Thursday, May 21, 2009

Warning: This post contains explicit Graphic novels.



Libraries are God's gift to freeloaders. I like comics, and there are tons of comics which I would like to read, and the library has some of the good stuff. However, I have been introduced into a new kind of comic style: The graphic novel. I have been reading newspaper-type daily comic strips and a bit of manga, so this is the first time i came across a book which is actually a full-length novel in comic form.

I'm addicted to graphic novels now.

While looking for random comics to relax in the school library, I came across a huge book. Its about as thick as an encyclopedia, so I was pretty surprised to see comics when i opened it. I liked the art style, and the bit of the story seemed interesting enough, so I borrowed it.



Turns out I picked out Blankets by Craig Thompson.



A memoir by the author, he talks about his life was like as he grows from an adolescent into a young adult. Being raised in a fundamentalist Christian family, religion has always been surrounding him, but as much as he embraces his Christian faith, some values just seem imposing on him, for example, a Sunday School teacher questioning whether drawings can be used to praise God.

Being bullied as a skinny child and having been sexually abused by a babysitter could be the reasons of him growing up to be reserved introvert afraid of the crowds and other people in general. This can been seen in how he hates Church camps, for he never seemed to belong, especially when the minds of the other campers are thinking only about finding pussy in the camps and not set for God.

However, he meets a girl named Raina during one fateful camp. About half of the book documents the growing relationships between the both of them, as Craig visits Raina in her town for two weeks, meet her not so stable family, have discussions about God, reminisce about their childhood days with their siblings and stuff.

I was somewhat dissapointed with the ending, because Craig made some decisions which I don't agree with, but I won't spoil it just in case any of you want to read it up yourselves. Overall, I found that it was a beautiful take on the ordinariness of life, the emotions of love, confusion, dwindling faith and growing up.

I found that I have many similiarities and parallels with the author. In fact, dramatic as his life may seem, he is actually living out a pretty average life not too different from others. It reaffirms my thinking that everyone is actually the same, only different. I hope my ending isn't like him though, but I respect his decisions.

Not too far away from the shelf which I found Blankets, was a book which I had always wanted to read for years. How would I know that it had been lying in the school library all this while?

Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi

I want to watch the movie adaptation! Straight Times gave if 5 stars. Wanted to watch it when after o-levels ended but the peanut gallery preferred L Change The World.



Another memoir, this is very different in all aspects. The art style is very simple, childish even, a far cry from Craig Thompson's intricate fine-art stylings. Also, the dialouge and flow is very straight to the point. No time wasted on exposition, soliloquoys, metaphors or cliches that western books always inuanduate you with.

The book speaks about Marjane's life in Iran during the tumultous Iranian Revolution to the Iran-Iraq War. Her life is shaped by the political chaos happening all around her, as her parents demonstrate in the streets daily and her education changes from a liberal co-ed French school system to a strict single-gender Islamic school. Apparently she was the great-grandaughter of a inempt Shah, and her granddad, an educated idealistic prince, was named Prime Minister due to his educational background, but was arrested for having Communist beliefs.

A rebel at heart, Marjane disobeys her different forms of authority in little ways, like telling off a Religous teacher, not wearing the veil/headscarf and listening to American music. With war and strict regime sanctions, life become more dangerous and frightening with close people around either dying or migrating, like her uncle Anoosh, who was a Communist imprisioned before the revolution and grew to love Marjane alot. (SPOILER! He died lol)


Having been bitten by the graphic novel bug, and since I was in the areaI went to the National Library to look for V for Vendetta, a political comic book I read during secondary school. It was on loan, but I found Maus: A Survior's Tale by Art Spiegelman! Like Persepolis, I have always wanted to read this book, but it was always on loan in the Bugis National National Library.


Nazis! And Jews portrayed as mice! What more do you want?

Like Persepolis, this is another memoir from a war survivor. Having two narratives, one involving Art interviewing his father on his life during the WWII (he was a Jew living in Poland), his not so good state of health and his even worse state of marriage with his 2nd wife, another war survivor. (His first wife commited suicide a long time after the war.) The main plot is about how he lived during the war before he was sent to the infamous Aushwitz camp. Its done in a rather unusual style: Anthromorphic animals are used to represent the characters. Mice for Jews (derived from how Nazis deemed Jews as rodents to be crushed), Nazis as cats and Poles as pigs (supposed to be non-derogoratory, like Porky the Pig)


Persepolis and Maus make me think about how I take the stable political situation that we live in for granted. No wars, no revolutions, no forced imposing of religion or ideas. Thank God for that. A "normal" life in Blankets, concerned with other problems like relationships, family, personal religious convictions rather than being forced to ascribe to someone else's set of beliefs seems very inviting as compared to one scraping a living in war.

