I quote, from the (the best source I could find after 10 minutes of Googling on this):

Madonna, who is well known for her sensuous singing, acting and branding, has an intelligence quota rated at a genius level of 140 IQ.

Of course, the same article accords Madonna the praise generally reserved for tyrannical despots by their state-run publications and the Israel News Agency seems to be little better than some kind of SEO-driving cut-and-paste job, but I’m willing to believe that Madonna has enough IQ to get into Mensa. Also a little quote in IMDB on Madonna’s profile, but I’m not too sure how far verification goes in the editing this particular instance.

Just for comparison’s sake, I dug out Xiaxue’s article wherein she crows her triumph at getting into Mensa.

Oh, mensans, quit now.

Fundamentally Happy

February 11, 2007

Watched Fundamentally Happy yesterday with F. It was a good play for its budget, raising some issues that I thought were interesting (it’s about paedophilia, selective memory, religous duty) and stepsiding religous complications that might have crippled it.

Fundamentally Happy Image

Here’s a YouTube clip of a past season’s run, somewhat different from the version I caught (gee, you can find everything on YouTube).

As we sat down, F raised a point that I hadn’t noticed- the number of people in the theatre. All in all, there were only about 100(+- 20). F asked how it was possible thay could have made money, considering that a ticket only cost S$30 and with the play running for only two nights.

Doing the math, we figured (well, I figured, because numbers interest me) they could probably rake in something like S$6K in revenue at best, and what with site rentals it probably couldn’t turn much of a profit, much less feed the actors.

And this got me guilty, because I had used my expired student pass to purchase a ticket for myself at a concession rate (F is still a student, so no guilt for him). Evil Alex, who had shortchanged the hardworking artists of a whole S$12 for an hour’s worth of good and thought-provoking entertainment!

So I resolve to pay full admission should I ever go for a play again! Never again shall my hands be sullied by the blood of starving artists!

Seriously, though, I know they get governmental subsidies. But hey, you wouldn’t stinge on charity just because you knew kidney-problem patients got medical subsidies, would you?

College Saga

February 8, 2007

Ugh. I can’t believe I wasted 40 minutes of my life watching this crap. It’s College Saga, a real-life dramatization of squaresoft RPG elements.

**Warning – watch only if in possession of sufficient Squaresoft RPG knowledge **

The lead is Singaporean. Or at least, he owns a POSB ATM card – the old metal-coloured kind, so he has to have lived in Singapore at some time in the past. Since he knows the difference between being a Republican and a Democrat I’d say he’s been suitably Americanized.

Give me back 40 minutes Mark Leung!!!

Quirky familial habits

February 7, 2007

So I’ve moved back home for about half a year now, and never before have I been so fully aware of the strange habits of my parents.

Like my father’s belief in the disinfecting power of garlic, for example.

Father cuts up cloves of garlic every morning and puts them around the house. There is garlic anywhere bacteria might lurk, lying in wait for unsupecting human prey. There is garlic beside the sink, garlic in the toilet, garlic beside the cloves of garlic in the kitchen. I am always bemused to see father’s dentures lying in a bowl of water with a slice of garlic – bemused and slightly sorry for the people who will have to talk to him.

I too, now believe in the disinfecting power of garlic. After all, because of it I spend less time at the sink and toilet – those dangerous realms of bacteria – and spending less time there makes for a smaller chance of infection, no?

Living alone with only a male roommate, I’d also almost forgotten about the female menstrual cycle. Now, me and my ilk have a tendency to behave much nicer out of home than inside, which means to say my parents are possibly the only people in the world I’ve ever screamed at. I believe the converse to be true as well, my mother’s professional obligations as a teacher notwithstanding.

And for a few days every month, my mother takes this practice to its extreme.

It’s always easy to tell when the cycle’s around again – the palpible tension in the air, the baleful stares my mother directs at any who dare cross her path, the loud sullen clanking of dishes being done by her instead of her itinerant children – all the signs of a storm in the air. During days like these I try to be as silent as possible and iron my own clothes, mindful of the fact that menstruation is the fault of all men, who are evil and terrible and oppress women with such sinful acts as WALKING ABOUT NOISILY or WATCHING TV WITH THE VOLUME TURNED ON TOO LOUDLY and LEAVING ELECTRICAL APPLIANCES SWITCHED ON FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON.

Weekends are ba ku teh (pork rib soup) days – my mother’s culinary skills have, over the years, developed to the point where the only things she can (or will) cook are plain rice and ba ku teh. I’m not entirely sure why – I think it’s becuase it’s an easy dish to cook, involving the mixing of an insta-bag of herbs and some pork ribs into a pot and boiling for several hours – the extended equivalent of instant noodles (when father is around, there’s extra garlic too). I suppose mother holds the vague this to be her maternal contribution towards the family’s well-being (other than working a six-day week and doing our laundry), the preparatin of food being so important for the women of her generation.

And so we have ba ku teh almost every weekend, sometimes little saltier than others, at other times a little tougher, depending on the butcher visited and the insta-herbs used.

And I look at the two of them, wondering how long I can stay and whether they expect me to, here in this house of quirky habits.

Photos from my new phone

February 7, 2007

Wat Chalong

Peacock Sentosa 1

Got a Sony Ericsson K800i! Easy transfer of photos!

Just a peacock that seems to like hanging around the office and a photo of Wat Chalong in Phuket.