Finally, a version safe for family gatherings.
8.6.09
22.4.09
Not another snake movie
And the winner of "That Which Will Make Me Pretend This Blog Is Still Up" is...
By 2038 we'd be down to Snakes On A Treadmill and we still won't be close to exhausting all the possibilities. The 5th graders of today just keep getting better and better!
By 2038 we'd be down to Snakes On A Treadmill and we still won't be close to exhausting all the possibilities. The 5th graders of today just keep getting better and better!
12.2.09
You're busy! Here, waste your time.
First, I saw Twilight as a related video to my search on YouTube. Then this, and later, The Grudge. Movies in Minutes is what the series is called, and it's just another product of kids who have too much time on their hands. Now I don't know about you, but I'm so burned out from work I couldn't not laugh. I'm a big fan of parodies and it's gotta be a real hell of a bad flick if I saw one that I'd call bad. Anyway, these are teen Asians here acting, so it's a fresh take.
Enjoy it. Or not. (I'm too burned out to care, really.)
18.12.08
My head hurts like that place in the Bible where sinners go!
Right now [copy paste title]. And it's because of this Merry Christmas and hAspirin thing. And I don't wanna blog, there's nothing to blog, this blog is dead, deader than my capacity to make witty comparisons right now. But I'm typing something here cuz my stomach ache won't let me sleep. And my head ache won't let me work. And my large intestine is reminding me once again that it needs to deliver a package which I thought we've just delivered a while ago.
A friend texted me last night, nagging for a blog update. (That's why I hate Hallmark. It portrays friends as nice beings that make us feel good, when in fact friends are just blog readers licensed to whoop ya ass. And they don't dang write comments! Making you feel like you're talking to yourself just like this.) (Hey, have you ever noticed how some writers get so comfortable with parentheses that they forget to write outside it? Maybe cuz it feels good, like your words are snugged in between sheets of fabrics with Downy.)
(Incidentally, I received my Citibank bill just now. I just love Citibank and Unionbank. They're still prompt with their billing weeks and years after you left them. Or was it just so they could send you fliers "to give the perfect gift for your family and friends this Christmas"? )
(It's kind of funny writing like this, makes me feel like David Letterman[sic] minus the chin. Or something like that.)
(Well, something blogworthy happened a couple of months ago. My long overdue trip to the dentist. I had a root canal and prophylaxis. Prophylaxis is the term used by dentists to refer to the job of cleaning your teeth to prevent diseases. Root canal is the term they use for highway robbery. "Oh, we need to do a double root canal on you" of course sounds lawful than "Just let us swipe your card and we'll let you live to blog about it.")
(Now I kid you not when I say that my main goal during the root canal procedure was to stay awake. If at all, I felt more pain watching Wowowee. Everything went so smooth, my dentist was almost worth the robbery. Then came prophylaxis. Friends, I swear that would be my last time doing it without first getting drunk. The pain was like Uma Thurman was in your mouth shooting Kill Bill. I was teary-eyed, my feet were trying to run away from my body, my mind was shouting expletives in 8 languages, it was just F F F F!!! If that dentist would do prophylaxis on all captured terrorists on this planet, you could bet masterminds will be revealed in two minutes flat. And the terrorists would voluntarily do community service for the rest of their lives...while learning to play harp! They would do anything--ANYTHING!--but undergo that dental procedure by that dentist.)
That is all I have to say about that.
Now to publish this post, Blogger wants me to type the CAPTCHA or Word Verification "spodishu". Spodishu. This is the part that I almost always have to do nine times because the CAPTCHA keeps on changing on me.
"No, not spodishu," the Word Verification would say, "but spodishu."
I'd type spodishu.
"No, that's spodishu," the Word Verification would say, "I said plonkenony."
I'd type plonkoneny.
"No, that's plonkoneny," the Word Verification would say, "I said plonkenony."
I'd type plonkenony.
"No, that's plonkenony," the Word Verification would say, "I said plonkenonyspodishu."
I'd type plonkenonyspodishu.
Then in all its wisdom, the Word Verification would say, "Okay, let's try this again. Spodishu."
I really wanna see that person who dishes out all the CAPTCHA's on the Internet. Could be my dentist.
A friend texted me last night, nagging for a blog update. (That's why I hate Hallmark. It portrays friends as nice beings that make us feel good, when in fact friends are just blog readers licensed to whoop ya ass. And they don't dang write comments! Making you feel like you're talking to yourself just like this.) (Hey, have you ever noticed how some writers get so comfortable with parentheses that they forget to write outside it? Maybe cuz it feels good, like your words are snugged in between sheets of fabrics with Downy.)