Blankets also made me realise how I take my family for granted. I do not know how families undergoing divorces and conflicts really feel. I still don't. But now I have a better understanding of what its like being in a broken family.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Yay Primary School

If you enjoyed your primary school years, you'll do it.
If you have nothing else to do, you'll do it.
If you're here to read the questions/answers and pretend to hate to do it, deep down you'll still do it.

This tag is so fun because the answers can go on and on.
Read if you miss your PRIMARY school years.

1) Which school did you go to?
Anglo-Cheenis School (Primary). Back then it was called Anglo-Cheenis Primary School I think.

2) What classes were you in?
(1-5)B, 6C.

3) What was/were your favourite lesson(s)?
Art. In primary 3 or4 I was so proud because my teacher showed my House-Theft-Prevention Poster artwork to the class. She wanted to make an example of NOT drawing stick figures I think, because mine wasn't one.

4) If you could remember, what time was your recess?
I think it was 9.30-10.00 for lower Primary, and 10.00-10.30 for upper Primary

5) List down your favourite food/snacks.
Ling Yong Pau.

1) Did you have a nickname way back in primary school?
Ostrich, Benis, Benis Leongcock, Ben Boy (but only my tutor called me that)

2) How did you wear your socks?
Primary school was the opposite of Secondary school. The taller your socks, the cooler you were.

3) Have you been suspended due to the way you put on your uniform?
No, only reprimanded and scolded. Got detention for uniform in secondary school though.

4) Were you given plenty of reminders about your appearance?
I had one of the most pimpled faced in primary 5-6, so everyone teased me about it lol. In secondary school, It was their turn to have disgusting pimples and I had a pretty good complexion, so I had my silent revenge. muahaha.

5) Who did you look up to when you were in primary school?
I was pretty tall so I didn't really look up to anyone.

Punishment

1) Name one memorable scene where you were punished in front of the whole class.
Too many to recall. All for petty reasons like not bringing textbook or homework, talking, etc.

2) How many times did you skip class? What were you doing?
I only started skipping classes in secondary school.

3) Give one scene where you escaped from being caught/punished.
I was chatting with my friend in primary 6 maths class, and he was one of the weaker students. The teacher caught me and asked me to leave. I lied to her that I was explaining the question to him. She bought the excuse and continued the lesson.

After school, I was in the canteen, the teacher saw me and came to me. And she apologised to me. I know I should have felt guilty about lying but deep down inside I was briming with pride about my own devioius craftiness.

4) Did you vandalize any school property
Tables, textbooks, and library megazines. In secondary school I progressed to walls and windowsills. Even library yearbooks were not spared, but my friends started it, so its not my fault.

5) Did you ever make any teacher cry?
Don't think so, but I made a teacher swear. BLOODY SHIT!!!!

6) Who was your favourite teacher?
Mrs Tay(?), the maths teacher I was talking about just now. She was kind of a bitch actually, and was biased towards brighter students, but the way she forced us to do our homework and spammed us with endless maths remedials towards PSLE caused most of us to improve our maths drastically. When not in a maths mood, she's nice.

Lee Lao Shi, my primary 6 chinese teacher. She knew I was pretty bad in Chinese but she never gave up on me and kept encouraging me.

7) Describe your DM.
I don't really remember much about my primary school DMs so I shall talk about the Barker Road ones.

They were my nemesis.

The worst one was, can't even be bothered to remember his name properly(Mr Sim i think), had something against me. I always kena him for all the small reasons. I remember when a few of us in the class was pulled out for long hair, my hair was actually quite short (but still violating school rules). Yet he pulled me out and scrutinized me up down left right, and overlooked the others with even longer hair.

Yeah, I know I shouldn't have grudges against past teachers, but I didn't really like him lah.

8) Who was the funniest/weirdest/loudest teacher?
Once again, too many to recall. All were funny, weird and loud.

Social Circle

1) Were you popular back then?
Don't think so

2) Were you in a big group of boys/girls or small ones?
If the students I hanged out with in ACS were girls, I would be seriously disturbed...

3) Who were your best friends?
I don't really like the term "best friend". My "close friends" changed every year with new class arrangements.

4) Did you and your friends have nicknames?
Yeah, but can't really remember them

5) What were your favourite memories of you and your friends?
The freedom we perceived we had as kids. The infantile joy of running around outside the school area before after-school activities. Exploring the same school compound over and over again, but each time it was a new navigation expedition. Making sick jokes involving body parts and sex.

