtel, so understandably it’s taken longer than usual. But my mum isn’t exactly the most patient, and she tends to ask the same questions over and over again.

Thankfully the salesman who’s serving us is professional and polite. Which made Mum remark, bless her heart, Wah, you quite patient, ha?

(awkward laugh) Have to, ma’am.

(inwardly) Don’t push it hor, Ma…

Fingers crossed we get out of here within the next half hour. I’ve only had brunch today, and my sugar and patience levels are starting to wear low…

The cat so atas (high-class) until need an extra "A". Very bougie lah.

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Give it up for crazy, stupid love

Bit of a One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest vibe going on. Also love the use of peach and mint, and the callisthenics (reminds me of Sports Day at primary school).

Dear God, it’s me, Gorillaz

The second verse — yes, preach, Pusha T!