“i’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Caught the Channel 5 broadcast of Star Wars Episode II: Attack Of The Clones just now, and omg I am a total Star Wars geek again! Man, i had thought I got over that obsession a looong time ago, but now I realize it was only lying dormant, waiting to spring alive again like the snap-hiss of a lightsaber! BZOOM!

Check out the video clip below from AOTC for my favorite Obi-Wan moment.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why Obi-Wan Kenobi is a total badass and Ewan McGregor is my favorite actor.

In other news, ran across this fine piece of ROFL humour at XKCD for physics geeks and James Bond fans alike. 

Gotta looove that Goldfinger reference.

the importance of being idle.

Am skipping the one hour of lecture we have today, presumably to work on my Print Media articles, but I keep getting monumentally distracted by the wonders of Youtube.

(Well actually, I haven’t skipped it yet, since it’s at 1. But in about 20 minutes my truancy shall be well underway.)

Anway, check out this magnificently hilarious Bill Bailey piss-take of U2.

There’s some other pretty funny stuff there as well. My favorite would be the Marilyn Manson bit; “MILTON KEEEEYNEES!!” Watch it, you’ll spill your drink.

Things to finish up this week: Print Media assignments, Solemn Boyz EP review, jamming with The Echoing tomorrow, Asian Conference on Friday?

It’s probably about time to overcome my own colossal idleness and get cracking, but then, as the lads from Manchester would say, never underestimate the importance of being idle.

That’s Rhys Ifans in the video there by the way, the same Aussie bloke from Denny Deckchair whom, I’ve always maintained, bears an uncanny resemblance to Edwin van der Sar. Watch the video again and tell me if you don’t agree!

Okay, now to tackle inertia in the bollocks.

Honestly, I think Oasis has the market cornered on songs that are achingly beautiful, but mean absolutely bollocks.

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the Sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

‘Cause people believe that they’re
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world’s still spinning round
We don’t know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

‘Cause people believe that they’re
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world’s still spinning round
We don’t know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?

Away back to NYP to finish the IP report. Peace out.

rejuvenation, soul nation.

Am freakin’ tired.

Am falling asleep every 30s.

Am jumping around the room trying to keep awake.

Blehblehbleh. It’s times like this that you really appreciate good rock n’ roll that keeps you awake.

you guys are awesome.

I’ve just deleted the previous post, which was, to be fair, filled with way too much vitriol and immature thinking myself on my part to make any logical sense. So rather than leave it up there as a testament to how far off-track I can go sometimes, I think it’d just be better to take it down. It’s never a good idea to look back in anger.

But anyway. Today was pretty much one of the most awesome birthdays I’ve ever had in a long while, and I’m really grateful to have wonderful friends and classmates who are this awesome, as well as of course an amazing girlfriend! So thank you to everyone, including:

Kitty, who gave me an awfully cute notebook that said “My abstract art ideas(and other utter rubbish)” on the front cover in an adorable crayon style. I’ll be using it for my lyrics from now on. She also gave me a wonderful TDK-themed birthday card that she made herself, which, I swear, looks just like it came from the DC Comics shop or something. It’s that realistic. I swear, there is no end to her talents.

MS0701, for taking the time and effort to coordinate a really convoluted and complex plan involving wearing white but actually black, ignoring me for about 2 hours and then surprising me with a birthday cake. You guys are probably the kookiest and most awesome classmates a guy can have, man. I love you all, dudes and dudettes.

Fifth Avenue/AMR, for being awesome bandmates and for making this birthday memorable. Next stop, NYP Open House! (Which Isaac conveniently plugged at Mediacorp. Zac Black, ever the opportunist!)

To my family, for waiting up for me and tolerating my nonsense all this time.We’ll weather our storms together and find a harbour in the tempest, I pray.

The Echoing, for putting in so much effort and time all these while to fulfil the dreams of a boy with a hole in his soul almost as big as his ego, and to Edmund, for sending me an encouraging message at 2:38am when I was feeling down. You guys all are awesome in your own right, man.

To Jun, for remembering my birthday and for still treating me as a bestie after all this while.  Thanks for being a good friend always.

To Gurmit and the rest of the Mediacorp people, for taking the effort to make a random polytechnic boy very happy. I swear, not a bad thing about Channel 5 shall pass through my lips again!

Thanks to everybody and anybody who contributed in anyway to make my birthday memorable. You guys all rock!

acrobat.

Well I must be, an acrobat, to talk like this and act like that

I haven’t posted in close to a week, which is nothing uncommon around here nowadays. I think I do have a valid excuse this time, though, because I can’t escape the feeling of immense hypocrisy everytime I logged into WordPress to start on a new post.

Possibly, this blog would be much more prolific if my messianic complex didn’t compell me to try and slip something preachy into every post. An extremely bad habit, I do think.

I think in many ways, I am rather blessed this semester. My 10-second prayer for my Integrated Project was answered almost instantaneously, I actually managed to get all my notes within the first week, and none of the subject matter is nearly as dry as last semester’s Media Market Research, with the possible exception of Integrated Marketing Communications.