But the best was still what I call the School-Bus Shenanigans. You can virtually do anything in the bus until the driver got pissed and stopped the bus. Games like murderer, time-bomb, Happy Family card game, wrestling, crawling below the seats for no apparent reason, stripping ourselves naked for no apparent reason too were the best road-trip activities ever. The climax was when the driver has reached his boiling point because of the noise, and he'll pull over and scold us in a mixture of Mandarin and Hokkien.

ALL school-bus drivers are psychos (in a fun kind of way)

Co-curricular Activities

1) What type of CCA were you in?
I was in Praise Club for about 3 years, Its a Christian club where we play games and stuff.
I tried out Golf, but it didn't work out. In primary 5 and 6 i was forced to quit because of maths remedials.

2) What did you have to bring to your CCA?
Praise Club notebook, these had stickers of Bible verses, a Bible-reading programme. If you followed the program, and did other cool stuff like attending meetings early or behaving well, you earn coupons which you can redeem for awesome stuff at the last meeting of the month. Ice cream and toy telescopes, thats one reason why God created Bible-reading.

Oh, and golf clubs.

3) What did your CCA required you to do?
Sing sunday school songs, do sunday school stuff.
Swing the club and whack the ball into the hole.

4) Got injured?
I was punished for being too tall in primary 1 by banging my head on the fire extinguisher when I tried to run under it. Hurt like hell. Parents were called up and they rushed me to a clinic. Quite a waste, because it was not an ordinary school-day that time. It was after exams i think, and they ahd some Halloween costume contest.

Crushes/Lovers (In primary school???? come on....)

1) Who was your first crush?
If i had any crushes in any of my schoolmates in ACS, others would be seriously disturbed by me.

2) Are you in good terms with your last crush?
Oh, we made out every minute every hour every day on the school porch.

3) Did you ever had a relationship with anyone in your primary school?
I had sexual relationships with everyone with two legs when i was 7 years old.

4) Have you ever made out in school?
Sex-machine was my middle name. Playing was my game.

Closing Ceremony

1) How did primary school changed you?
I always thought primary school formed you, not change you. Thats the job for secondary school.

2) Sing one verse of your school song.
In days of yore from western shore. Old ham dun less he row came.

3) What was your favourite question?
Can't remember. In secondary school it was "Where do babies come from?"

4) Who/what will you remember from your primary school?
The carefree imagination we all had. The sense of invincibility. The times where you did not need to study at all and you can still score well. Being allowed to act like retarded kids, because afterall, we WERE retarded kids. (Now we're just retarded teens)

5) Any memories you will not forget.
Scoring the winning goal during one soccer match. Never scored a proper goal for the next 10 years of my life. That's why God created rugby.
Everything I done with friends OUTSIDE school lessons.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Progress of my life goals

Goals for 2009:

1. Complete the Standard Chartered Half-Marathon in December

Progress:
The last time I jogged was at least 3 weeks ago, at it was for like only 2 miserly kilometers.

2. Save up and buy a bicycle, a few music albums and other nice stuff

Progress: No money saved at all. All gone to chocolates, upsized food, stationary and other pretty unnecessary expenditure.

3. Push up horrible GPA

Progress: Did not study at all last friday and saturday. Completed E Maths Assignment 1, which was given 2 weeks ago. Thats an achievement in itself. Still in holiday mood. Rather than mugging, I'm only wishfully thinking that my classmates should just stop studying.

4. Draw better, maybe start a webcomic or something

Progress: Ideas in the head never materialize on paper. Too "busy" to draw. Art beginning to be relegated to childhood activity.

5. Play guitar better

Progress: Did not even plug guitar into amp and effects. Guitar goes virtually untouched.

6. Write songs and poems

Progress: One crappy poem written on the bus, song ideas, like drawings, never materializes on paper. Did one musical arrangement for a Bible Psalm though. Quite emo. Quite cool.

7. Sleep early, don't be late for school anymore

Progress: I'm writing this post at 12.35 am. I'll probably be late tomorrow, just like the whole of last week.

8. Be a better person

Progress: Thats for you to judge :)

9. Update blog regulary

What do you think!?



I need a shakeup.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Intaj Reunion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111oneoneoneunounounouno一一一一一一一一一一一一satusatusatusatu!


India looks like the Middle East


Yay Trackers group Intaj reunion woohoo.

During the post o-level to pre-poly period, I was in a discipleship programme called Trackers, and I was in the team that went to India, and we called ourselves Intaj. I think I was the one who came up with the name... dunno lah. so long ago.

Every once in a while (2-3 times a year???) we meet up to catch up, eat stuff and insult each other.

