today at mass the choir sang this song entitled "telephone to glory" and i burst out laughing. in the middle of mass. just before communion. and i couldn't stop. i'm surprised nobody doused me in holy water. but i felt kinda bad because there was this sweet old lady next to me who was singing along quite happily. so i had to think about someone dying just to make myself feel a bit more solemn.

anyway, the song was horrendously cheesy and i really wished zoot was there because she would have laughed right along with me and i wouldn't have had to look heathen all by myself. but then again, mum did a double-take when the saw the lyrics and i'm pretty sure i saw her biting her lip to keep from laughing herself.

and after mass we had to scuttle out of church because i'm pretty sure everyone saw my heaving shoulders and heard the muffled snorts and giggles.

edit: i have since learned that the glorious telephone song is also an old jazz/blues song. however, i still maintain that it is silly, and that a barbershop quartet-type rendition is not appropriate for Roman Catholic mass, unless the intention is to have the congregation in stitches.

the book i'm meant to be reviewing is on New Urbanism, which also goes by the name of Neo-Traditionalism.

i think when it comes to portmanteau (we learned this word before, remember?) and -isms*, the architect is king/queen/lord and master, especially for -isms that aren't easy to decipher at first glance. what a pompous esoteric lot we are.

also, like i said stu's present FINALLY arrived in the mail! after 9 weeks of waiting. so of course it had to be delivered asap*.

i'm glad he likes it !

also, a certain somebody introduced me to the works of marten baas. i like! i want. take note of the toxic yellow chair under "treasure furniture". MDF = Medium Density FUN ?!?!

* n.b. hopefully one day i will have my own -ism. CUTE-ism. and you will all love it or else.

* stoo + ben's presents were ordered in the midst of hard gay mania. i think it's kinda dying down now, but still u gotta admit it's a funky present.

IT HAS ARRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVED

jubilation !! and all that jazz. i will post pictures of this mysterious IT after it has been delivered to its rightful owner.

[makes happy noises that temporarily replace the wailing and gnashing of teeth that accompany the essay i'm supposed to be pulling out my arse right now]

oh look! it is past midnight, and my flickr upload limit is once again at 0%!

the first few are from the strokes concert that was a few weeks ago, but then we didn't take that many photos. mostly because there was either nothing on stage, or the strokes on stage. and when the strokes were performing, taking photos kinda took a backseat to jumping around.

the rest of the photos are just stupid ones from stuie's beer&moustache party.

also, many deadlines to meet but then my sleeping patterns are super screwed up. so before i finally actually go, here's a motivational poster!

you may recall the first version of this .. well i figured i'd take it one step further and print out version 2 to put in studio/my study. perhaps gazing at it will inspire amazing fantasmic work.

edit: it's so annoying how you can't change the order of your photos in flickr =_= i forgot and uploaded my strokes pictures in (what i thought was) chronological order but is in fact reverse chronological order and now they're all reversed (except for the one in the middle) *breathe* ARGH! damnation.

happy merdeka to all malaysian readers!