Wherein the cheek wobbles

February 24, 2008

Today I went jogging for the first time in a long while. To my horror, I discovered that my cheeks wobbled when I ran.

Flight of the conchords

February 16, 2008

I’ve been watching Flight of the Conchords, and was pleasantly delighted to find live Flight of the Conchords performances on YouTube. Flight of the Conchords is a folk-comedy duo from New Zealand (self-allegedly the 4th most popular there) and also the name of a HBO comedy series featuring the band. It’s cutely funny. Here’s one of their songs.

The TV show version:

Also, something completely different–Up in Town–a “black comedy monologue” by Joanna Lumley. I’m not exactly sure what to make of it–I definitely wouldn’t have classified it under “comedy”. Joanna Lumley performs the role of Maddie Blacklock wonderfully, a former socialite and professional upper-crust wife whose star has long since faded since her ruined marriage, and who has nothing to do with her time other than to fantasize and reminisce. It’s actually rather touching and sad and full of painful dramatic irony.

Child labour!

February 12, 2008

Child labour! But in a good way. Read more about the Playpump here.

Of course, I have my doubts about how much underground water there is in sub-saharan Africa and the feasibility of using it for general consumption. If underground-water was such an easy answer, why aren’t there any hand-drawn ones?

Also, is it just me or does a play pump remind you of old-fashioned mills–the kind you see on TV used as torture devices, with captives chained to it and slavedrivers whipping them from behind?

Perhaps some form of punishment for naughty children?

“Ukundu! Do your homework or you’ll have to go out and play!”

or:

Headline: Children play to pump water–suffer dehydration

What was I thinking?

February 10, 2008

Having had a long holiday over the Chinese new Year with very little to do, I decided to do some digital spring cleaning and get rid of some of the old photos on disk. Of course, any time you take out old photos to look at you can’t help but go through them and think back on the fond memories of the past (assuming you take photos at nice, lovely events and not at terrible checkpoints in your life like funerals and car accidents).

I came across some photos of my university days, and came across some photos of myself on a trip to Malaysia. I had really really lousy hair. And I made some really terrible poses in those photos. Some border on sacrilege. I must have been very much better at convincing people back then than I am now, because I’m pretty sure there’s no way I can get people to do things like this any more.

My only mitigation is that KL was very boring, thus resulting in my built-in boredom-defence mechanism to kick in and generate fun. This is how boring KL was:

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The smiling on-camera is skewing my judgment, because it makes it seem so much more fun than it really was. That said, I would like to apologize to any Malaysians I may have offended. I just don’t learn my lesson.

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