Ah. Now I understand the hype. Kaiser Chiefs, the Leeds quintet, is my pick for new hot Britpop act of 2005.
With their music a fascinating slab of melody-tinged indie, their songs are anthemic and punky in equal measure.
"Oh My God" and "I predict a Riot" are sure hits.. Go listen. Awesome!
Kennyster @
1:22 AM
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Never Neverland?
In the story of Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie gave us the story of Wendy Darling, a girl on the verge of being a young woman who instinctively recoils from growing. She wants to remain a child, like her younger siblings, and to her rescue comes Peter Pan, the adolescent hero of so many of her stories.
He whisks them out of their Victorian playroom, up to the stars and off to Neverland for adventures with pirates, Indians, the lost boys and an impulsive, jealous fairy named Tinkerbell, who learned the grown-up lessons of true love and generosity the hard way.
There was this article in Life on Saturday where a critic has said that “Peter Pan is a story of a strange, dysfunctional boy who refuses to grow up, who hangs around a nursery window and lures in children away.”
The writer goes on the say that “surveying Peter Pan’s world as an adult has deeper and more disturbing implications. While a child’s universe is necessarily black and white, an adult’s is far from being so.”
Personally speaking, I disagree pretty strongly with this article. Children, in my opinion, are the most creative people. They are able to explore unique thoughts and are able to envision the total possible environment. What they say may sound nonsensical at first. But hey, every really new idea looks crazy at first isn’t it?
As kids, we concentrate on possibilities, not actualities.
As a result, we are able to keep the windows of the mind open for new opportunities.
But I also do agree that being perpetually in the mindset of a child is worrying and erhmm, freaky in several aspects. Just look at Michael Jackson. He is still a child, choosing to share his Neverland ranch and having sleepovers with kids.
Nevertheless, I'm still someone who chooses to believe in fairytales, in superheroes, in miracles. I like the feeling of stepping into the pages of a fairytale where I could be anything I want to be, where there is a Neverland where I can immerse myself in. Where there is magic.
*** And since I’m on the subject of creativity, here's a drawing which my friend sent me.
This is EXACTLY what I meant when I said we should concentrate on possibilities, not actualities.
If I ask you to draw an egg, how many of you would have drawn a bird?
We humans tend to see things hastily and think about them carelessly.
And oh, this is a drawing by Rene Magritte btw, a Belgian artist whose art pieces are simple yet spectacular. He chooses ordinary things from which to construct his works—trees, chairs, tables, doors, etc.. This is sufficient for him because even in the simplest of objects, he sees endless possibilities and ideas.
Kennyster @
7:50 PM
Meet the Parents
Parents wanting to meet me meant two things:
1) The relationship has crossed an important milestone of seriousness. 2) I'm about to be psychologically cavity-searched under the family microscope.
Indutitably fucked. =)
Kennyster @
4:48 AM
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Can tell I'm quite bored huh?
Haha. No lar. Actually, contrary to popular belief, I'm not bumming around or anything. I'm like super busy can. Projects projects projects. Presentations presentations presentations...
BUT on a more positive note, I got an A+ for my Creative Thinking Individual project!!
(Heehee... *jubilant jump* First A+ since primary five.)
Kennyster @
1:54 AM
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Love Is All Around Us
Flowers. Hugs. Kisses. Giggling. Tickling. Affection. Listening. Dancing. Touching. Hysterical laughter. Strolling along the seaside Cuddling at the playground. Counting the stars. Sharing an ice cream.
Love.
It's omnipresent.
Happy valentine's day. =)
Kennyster @
4:26 PM
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
"Mum, I don't drive a lorry."
Chinese New Year shopping with my mum is like... being denied euthanasia. You feel like dying but you cannot die.
Yesterday afternoon, my mum dragged me to the supermarket near my place. Jostling with the new year crowd, we moved from aisle to aisle, with her son (me) lingering behind, dutifully carrying the shopping baskets.
Centuries passed.
Okay. Maybe I was exaggerating. But SERIOUSLY, we must have spent like an hour plus there, and in the process filling like 6 baskets can??!!! Buying new year goodies I can understand. BUT 48 cans of coca-cola, 36 bars of soap, 12 packs of toothpastes, 5kg of washing powder and 6 whole freaking chickens???
I had to remind my Mom firmly (while at the same time not undermining her despotic dictatorship), that her son drives a car, a medium sized car, and not some DHL lorry and that we only have 2 pairs of hands, and they aren't exactly muscular.
And WAIT, nooo noo no, my sad story doesn't end here. After leaving the supermarket, my mom actually zoomed off to the market to "get more chickens", leaving me behind with A-L-L our groceries. Help.
I surveyed the pile of shopping bags. This was like some sort of World's Strongest Man challenge. Except that I was now going to be an entrant and hot favorite for the World's Most Pitiful Son competition.
I did my pitiful shrug routine, all rolling shoulders and curling top lip, and realise that nobody was going to take pity on thou wretched soul.
Carrying all the shopping bags in my trembling arms, with sweats beading down my red flustered face, I shuffled my feet ( think penguins ) all the way to the carpark, which was located at the fourth storey.
I am so glad that I'm not the only idiot who does this kind of stuff.
haha.
(memo to myself: I have to go get my own web cam.)
Kennyster @
4:29 PM
Thursday, February 03, 2005
I know that when you are in love, anything is justified. Cornyness goes down particularly well, cutesy talk and schmaltzy sentimentality rate highly to.
But seriously, last night was one of the loveliest nights ever.
I brought her to see the aeroplanes taking off. Lying on the bonnet of the car, with the wind blowing against us, we ended the night lying next to one another, talking quietly. It was the most comfortable thing I'd ever imagined. She had the dreamiest voice, rich and luxuriant. I was in Love. I was lost. I was excited.
But today she's sad again. I wish I can make her smile everyday.
I wish I can make her happy-happy always.
And normally I don't do this kind of stuff, since people who know me would know that I'm the kind who walks through the NOTHING TO DECLARE channel of emotion one. But since the little girl is depressed.. Oh well... bleah.
(Don't so sad lar k??)
Kennyster @
2:57 PM
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
The Funeral
I'm glad I made it to his funeral today. At least there's some form of closure for now.
Standing in the corner of his living room, having laid a batty, magnificent young man to rest, I was thinking what should be written on his headstone.
A list of his achievements? Testimonials from his loved ones?
It's amazing how a headstone bears nothing more than twenty words or so: born, died, wife, children. That's all. Not born, died, wife, children, 4 girlfriends, GPA 4.0, a successful career as a lawyer or what have you.
And why not? Why no elaboration??
I used to be puzzled by this question as well. And then finally today, as I look at Rufie's body, I knew, more than ever, what life is.
Life is the simple things. Life is just births, marriages and deaths.
And that can be beautiful or tragic, absurd or mundane.
Kennyster @
1:22 AM
The Unpretty
Kenny Loh
23
Formerly from Dunman High, VJC and formerly a proud member of the 2SIR 11th mono Alpha Company Apache warriors.
Currenly a 3rd year student at the Singapore Management University.
I'm into books, pool, soccer & conversation (by day), justice, honour & vengeance (by night).
Constantly on the lookout for crimelords, deformed megalomaniacs and women.
