Force Quit On Your Losing Streak

Well, this is nice. A short charge of calm before work revs up again and it's back to being uncomfortably chummy with the ugly heads of sleep deprivation and stress as dense as notorious Singaporean humidity. Do excuse me while I momentarily bask in this blink of a break and sleep at times where there are still decent things on TV. And by decent I mean enriching documentaries on orcas and seals, ones with spectacular close-up footage instead of hasty cuts of lackluster faraway shots coupled with stock video. I miss Animal Night so much. :(


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Of course in my black absence from this thought-space, a ton of things happened. For example, I was momentarily attached to Dionel.



2) Ievan and I attempted a comeback video that rivalled the flop that was Christina Aguilera in Burlesque.



3) We then actually WATCHED Burlesque in a way that has been officially declared as the "5D Experience". This essentially is living and reacting like you were in the movie itself, a breath away from Cher's mummified body or in the club audience as Xtina teases with fluffy fans. Your movie experience should be a brimming, VERY overwhelming sensory experience. You are not having the 5D Experience if you are rooted to your seat passively chewing popcorn.

(Yes, I do understand that this actually means 4D tops, but here in Ievanville, we're big fans of hyperbole and dramatic exaggeration.)



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GPOY: Ievan-&-I-in-40-years Edition

4) And then No Strings Attached, which contributed to my free movie streak (I'm on Movie Number 10!). An awful effort by the way, narrowly saved by a glorious Ashton Kutcher mooning that occupied half the movie screen. Narrowly.








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5) Then a couple of weeks back, Converse Singapore bumped up Texas-sized notches up in my book by giving me some tickets to breathe the same smoke-and-bubbles-infested air as YANNIS PHILLIPAKIS. WIth the help of 87 of the darlingest, most Facebook-active people, I got my moolah-deprived ass some free tickets to Laneway Festival 2011! My January couldn't have been more beautiful. :')



Laneway was..........................ICAN'TEVEN. No, I literally can't. I've been sitting here infront of my screen toying with word arrangements and diction and metaphors and I just can't. You may, however, imagine crazed hand gesticulations and little-girl screams. Maybe even crying. WITHDRAWAL WAS SO HARD TO REMEDY.

















I have never paid so little attention to my welfare. The part of my brain that cared about the way I looked and well-being of my immune system probably had been short-circuited by the wildly see-sawing weather changes. By the time it got dark, the driest person would have looked like he or she was hosed down by an entire fire engine whose Mat-drivers decided to have fun.

Of course any act that came up on stage remained completely void of the merciless precipitation. Like they all had prayed to some Music Hipster Buddha that had bestowed upon all of them an infinite resistance to moisture. Didn't pick up any bitterness in the soggy crowd though.

I think the constant music was a clever distraction. It may not have been intentional, but the break-less bullet train of indie anthems in between each act maintained hype at its optimal level despite the cloudy gloom.

Oh, almost forgot about the mud party our feet were having.

AND THEN................................................................FOALS.








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BRB CRYING.

I know this is an abrupt end to my Laneway recount. but I really can't bring myself to EVEN............... So here's a perfect picture of Jack & Edwin by the very talented Ryan C. to conclude this gush-a-thon.


HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG

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Completed Feature Writing. It was one of the most painful things this semester and "If you want something done right, do it yourself" was never sososososoososoososos relevant. It resounded in a way so clear and so rich that it inevitably became an official new mantra, and it came in handy as a justification to all the unnecessary work I was doing.

Here she is!


Flippin' Photobucket lowered the colour quality. :c

"Here at munch, we don’t believe in conformism.

Conformism belongs to the 13-year-olds giving in to peer pressure and communism, which are really two things furthest away from what munch is. We like to do things a little differently here, and with Valentine’s Day teasing us with its horned head just around the corner, what better time to stick out like a well-manicured thumb? Just for your Romeo or Juliet (plural, if you’re quite the non-believer in fidelity), munch says make everybody else feel inadequate by making market-spoilers of cupcakes (page 4), learning a thing or two about ruffling up the sheets (page 15), or if all else fails, tell your darling munch sent him or her a big wet kiss.

Of course while you’re all flustered and lovesick, we haven’t forgotten about more pressing issues. What’s more pressing than gaining approval from your baby? Your health and money, son. This VDay, skip the McDonald’s candlelight dinners (page 11) and maybe that place that will take your bank account’s eye out (page 14). Nobody likes a poor person with a heart attack.
Alright. Happy VDay, kids. GET LAID!
The munch Team
xoxo"

And some outtakes from some of the shoots:














Makeshift photo studio is makeshift.

Pick up a copy of Munch today. While stock lasts. And, yes, stock. Singular. Because I have yet to attain the skill to transfigure my ample supply of dust bunnies into enough cash to fuel a nation-wide distribution. I remain wistful.



Yeah. That.