This weekend I…
- had takeaway barbecue at The Londoner (barbecue is my new favourite food)
- watched I ♥ Huckabees (weird)
- noticed that it was raining extremely hard
- wrote
- got rained on trying to get barbecue for dinner (failed, the nonstop rain kept everyone indoors)
- had a not so good beef, Guiness, and raisin (eh) pie at Javaromas for dinner
- noticed it was still raining
- had a quick hamburger lunch at the Cavalry Cafe
- started on a new sock doll (just some finishing touches needed before I release it on the world)
- had chicken curry Kapitan (some sort of Malaysian curry) at the Singapore restaurant
- had a Vegemite and cheese roll and hot chocolate at Javaromas
This weekend I…
- watched Devour (very, very bad, but I know the person who played The Beast)
- slouched around all day
- had dinner at Oliva
- had coffee at Javaromas
- went to Wayne and Angela’s for the rugby (although the girls were delegated to the room at the back because I suppose we didn’t like the rugby or something)
- went to The Londoner at 2.30am for food
- ate duck porridge at 5am
- slept in all day
- had dinner at Little Chilli
- watched Fantastic Four (not as bad as I’d anticipated, but not good, either)
- watched Bad Taste (Neil’s first time)
This weekend I…
- had dinner at the floating restaurant (aka ‘The Floater’ — good seafood)
- had a few drinks at The Londoner (we left at 4am, others left at 5.30, some were ready for breakfast and some sun at 8.15 after non-stop vodka red bulls)
- had lunch at Pattaya with the Oxleys and the Boyles
- watched Tai-pan at Neil’s request (it is very, very bad)
- ordered in Tutto Bene for dinner
- watched Layer Cake (better, but a typical Guy Ritchie film, according to Neil)
- watched three episodes of Lost
- bought a good chair for me to use in our ‘office’
- watched three episodes of Lost
- had all you can eat Japanese for dinner
- had dessert at Javaromas (ran into and chatted with Allison, and borrowed two books from the TuTu Collection — Yes Prime Minister and Post Mortem)
This weekend I…
- had dinner at The House (they have a new menu)
- had a few drinks at The House
- accompanied Kristie, manager at The House, to Park Latin (she was a little, er, tipsy — to say the least)
- ate duck porridge at 5am (Neil ate two bowls)
- had a late lunch at Javaromas
- sat outside The Londoner while the final test match between the British Lions and AllBlacks was on
- had dinner at a local Xinjiang restaurant
- watched Trainspotting
- had minestrone soup and french fries at Tutto Bene
- watched Alien Vs. Predator
This weekend I…
- had an early dinner at the Big Belly Sichuan restaurant
- watched a few episodes of Frasier
- went to an 18th birthday party at Georgie and Gary’s (and as we all agreed, our chances of going to more 18th birthdays in future were rather slim)
- dragged Neil home from Park Latin far too late
- had cheap soupy noodles for lunch
- had a cold Coke Light at Georgie and Gary’s (I detest diet drinks, they taste bad, but that’s all they had that was cold)
- had dinner at Havana (where the prices of their steaks have gone up quite significantly over the last 18 months)
- watched Sin City (that was fun, Clive Owen’s quite hot, eh, but watching Jessica Alba snog Bruce Willis was a bit creepy)
- watched a few episodes of Frasier
What a dirty, dirty shame
It is perhaps appropriate that I purchased and watched A Dirty Shame yesterday. It’s the latest film directed by John Waters (which should tell you everything you need to know about the type of film it is). I, on the other hand, had not realised it was a John Waters film until the credits rolled, so imagine my delight.
It’s not really a film that can be spoiled in any way, so here’s what it’s about. It’s about sex addicts, starring Tracey Ullman, Johnny Knoxville, Chris Isaak, and Selma Blair. John Waters sets up situations (accidental concussions spark a complete loosening of inhibitions and the sufferers begin to openly indulge their deepest, darkest fetishes) and it all just goes crazy. Like all his films I’ve seen thus far (Cry-Baby, Polyester, Pink Flamingos, Desperate Living), it’s rude and shocking, but it’s not in any way pornographic. No where is there in-your-face nudity (a bloke’s arse is shown at one point and Selma Blair’s prosthetic boobs come out to play — update: on a second viewing, there were two scenes of full frontal nudity, but they were so ridiculous and it felt completely non-sexual to me), nowhere is there sexual intercourse (but there are fully-clothed simulations), but what perhaps flies in the face of ‘public decency’ is an open acceptance (? perhaps more like acknowledgement) of sexual diversity and fetish. S&M doesn’t even get a mention here, it’s probably too vanilla.
The core aim of the movie, it appears, especially in the cast and crew interviews, is to bring to the (over 17 years of age) public’s attention the fact that sex between consensual partners is not bad or evil or dirty, it just is what it is. Although this film confronts a US audience, I think this applies to Singapore too, where homosexuals (especially men) are now being discriminated against ‘for their own good’ (no public parties, no casual sex, no HIV — QED?) and where a girl’s nude, non-gynaecological photo is the talk of the town. Our public face is this Pleasantville-like facade, and not so far under the surface lurk diverse opinions, dreams, and desires, sexual or otherwise. We may not need to approve, on a personal level, every single thing, but we at least need to acknowledge they exist and not pretend that if we ignore or ban them, they will go away.
I do agree with the Big Ethel character that sometimes political correctness can go too far, though.
All in all, a good film and it made me laugh, especially to see Tracey Ullman be a ‘cunnilingus bottom’ addict.
(Plus I think Chris Isaak is hot.)
This weekend I…
- watched Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events
- watched I, Robot (ho-hum)
- watched the last three episodes of Monk season two (I love that show)
- organised my closet (I felt guilty after Neil organised his during the week)
- went to Gulangyu for an exploratory walk
- went to a birthday party on Gulangyu
- went to Park Latin with Allison because she really, really wanted to go out
- watched two blokes at Park Latin leer at a pretty 15-year old (I’m beginning to think licencing laws should be instituted to protect kids from pervs, not prevent them from drinking)
- had lunch at Javaromas with Allison (and she was feeling pretty rough, hah)
- did a bit of What’s On Xiamen work
- got Chinese food delivered for dinner
- watched Hotel Rwanda (it always horrifies me that people can be so consumed with hatred that killing occurs on this scale)
This weekend I…
- had fish (me) and chips (Neil) at The Londoner
- watched The Door in the Floor and three episodes of Monk (season two)
- finished reading The Complete Yes Minister and The System of the World
- started on The Road to Serfdom
- had seafood horfun and deep fried prawn paste chicken wings at the Singapore restaurant (I am officially addicted to those damn chicken wings)
- had a lemon meringue tart and Irish coffee at Javaromas with Neil, Allison, Jeff, Via, Greg, Molly, and Nugget the chihuahua (chihuahuas are really strange looking dogs, and are they meant to shake that much)
- had a few drinks and plenty of conversation at The Londoner
- cycled 34km along Huandao Lu (stopped halfway to chat to the kitesurfer blokes)
- had Thai for dinner
- ate a popsicle
- watched three episodes of Monk