Yay photo:





Poor Michele and I got the brunt of the teasing. They keep trying to matchmake the two of us, until we relented and officially become a couple around 9pm.

However around 12am, we felt a little sorry for Eugene, who was depressed over his "scandal" and jealous of us, so we broke up for his sake. For some reason the next day around noon, the two of us (Michele, not Eugene) reconcilled after the cruel heartbreak, so the status of our relationship now is still "Platonic Friends", just to make things clear for those who saw weird stuff on my facebook wall.


Scandals aside, we had a good time. Eugene asked me to open up the house for this gathering. I'm not a very hospitable person, but since I live near the MRT i might as well do so. All the previous gatherings were i n the far west anyway, so its only fair for the PMC people (except Vic who stay in Narnia) that we have it at the east for a change.


Tappenyaki is supposed to be harmless, but not when you put wasabi and Tobasco on the hot plate. My living room fogged up like a freaking mosquito-culling exercise. And my dad is freaked out that Eugene used up half of the big Tobasco bottle for all his food.

I'm glad everyone enjoyed the food. Big thanks to my parents who did all the work buying the food and preparing the ingredients while I slack.
PROTIP: Tobasco + prawn + hot plate = awesome!


We had sharing! Stuff shared a little P & C, so obviously I won't publicize them here. But I'm glad all of us have made some "progress" in our lives and are more postive after the last meeting. The last session was so emo even PKM's wife commented that "our lives are hard."


To me, it seems like Intaj has turned from a mission trip group has turned into a irregular accountability group, or more accurately a quartenary cell group. Interesting.


We havn't met since last year, but i personally feel that we are as close as a "clique" every time we meet. I hope we can continue to meet like this, and don't get too "bored" of doing it. Its so refreshing to have a fellowship and sharing time with the people you have worked so hard with together to take the journey of faith into a strange faraway land, hoping to bless the lives of the people there (but always the case, its THEM blessing us lol). For many, including me, this is our first mission trip, and with people from different churches, so its a special bond that we all share together.

After that, only the PMC people stayed over (WTF!? Some more two of you live in the east). That is, Eugene, Michele (stop bullying her lah) and Victoria. We went to Hotel 81.Scandalous picture will be posted when I get it.



Not comfortable enough, so we explored neighbourhood, remiscned over made-in-India videos, watched some Korean shows (Fact, all Korean guys have the same vocal coach, songwriters, fashioin stylist, dance teacher and more importantly, plastic surgeon). We did try to sleep.

This is the first time, aside from my cousin, that I have invited people to stay over at my place. I should be a little more hospitable and organize more lol.

I need to sleep. gtg bb

Friday, May 1, 2009

Attention given to swine flu > Attention given to "poor man" diseases




Ironic and funny.

But Malaria is disease afflicting poverty-stricken parts of the world on a daily basis.

As much as we must take Swine Flu seriously, why are all so hung up on a recoverable disease that has been suspected to infect hundreds worldwide when diseases like malaria, HIV, dengue, chicken pox and whathaveyou are killing thousands? And most of them are curable/preventable diseases affecting the poor.

Sad.

Don't panic over swine flu.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Hooray for Molecular Genetics!



So whats the Dominant Gene? Bull or Shitz?

Too much BIE is bad for your health.

On a more serious note, theres lots of things to pray for now. The swine flu endemic, the cliffhanging situation in Sri Lanka, things happening to friends.... seems like studies isn't the worst of my problems. Come on people, stop studying so hard. Let me catch up abit.

At least the situation in Thailand seems to be simmering down.

On a less serious note, I wish I could go canoeing tommorrow!!!! auuugh. I'll be cooking lagsana instead. I need to learn other stuff to cook, like fried rice.

Friday, April 17, 2009

L4D + THE EPIC STORY OF MY GUITAR





Who knew mindlessly killing hordes of running zombies could be so addictive? I have been spending my last week of freedom with fellow undead hunting buddies Ken, Leon, Liang Zhi and KW. (Notice that all our names have either L or K in them? I'm a Leong.)


My computer cannot handle the specs of L4D, so i can't play it right now even if I wanted to :(. But it's a good thing actually. I might get bored of the game if I have it. Its one of those games that's incredibly addictive initially, but since there isn't much variety of what you can do in the game, it can get ennui-inducing after killing zombies one after another.


Let's blog about something else.

Because of the zombie infestation, I havn't been spending time doing more important things, like playing guitar. I havn't touch it since Tuesday, and I only played it for half an hour. Fine, after posting this I'm gonna play it. Guitar, not L4D.

This was my guitar when I bought it:




Obviously I have to screw it up. This is my guitar now.





