Dance for me, Baby. Just Dance.

Melbourne has the Melbourne Shuffle (oh, how original).
The US of A pretty much owns hip hop (I can't say that fo'sho, so take it with a pinch of salt).
Ireland has Irish Dancing.
England has (*shudder*) Morris Dancing (we are reknowned for other things, but I'm trying to make a point here).
Singapore has... Ok nevermind...
France has Techtonik/Techtonique.



So maybe this coming ZoukOut, you may consider dancing with a little style because no one likes the weird crap that we get every year. Do us all a favour, yea? If I can't change the way we all dance, maybe I can at least introduce an amazing song. Look it up: ACDG (Tpr Remix) - Yelle. Naturally, I don't understand a word, but it sounds so SO cool.

Enjoy.

I realise...

...that my blog looks so much nicer on a mac - so go buy a mac and revel in it's beauty.
...that Josh still has a blog.
...that in about 5 days, my kid sister will be touching down in Melbs.
...that you really shouldn't wear sporty clothes and try on a dress, you'll always look stupid.
...that trusting the weather just by looking at it, is not smart.
...that Simon has the same book as me (realisation was made yesterday) and you should get it too: Mark Haddon - A spot of bother.
...that not all Metal bands are just about the heavy stuff.
...that the 'sleepy' *you is a real bitch sometimes.
...that I actually do have some form of permanance in my life, for once.
...that Artichokes are quite funny looking. And that my school building design really does look like one.
...that I am in dire need of a job.
...that a single cupboard can mean the world.
...that the world is shrinking at a rather dramatic rate - damn internet.
...that Apple has an extreme amount of power when it comes to boosting musicians' profile in the mainstream music industry: Feist and Cansei de Ser Sexy among others would not be as recognised as they are now if not for Apple.

And yes, we guessed it, but the tabloids have confirmed JT's hookup with his backup dancer, much to Singz' disappointment. Sorry, darling. Britney was the biggest idiot to cheat on him and whilst she has gone to the shits, I have to admit that I do enjoy a couple of her more recent songs. Ever a fan of the Eurythmics, songs that play up on Sweet Dreams are almost bound for success with me. Britney's Everybody along with Gimme More are actually rather catchy tunes. Shocking. But yes, the videos are just crass. Eurgh.

And the "look" wasn't appreciated

*You* know how I am.
*You* know what I'm like.
*You* still gave me that look.

Not appreciated.
Thanks.

When Enough Is Enough

I want to throw in the towel.

I've sat through countless episodes of Little Britain and The League of Gentlemen (and spent $100 just buying the damn DVD). I've read review upon review and can't find suitable references. I've tried to plot out the direction of this essay and work out where exactly I'm going to find a total of 2500 words (and failed). I've stared into middle distance to find inspiration.

AND I CAN'T SEEM TO DO IT.

This was the single essay that I was looking forward to doing and now that I'm working on it, I can't do it. It's taking me ages to actually get words to flow out of my fingers.

With reference to the British comedy sketch show, Little Britain, examine in close detail the aspects of gender and/or sexuality and political correctness.

You'd think it was easy, wouldn't you? I'm exploring episode one of series two and so far, I've taken two pages of notes from the episode to see how sexual/gender related it is and the extent of its political correctness. Out of the twelve sketches, only half of them can be used.

I tried taking notes on The League of Gentlemen too, but to no avail. I mean, there are references that can be used. There are noted similarities that I can pick up on. But seriously, sitting down to watch any more mindless comedy will put me out of my mind.

What I really want to do right now is just sit down with Justin and play Rayman. Or go tanning. The weather is rather pleasant today. Eurgh...

Cravings

Ever wanted to eat something so bad that nothing else would suffice? Like the mee pok from Boat Quay with its chili that lingers on in your mouth for an hour after, tingling in your throat, leaving you with that constant need for the iced lemon tea from Bedok Central's S-11.

I haven't eaten all day and my body doesn't want anything but that.

Shit.