To be honest, though, school isn’t nearly half as fun without Azhar’s incendiary wit during lectures to keep us awake, as well as the occasional provocative, loud, and wildly funny pre-lecture video to spark some life into us. Sigh.

I’m considering dropping the name Hacjience Yukona totally. I’ve been using it for close to 5 years now and the original fun factor of making up a word that no one seems to know how to spell or pronounce has been somewhat dulled by repeated confused looks whenever I’m giving out my email. Plus, my brother, sister and mother have decided to take up the name as well, which is seriously not cool. (Yukona, that is. It’s apparently the Net synonym for Wee or something. Go figure.)

In other news, I’ve finished the lyric for the improvised jam we did last week in the studio, Edmund Ong you’ll be happy to hear. Funnily enough, it’s about the same thing I more or less started this post with.

(Insert overtly dramatic, long break in between paragraphs followed by a single word for maximum Chng Jiaming style effect. Whammo, I’m a satirist now.)

Hypocrisy.

one way ticket.

Quite possibly, the record for least amount of weeks for me to completely disrespect a lecturer has been broken.

I mean, gee, its one thing to get your facts wrong on the first tutorial and try to pass off a piece of news that never was and never will be as a fact. I mean, after all, part-time lecturers are here for the love of the job, right? Never mind the substantial, erm, compensation for a moment, you gotta know that it takes so much sacrifice, magnanimity and the mother of all messianic complexes to deal with a bunch of nasty young teenagers like us, and of course, the sheer nerves is gonna get to you and fuck you up completely. But then you really have to go ahead and blow Final Jeopardy by being so completely obnoxious and narrow-minded, nevermind you’re teaching a module emphasing, of all things, creativity and open-mindedness.

“Jesus, what a mindjob!”

End of rant.

ann and austin.

Watched half of The Matrix during the long break today at the library. Man, it’s still the most kickass movie ever made since Akira Kurosawa rolled out Yojimbo. Anyway, just wanted to embed this awesome fight scene from the dojo up here.

Man, check out that sick side-shuffle by Morpheus at 2:12. And all the slow-motion John Woo tributes. And all the Hongkong action-influenced fight moves. God, still so gorgeous after all this years. And you gotta love those nuggets of Zen wisdom. “Don’t think you are, know you are.” “Quit trying to hit me and hit me!”

(Which kinda reminds me of Yoda’s “Do or do not, there is no try.” As well as “”I don’t believe it!” “That is why you fail.”" Guess there’s much to be said for Zen wisdom and 無心の心 in Hollywood movies, huh.)

In other news, Kitty got onto the Director’s List for last semester!

You go Kitty! I’m so proud of you.

I was thinking to myself  when on the train home that this semester is probably the last academic chance I have to push up my GPA to somewhere decent, which means I’ve really gotta focus now. Not much of an epiphany, really, when you take into consideration it’s the same thought I’ve had in previous semesters before proceeding to play FIFA/Football Manager 08 for the 98434th time. :/

indulge me.

I went into the shower with a body sticky with sweat and came out with a few sticky rhymes and lines in my head. I don’t think this will make it into a song so I’m letting it be as a poem for now. It’s kinda my attempt at a Salman Rushdie poem, really, but it ended up being more of an inelegant amalgam of Bob Dylan, Ecclesiastes, and fatheaded streams-of-consciousness moralizing.  Go right ahead and skip this post if you’re allergic to insufferable literary masturbators like me.

Is There A Time?

Is there a time to tear down sorrows
A time to rent a heart?
Is there a time to wear and borrow
A time to wrench apart?

Is there a time for feelings captured
By an unfamiliar smile?
Is there a time to mourn the departed
Raptured without a sound?

Is there a time to plan a murder
For a soul that waits unnamed?
Is there a time to blight a mother
With red grief through her veins?

Is there a time for native longing
A time tempted by home?
Is there a time to ache for escaping
The fruit of seeds once sown?

Is there a chance for peace worth giving
A song that hasn’t been sang?
Is there a king who hasn’t been hoarding
Armies and gold and tanks?

Is there a time for pride and bloodshed
Each man his blasphemous own?
Is there a time to howl in regret
Through locked gates at a faraway throne?

Is there a time for fire and brimstone
On the sinners in your world?
Is there a time for the first stone
To be towards the mirror hurled?

There. My poetic artsy fartsy pretensions satisfied, even if just for a while.

power of pop!

Hi guys, just a quick update. I’m currently writing for a local music website called Power Of Pop as a music reviewer. My first review of this excellent LA indie/electropop band called Hearts Of Palm UK is already up, so do go have a read if you’re free. The site is also home to a few other excellent writers, so just go over there to check out the fine writing on display if nothing else. (*cough* that’s you Jake Chng *cough*)

In other news, I’m officially hooked on The Script’s The Man Who Can’t Be Moved.