You know how some days, you come home from work, do more work, and then try to surf the net and find absolutely nuffin interesting?
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Master of Disaster from the album “Master of Disaster” by John HiattTweet
The winner of the Malaysian bloggers’ Blog of the Year Award (www.petalingstreet.org) arrived here on Saturday, informing only a few trusted Singaporean counterparts of his visit. But it is quite silly to trust a blogger, Singaporean or otherwise, as Kenny found out.
It says here that I have to fast for six hours before 8am tomorrow, when I report to camp (again). The Army loves me. I can’t really say it’s an unrequited love, though. I’d fast for love, wouldn’t you?
It also says my employer is obligated by law to let me go back to camp. Gotta tell the boss. Boss say good, make him wake up earlier than usual for once.
It’s Just Work For Me from the album “Chavez Ravine” by Ry Cooder
Surf stop: aGentX RamblesTweet
But being the prima donnas that we are, we were terrible hosts. I had work till 8, mrbrown had to make sure his kids were tucked in, and who meets up before 9pm on a Saturday night anyway?
But Kenny, being the resourceful bugger that he is, and being the swinging, young, single lad that he is, managed to find his way to Hideout, where I found him talking twenty three to the dozen with the beautiful co-owner. I also found that he wasn’t as easily swayed as I. Belinda had only managed to get him to buy one beer while he waited for me to battle traffic.
Then, all hell broke loose, and a dozen bloggers, following some rumour that he was at Hideout, arrived soon after, clamouring for Kenny’s attention.
We’d have partied and supped till dawn if not for Xiaxue managing to persuade Kenny to karaoke with her. Without us.
Go back to Malaysia, Kenny! The limelight’s ours, you hear? Don’t come here and anyhowly potong left, right and centre.
(Kenny’s here till Monday. Interested parties can take him to the night safari Sunday night. Feed him to the hungry animals).
Soy Luz Y Sombra from the album “Chavez Ravine” by Ry CooderTweet
Tonight I am levelled, floored by this awesome new album by Ry Cooder. Here’s the blurb on Amazon.com, and you’ll know why I already liked it even before I heard one track:
Ry Cooder’s Chavez Ravine is-a post-World War II-era American narrative of “cool cats,” radios, UFO sightings, J.Edgar Hoover, red scares, and baseball.Using real and imagined historical characters, Cooder and friends creates an album that recollects various aspects of the poor but vibrant hillside Chicano cummunity, which was bulldozed by developed in the interest of “progress.”
Ry Cooder might have been tempted to bill this as the Chavez Ravine Social Club. After generating such popular and critical interest in Cuban music of decades past with the Buena Vista Social Club, Cooder applied a similar approach closer to home, extending his fascination with the Mexican-American culture that flourished in 1940s and ’50s Los Angeles. The result is an CD that sounds like it’s aspiring to be something far more ambitious: a DVD, a theatrical production, even a time machine. Cooder and a cast of seminal Chicano artists present a song cycle that conjures an era of UFOs, the Red Scare, and political machinations that leveled the Chavez Ravine barrio to lure the Brooklyn Dodgers to Los Angeles. In his celebration of a vibrant community that doesn’t know it’s on the verge of displacement, Cooder enlists Thee Midnighters vocalist Little Willie G. (whose songwriting collaboration with Los Lobos‘s David Hidalgo on “Onda Callejara” highlights the album). and Pachuco patriarchs Don Tosti and Lalo Guerrero, with the latter reviving his dancefloor favorite “Los Chucos Suaves.” The accordion of Flaco Jimenez adds conjunto flavor to “Barrio Viejo.” Throughout the album, Cooder plays a typically tasteful, understatedly virtuosic guitar, assumes a variety of vocal roles–including a cool Chet Baker homage in duet with pianist Jacky Terrason on “In My Town”–and provides the provocative social context. –Don McLeese
Onda Callejera from the album “Chavez Ravine” by Ry CooderTweet
This going on leave business gave me back my life this week and I still don’t know what to do with it. By the time I figure it out, it’ll be back to work.
Getting increasingly frustrated and saddened by matters of the heart and other parts, I did what any boy would want to do – I went and got a haircut. Actually, what prompted the emergency haircut was the TODAY artist’s caricature. That upset me a lot this morning. I couldn’t eat my breakfast after looking at it.
Cheryl the Chio Stylist was too busy to take any appointments, so I settled for Jonathan the guy stylist. Cheryl did say hi and thank me for saying nice things about her (on this blog! she read!) though. Izorg the shampoo boy / apprentice didn’t seem as happy.
Jonathan ran a comb through my hair and said, ‘are you balding or do you have a receding hairline?’
So I showed him the TODAY caricature and said, ‘See this? Fix it’.
And he said, ‘OK, I’ll give you a fringe’.
Having a new, unfamiliar stylist makes you make the obligatory small talk, and today, I offered, ‘yeah, my hair is confirm very messy one, and stubborn, because it’s the curse of being a Hainanese man’.
Jonathan says, ‘You Hainanese? Me too? See?’, and he takes off the beanie he’s wearing to show me his unmanageable hair and receding hairline. You know he’s earned his customer’s confidence by doing that, and he gets me a pretty decent upgrade on my hairstyle, which I am now still wearing proudly before I sleep and flatten the parts that aren’t supposed to be flat. Hopefully I’ll still look like Sonic the Hedgehog tomorrow morning. So stylo.
Sweetest Thing from the album “B-Sides 1980-1990″ by U2
Surf stop: textSOAPTweet
Don’t go to the 7-11 to pick up a copy of TODAY, because the caricature damn argly, can?
Most blogging services have comments systems which allow readers to leave comments. And some of the comments sections have taken a life of their own, and take up more space than the actual blog entry itself. For example, blogger ‘Finicky Feline‘ (www.finickyfeline.liquidblade.com) talked about her grouchy Sunday, and garnered thirty six comments. I expect even more comments on a later post, one about her wondering ‘how come 30+ year old men have mentalities of little kids’. I’m tempted to leave a comment there myself!
Read more here.
Surf stop: Talk RockTweet
I’m a-kinda at a loss right now as to what to do next. Sure there’s work waiting, but I’m on leave, and shouldn’t even be thinking about work. I shouldn’t be thinking about a lot of things, actually, but you know the ol’ blain. The heat’s boiled it good and proper.
There was that aborted trip to Malaysia with Dad. I enjoyed that. I spent the day in Singapore running errands for Mum, doing some work, and then spending an inordinate amount of time shopping for clothes. I didn’t buy any, but my shopping partner did. Just as well, because the clothes she bought just looked like they belonged on her.
I really shouldn’t be thinking of that beach holiday I can’t have.
Surf stop: Dan Washburn’s Shanghai DiariesTweet
So Dad says ‘No‘, when I ask him, ‘ready to go to Malaysia’?
Lucky I have things to do and people to meet. I live with such an impromptu family.
Surf stop: Beautiful Amnesia (because got nice photo of me)