(Incidentally, I received my Citibank bill just now. I just love Citibank and Unionbank. They're still prompt with their billing weeks and years after you left them. Or was it just so they could send you fliers "to give the perfect gift for your family and friends this Christmas"? )
(It's kind of funny writing like this, makes me feel like David Letterman[sic] minus the chin. Or something like that.)
(Well, something blogworthy happened a couple of months ago. My long overdue trip to the dentist. I had a root canal and prophylaxis. Prophylaxis is the term used by dentists to refer to the job of cleaning your teeth to prevent diseases. Root canal is the term they use for highway robbery. "Oh, we need to do a double root canal on you" of course sounds lawful than "Just let us swipe your card and we'll let you live to blog about it.")
(Now I kid you not when I say that my main goal during the root canal procedure was to stay awake. If at all, I felt more pain watching Wowowee. Everything went so smooth, my dentist was almost worth the robbery. Then came prophylaxis. Friends, I swear that would be my last time doing it without first getting drunk. The pain was like Uma Thurman was in your mouth shooting Kill Bill. I was teary-eyed, my feet were trying to run away from my body, my mind was shouting expletives in 8 languages, it was just F F F F!!! If that dentist would do prophylaxis on all captured terrorists on this planet, you could bet masterminds will be revealed in two minutes flat. And the terrorists would voluntarily do community service for the rest of their lives...while learning to play harp! They would do anything--ANYTHING!--but undergo that dental procedure by that dentist.)
That is all I have to say about that.
Now to publish this post, Blogger wants me to type the CAPTCHA or Word Verification "spodishu". Spodishu. This is the part that I almost always have to do nine times because the CAPTCHA keeps on changing on me.
"No, not spodishu," the Word Verification would say, "but spodishu."
I'd type spodishu.
"No, that's spodishu," the Word Verification would say, "I said plonkenony."
I'd type plonkoneny.
"No, that's plonkoneny," the Word Verification would say, "I said plonkenony."
I'd type plonkenony.
"No, that's plonkenony," the Word Verification would say, "I said plonkenonyspodishu."
I'd type plonkenonyspodishu.
Then in all its wisdom, the Word Verification would say, "Okay, let's try this again. Spodishu."
I really wanna see that person who dishes out all the CAPTCHA's on the Internet. Could be my dentist.
27.11.08
Snakes on a plane Jr.
The best impartial movie title ever.(Retitled in US: Voltes V Says 'To Hell With You')
25.11.08
17.10.08
That sometimes you begin to wonder what the Great Wall is made of
During a recent raid on a wholesale centre in Guangzhou city, the capital of China's Guangdong province, a large quantity of fake eggs was seized. Their wholesale price is 0.15 yuan (S$0.03) each - half the price of a real egg. Consumers have a hard time telling a genuine egg from a fake one. This is good news for unscrupulous entrepreneurs, who are even conducting three-day courses in the production of artificial eggs for less than S$150.
A reporter with Hong Kong-based Chinese magazine East Week enrolled in one such course. To create egg white, the instructor - a woman in her 20s - used assorted ingredients such as gelatin, an unknown powder, benzoic acid, coagulating material and even alum, which is normally used for industrial processes. For egg yolk, some lemon-yellow colouring powder is mixed to a liquid and the concoction stirred. The liquid is then poured into a round-shaped plastic mould and mixed with so-called 'magic water', which contains calcium chloride. This gives the 'yolk' a thin outer membrane, firming it up. The egg is then shaped with a mould. The shell is not forgotten. Paraffin wax and an unidentified white liquid are poured onto the fake egg, which is then left to dry.
The artificial egg can be fried sunny-side up or steamed. Although bubbles appear on the white of the egg, those who have tasted it say the fake stuff tastes very much like the real thing. But experts warn of the danger of eating fake eggs. Not only do they not contain any nutrients, a Hong Kong Chinese University professor warned that long-term consumption of alum could cause dementia
To make the egg white, various ingredients, including a powder and alum, are mixed together.
The 'yolk' is shaped in the round mould. 'Magic water' containing calcium chloride is used.
Hardy shells are formed by pouring paraffin wax and a liquid onto the egg, which are then left to dry.
Got this from E-mail. Yet another believe-it-or-not item circulating the cyberspace. You know it's funny but why I do have this feeling that somehow--soon enough--I'd be vindicated in my life-long belief that instant noodles are actually made from recycled Tupperware?
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