See how badly I treat my guitar? The jack keeps coming off. Only tape can keep it there.






Here's the story of my guitar. X-Guitar Origins: Fat Telecaster. Also known as Mr. TV or Ugly Shit Guitar.

December 2006, a few weeks before Christmas, they day TOFU was being held in my church. I left early to go with my family to the Swee Lee warehouse. They were having a 50% off sale.

I already knew I wanted a Telecaster. Why? I dunno. I guess Telecasters look weird. They were unique in the sense that they were not Stratocaster-shaped, but they didn't look so different like a Flying V or a Moderne. I wanted something different from the ubiquitous Stratocaster, which just about everyone has. Les Pauls are expensive, and I don't like them anyway. They seem a little... proud. No metalhead guitars for me either lol, although I wouldn't mind a Flying V. But with a Flying V, how can you sit and play? If there were no telecasters available I wanted a cheap Ibanez superstrat, an Ibanez semi-hollow or, what the heck, a Squire Stratocaster.

I specifically wanted a Fat Telecaster. That means instead of a single-coil at the neck position, there would be a humbucker.

Why? Again, I don't know. I always assumed humbuckers can give a nice warm sound (apparently I kind of correct).

You can see that my requirements were very specific. I wanted a Squire Telecaster with a humbucker at the neck position. And Swee Lee actually sells them!

And Lo and Behold, a guitar that I fell in love with at first sight.



Look at that. Beautiful. Sexy. Curvy. Ebony. Hawt.

I found one beautiful Squire Fat Tele, a brown sunburst one. I took it and tested it out. It felt right! It just did. I don't know why.

I was playing around with it for about 20 minutes, when the bombshell dropped.

A stall assistant came towards us, and ask where I found that guitar from. We(my family) pointed out the stand where we found it.

"I'm sorry, the guitars in that area are already sold."

WTF?

It's the guitar I want! It's on display! There's no "SOLD!" sticker on it anywhere!

"The buyer is some Indonesian dude who is downstairs looking for a drum set."

From then on, I hated Indonesian drummers who buys Squire Fat Telecasters.

My mum, being the protective mother who spoils her kid, was a little angry and kind of scolded the poor assitant. She said that there should be at least a sign saying that the guitars were already sold or something. She also asked if there were any other guitars of the same model. The assistant just said, "I don't think so"

I nearly cried. I'm not exagerrating about this part. After all, this is a specific guitar we are talking about.

Then another stall assistant, a female who looked more like at aunty at a market than a guitar expert, came to the rescue. She saw me, a little boy, sitting on the floor (I was testing the guitar after all), with bloodshot eyes (ok this time I probably exagerrating) and a sad sad frown, found a solution to diffuse the crisis.

"Ah boy, don't cry! I think downstairs got another one!"

Ok, she didn't say that, but she did say something like that.

Quicker than the speed of sound (from a guitar) she rushed to the storeroom, and came back with a white box which looked like a guitar coffin. She opened it up, revealing a Squire Candy Apple Red Fat Telecaster Standard Series.


Not actual one. Probably a Fender. Pickguard is beautiful.

I heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Its a thousand times uglier that the brown one (hence its nickname, the Ugly Shit), but a least its what I'm looking for. It feels the same. Buy it lor.

It was 15 minutes to closing time, and the assitant told us to quickly make our purchase. Then we realised, "Oh shit, we don't have an amplifier!"

We were looking at amplifiers earlier, but didn't put much thought to it. My brother, the expert and advisor, quickly glanced around. There was this Randall RX20R which we were trying earlier, and since it wasn't too expensive, he just said "That one!". And that one was it.

Both the guitar and amp cost about $550, making a nett total of $1100. That's alot.
But if you remembered, it was 50% OFF EVERYTHING DAY!!!!

Thats $550 for a semi-decent amp and guitar combo pack, or an equilivant of a "Buy one guitar get an amp free" coupon.



And thats the story of my guitar. Rescued from a claustrophobic box in a storeroom (it wasn't even out of the box, let alone on display), to the even worse fate of the hands of a crappy excuse of a guitarist. The end

This post is dedicated to the Swee Lee Warehouse Aunty, who is the true hero of the story and saved the day for everyone involved. If I see you again in Swee Lee (I think I can remember how you look like), I will shake your hand like a crazed Korean drama fangirl and thank you profusely for securing my first guitar for me.

If it wasn't for you, I would have brought a $1400 Fender Stratocaster 1960s reissue which will probably sound alot nicer that the crap guitar I have now. But I would have spent alot more.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Happy Easter

Happy Easter everyone! Will post soon