munner has a blog =) see links section. or, go
here
oh. and in that img, brainxor's supposed to be saying "i do declay-ah!!" he's very camp at times. and his wigs and hats change according to his mood and what he's doing. watch this space.
introducing 2 new characters to the series that joel and i created :
the chortling monk
he's the groundskeeper of the priestess' temple and she doesnt' like him. maybe it's because he's too happy.
and then there's dr. brainxor, villain extraordinare of the falling stock price
cared for by the nurse, he comes from a long line of english doctors who meet their fates in upper-class tragedies. dr. brainxor was involved in polo-crosse accident.
and up there is the priestess' temple, water coloured by joel elizabeth tuckwell tuckwell, neo-neo-classicist.
3rd post of the day (just to separate all the things i want to say into neat little packages)
1. excerpts of binding agreement typed up by crazy "rawyer rady" (lawyer lady) in singapore.
"table 1 lists the existing structure of the Company with the names of the shareholders and their respective percentage shareholdings duly state."
"...balance sheet shall be signed by teh Shareholders and shall thereupon become blinding ..."
"[name of shareholder] will retain 15,000 existing shares *(this number does not tally with that in table 3)"
and the list goes on. one wonders how she survives as a lawyer. then again, this is in singapore.
*corrections made by another shareholder who proof-read the agreement
mm. after the gushing. ben elton really did justice to the queen songs. and it was awesome because brian may and roger taylor actually had input so it wasn't an andrew lloyd webber-esque cheesy song fiesta where characters sing about their whores or domestic animals. it was fantastic. and the sets were nice. and the humour was ... humourous. and the old people in the dress circle didn't wave their arms, or clap, or stomp their feet like they had to so i made up for them with double enthusiasm. yes, i did the stupid loser friends proud.
aaaaaaaaaah i went for we will rock you last night and it roxor !! oh it was so good. and we sat in the dress circle and the view was great because it's almost like omniscient point of view where you can see all. ohhhh the costumes were so punk-rock-slut-glam. nice nice. and yours truly could sing and clap along to *all* the songs. i think adit was embarrassed. and ohhhhh i got merchandise !! *dances around with glee* 1 programme (mandatory), 1 red-text-on-black-scarf that says "WE WILL ROCK YOU" for adit, and for me, a pair of black bonds knickers that say "guaranteed to blow your mind" =)) all in all a good night. ohh i'm still so happy !!
*sings*
don't stop me now, i'm havin' such a good time, i'm havin' a ball
don't stop me now, if you wanna have a good time, just gimme a caaaall
don't stop me now ('coz i'm havin' a good time)
don't stop me 'coz i don't wanna stop at aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall....
lady is on a roll, ja.
mm as u can see, i've learned how to host pics directly to blog thanks to kaylii =)) and sooooo
i'm very happy !!
i've been to paradise but i've never been to me.
he yao sun is coming to perth to perform !! why does this warrant blog entry? becaaaause .. if you're not from singapore/asia/into all this chinese popstar crap, he yao sun is the wife of this man who calls himself "pastor sun" and together they run city harvest church in singapore. and while they vehemently deny that they are using his connections (as high profile holy buttplug) and the church to promote her career as "international recording artiste" (we reach out to the youth). ya. right. uh huh.
my spider senses tingle, batman.
catholicism (read: anti-heresy) tells me : it's a conflict of interest for you to be both a "pastor"/"pastor"'s wife and be a pop icon at the same time. because being christian, you have to go through the whole drop-everything-and-follow-me thing, not to mention the material-wealth-is-meaningless-'coz-you-can't-take-your-bling-to-heaven thing. none of this flashy car, massive house bullshit. it's all about drawing people to god by example.
however, my eeeeevilness says : mister and mrs pastor sun are very mothafuckas. religion is the easiest way to make money. sing a few jesus songs, knock a few people out with the "holy spirit", speak in "tongues", build a snazzy church, donate some money to the less fortunate and you can laugh your arse all the way to the bank with the rest. i mean, it's not really a difficult thing to do.
something about the psyche of the singaporean youth makes them crave to belong to some sort of nutso christian group or other. catholics, too boring. anglicans, too close to catholicism. baptists, singapore has baptists? i have no idea. enter the charismatics and generic christians who deliver shake-yo-booty songs and slaying and hand-waving and dancing and raving the good-clean-drugless way, and people really get off on it. it's so fucking simple.
right now i'm thinking, why be an architect? i could be the pastor of a some strange new brand of christianity. according to perth christian life centre, my age group is the "firebrand" age group, so maybe we will be the firebrands. or rather, they can be the firebrands. i can be queen and tyrant, bleeding them dry so i can buy my b+o products, drive my pretty mg in british racing green, build a nice house full of exploded geometry......
