the entry of gleeful quotes

by now, i'm sure everyone has caught onto the bandwagon of the whirlwind hit tv series that is glee. it's a culmination of high school musical-meets-mean girls with a tight script that's fun, funny and has heart. already, i've developed an irrepressible foible for the characters like self-idolizing sue sylvester, or emma pilsbury, whose case of ocd is a tad, well, obsessive. the series' gotten to me so much, everytime i hear i kissed a girl on the airwaves, i have half a mind to slap my thigh like how stutter-y tina does it in the series.

so here's a tribute with my top ten quotes from the show:

10. "your resentment is delicious". - sue

9. "anything less than a four-hundred thread count and i could break out into impetigo!" - sandy

8. "eavesdrop much?" - quinn

7. "i swear to you i will stick my fist so far down your throat you'll taste my armpit hairs!" - ken

6. "my body is like a rum chocolate souffle: if i don't warm it up right, it doesn't rise." - kurt

5. "we just sold all seventeen copies of your cd!" "i didn't even have to show any of them my bosoms!" - will's folks

4. "take what away?" - brittany, who else?

3. "who is josh groban? kill yourself!" - sandy

2. "i'll often yell at homeless people, 'hey, how's that homelessness working out for you? give not being homeless a try, huh?' " - sue

1. "have you ever liked somebody so much you just wanna lock yourself up in your room, turn on sad music and cry?" - rachel "no." - emma (segues into car scene of emma alone, crying and hysterically singing along to the stereo "all by myself")

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the entry going gaga

i believe in karma. case in point: back in the heydays when i was a klutzy flight attendant (a.k.a. the literal airhead), many chinese national pax and their equally worthy bad breath were oft the cause of my haughty complaints. of late, i think i have been suffering from a mild case of halitosis myself due to my late night stakeouts, to which my friends would retch, cast me a nasty look, and question me if i have just downed a clove of garlic or something.

reeling the story back in, in case you folks now have shoddy, second impressions of me, let's bring on the glam with gaga and her slam. picture this: a sea of thronging crowd at fort canning park (10,000 folksies, as stated by lady gaga onstage later) packed in cliques, some young, some old, but all nonetheless awaiting with bated breath, peals of excitement bubbling amidst the frenzy for the kickoff of the performance by up-and-rising starlet lady gaga.

where one could have nonchalantly performed a sub-par standard gig, lady gaga took a vaudeville-esque performance to a nouveau high. she teased us during the dialogue sessions with her sweet, raspy vocals, wowed us when she went full throttle into her ass-kicking piano sessions and robust, circa christina aguilera vocals (no offence, but you're kinda sloping off, miss c.a.), and entertained us thoroughly with her backup dancers and slick dance moves.

but with only one album under her belt, the nonetheless engaging performance lasted a mere 60 minutes. still, it was all worth it despite being surrounded by the clamors of stark-crazed fans' shouts, swears, and pig sweat included.

lady gaga, me, and jem

i apologise for the quantity and quality of pics. i was just having too much fun.

on a side note, this entry was written when i was taking a dump. night peeps!

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the entry about notwithstanding premises and bereavement

i'd like to think of myself as not a stupid person, or at least that's what i think. but i couldn't help feeling like a nincompoop after watching the dvd version of push, starring chris evans and dakota fanning. if push came to shove, i would have stayed away from that flick even if my life depended on it. unless you're planning to ingest a 111 minute mind-numbing picture permeated with perfunctory acting, plagiaristic plots, and cringe-worthy jargons (the characters are categorized under pushers, watchers, movers, bleeders, stitchers, etc), my advise would be you're better off just watching recaps of michael jackson's videos.

speaking of the late superstar, the news of his demise came as a huge shock to me. i was under the impression that this might have been one of the many internet hoaxes that we see these days, but alas, it was not meant to be. his premature death also drives home a poignant yet oft-shunned truism of life. for all the money he had in the world, the white-gloved entertainer proved to us that even the most sizzling, brightest star has a use-by date. we are reminded of our mortality and it exposes the frailty and vulnerability in all of us, that wherever we are born, however wealthy or healthy we might be, whatever kind of looks we are endowed with, our span on this planet is limited, is finite. we live, we age, and for better or for worse, we die. every thread of relationship we ever had, every wisp of memory we ever held, every facet of feelings we ever felt, it'd be all wiped out in the blink of an eye that never opens again. we fall into a chasm of darkness that we will never be able to climb out of, ever. in the most literal sense, it's the eternal slumber that no one, in his right frame of mind, would ever look forward to.

poetically speaking, death is a fact of life. the best we can make of life is to cherish it whilst it lasts. seize the day and live the moment, for life is short.

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