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[ red_a02 ] Shuzhen – The first episode was a lot of fun, cos it had an interesting cocktail of sexual tension and smooth fight choreography. This episode is like the awkward aftermath...
27 Aquarius 13 18:13
[ vermilion_2 ] YAPX – I understand that most of your stories are dialogue-based and heavy on retorts and counter-retorts. This one felt unnecessarily circular. It starts with a cool premise: a killer/villain/vigilante uses Lent to swear off something that should be second nature to him (I suppose), and then talks about a story. The link between the two (giving up killing & the story) isn’t a 100% fit. Maybe instead of “let me tell you a story”, it could be “hey, you see I even passed a guy up for death today!” or equivalent. Something to drag Lorelei into the banter and the premise. // That’s my only complaint. I’m not a big fan of dialogue-based stories, but I can make a exception for this.
14 Aquarius 13 08:03
[ 130204 ] YAPX – Good pace, good characters, great dialogue. The thing I like best is a combination of the three: how you build up their pseudo-relationship through all that back-and-forth exchange. Somehow, you craft a unique, strange relationship: from any one point in the story, both of them are manipulative, victimised and hypocrites - though not all at once. // On word choices, I felt you could change the word “janitor” (“cleaner” or “uncle” would’ve given a different, but more acute local flavour to it). Mostly because, it’s connotes an added level of difference through: class. Whether or not you intended it, by portraying the “janitor” and “student” you bring out the fact that he’s stuck there socially in all sense of the word. It made the part where he says he reads books during weekends completely out-of-context and weird. // Also, there’s too much “sliding” in and out of the room. Not sure if that’s intentional repetition, or just a lack of other words. // I thought that the girl’s own background is pretty compelling. Even after everything, I can’t tell if she’s speaking the truth. Because I’m all for unreliable narrators and characters, I can still find her well-thought out. But other readers might lose patience or wonder at her sudden change of heart at the final moment.
04 Aquarius 13 08:48
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Intelligent Life ♠ 02 Vi♍o 2k5, Frigg’s Day ♣ |  |
Okay, I read this particularly fascinating comment earlier today on a friend of a friend’s blog. She’s this girl and she’s talking about the guy she wants to meet and she wants him to be the kind of guy who’d sit in a cafe and read “existentalism by Frederich Nechitze”. She actually spelled Neitzchchhe’s name correctly, so that’s not what I’ll be mocking.
That one comment alone was almost enough to prompt me to correct her, but I thought I’d play nice. Unfortunately, it’s pre-dawn and I’ve nothing to do, so here we are again.
Firstly, existentialism was coined by Russell, and epitomised in a pharse by Descartes. Secondly, Nich’tze is about as far as you can get from existentialism and still be philosophical about it, since the big N is a nihilist. In fact, he not only famously said, “God is dead,” he actually inspired Hitler.
A person who reads existential philosophy is probably abit sot (yaknow, in Singlish) in the head, a person who reads Nechiitztztzteee is totally gone. And to do it in a cafe? I mean, how poseur is that?
Those of us who read don’t do it in cafes, for crying out loud, we do it in a respectably traditional fashion, in the toilet. Or on the train, or at the coffee shop.
This brings me to point two. There weren’t any papers left for sale today so I had to skip lunch. It’s bloody annoying when there’s only The New Paper left, since TNP has about as much Signal:Noise as Teenage magazine (of which the writing is so bad I have the constant urge to summarise each page into the one paragraph of actual information it contains. Yes, I read Teenage, it happens to appear in my toilet from time to time, like a recurring nightmare). Ye gods, I need to get my hands on a readable book soon, before I starve to death. BTB, ST was running excepts from The Little Red Dot, recollections or something from Singapore’s diplomats, that was pretty good stuff.
Anyhow, back to point one, what is it with women bemoaning the lack of intelligent men? It’s not that we don’t exist, it’s that you girls won’t give us the time of day. You girls want to have intelligent guys to talk to, and yet you date all the flashy poseurs who hang out in cafes, join bands and do other stuff that requires, you know, going out and having an actual social life. We intelligent guys (henceforth called nerds), stay at home and, for example, write inane (yet humourously insightful) blogs about the human condition.
Now, nerds, being guys, are only interested in one thing (and yeah yeah, you’ll say you know some nerds who aren’t. Well, we have a term for that, it’s called “repressed”). So unless you’re willing to put out, we’ll spending our time with girls that may, someday, hopefully, if all goes well. You see, being male, we don’t need that many people to talk to, and, since we’re nerds, we have nerd friends to talk to, which basically allows us to fulfil our intelligent conversation quota whenever we feel like it.
Ohh, I just remembered I wrote about this a long time ago and didn’t post it. Anyhow, my point was, it’s your own bloody fault you can’t meet intelligent guys. Depending on your standards, that’s like 1-5% of the population, it’s all about the hit rate.
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If you leave I won’t cry
I won’t waste one single day
But if you leave don’t look back
I’ll be running the other way
