Rainbow Pride

For those who didn't get the hidden allusion in the title...

I finally managed to catch Connie and Carla last Friday afternoon. "Women dressed as men dressed as women!" The basic premise of the story is that Connie and Carla dream of making it big singing show tunes in dinner theatres. One day, they witness their boss getting shot by some gangsters and they run, not knowing that their boss had secreted a bag of cocaine in their purse.

Looking for a place to hide, with no culture, no music and no theatres, as Carla puts it, they therefore end up in Los Angeles. :) There, Connie gets the idea of hiding out as drag queens, and they audition for a pub. Soon, they become sensations, probably because no one could imagine a guy/girl could sing like them.

The best thing is that the girls, with their outrageous show personalities, manage to fit in perfectly into their role as drag queens. They are sharp, campy, and have a f**k-you attitude that is to die for, dahling. Hence, they fit in just fine with the other sharp, campy, f**k-you drags. :)

The plot itself is predictable. You know Connie will fall in love with David Duchovny, ( He of the Fox Mulder fame. Oh, how long it took him to get back to screen! ) you know everything will work out fine, you know the girls will have to reveal their secret identities at the end. So what's the draw for this movie? Watching the gays and the transvestites in it. :D

Gawds! Those guys were hilarious! Like the first time C&C are introduced to these 4 guys, who come in, look at their sparse apartment, and declare "decorating time!" and then turn their apartment into something out of Martha Stewart's Home Living. *flicks a limp wrist* Be-yoo-tiful, dahling. Check out the guys in the audience, who wear pink tank tops and belly-button baring tanks, and who can barely hold back their emotions after the girls finish singing.

Or the drag queens, who dress up in their outrageous costumes and makeup, and who probably act more feminine than I do most of the time. :p "Oh, I hate you!" "Oh dear, oh dear, where's my lipstick?" "Are you all right? Do you need company?" *accompanied by sincere, caring glance* Gawds! They're so campy! You almost pity David Duchovny, who has to make a wrenching decision between his disapproving fiancee ( "Jeff, they're freaks..." ) and his cross-dressing brother. ( "This is who I am. You can't just pick the parts of me to like." ) Especially the scene when his full-dragged up brother walks in one direction away and his stern fiancee walks away in another and he's uncomfortably stuck in the middle, not knowing which side to follow.

Of course, this movie being the predictable type, you know that eventually he will acknowledge his brother.

So not to sound homophobic or prejudiced or anything, but I think the main draw of the movie is to laugh at the gays and the drag queens in it. ( Sorry to any gays or trans out there ) Their performance is superbly hilarious, and more than offsets the predictability of the show. ( Though even the ending was a bit much for me )

Girls' Nite Out

The rest of the night was spent over dinner and shopping with Necroz. High levels of oxytocin were probably in play last night, as we dined over sushi, gossiped, ( "So is your boss as cheekopek as ever?" "You mean he hasn't made a move yet??" ) and then made a beeline for the shopping.

Sometimes, in my single mode, and out with another single female, I wonder why some attached women like to drag their boyfriends along on shopping trips with them. Having shopped with both guys and gals, I say the experience of shopping with gals is way more fun. There's some kind of shopping high when both of you squeal over the same cute bra and run to the changing room to try it in together. ( In separate rooms of course ) Or when you try on new clothes, and step out and ask each other for opinions. ( "You need a larger size for that" ) There are just some stuff that a female friend is likely to tell you, rather than a male friend.

Compare: Shopping partners Necroz ( typical single female shopping partner ) and Turtle ( typical unwilling male shopping partner )

You see a sale in one of your favourite shops.

With N: "OMG, there's a sale!" "That shirt is so cute! Let's go in!" "Yah! Let's go!"

With T: "OMG, there's a sale!" T's shoulders slump, face falls, bored expression shows. "Ha? Another one?"

You take a few items into the changing room, and wear them outside for opinions.

With N: "How does this shirt look?" "Too tight" "This one?" "No leh, colour not nice" "This one?" "Yah! That one looks good!"

With T: "How does this shirt look?" "Ok." "This one?" "Ok." "This one?" "Ok."

You are deciding which to buy.

With N: "This one?" "Hm, no leh, not that nice. Save your money." "This one?" "If you can find it in red, then buy it!" "This one?" "Yah! Get it! You look damn nice!"

With T: "This one?" "Buy so many clothes for what?? So ex some more! Save your money for something else lah!"

You see................

But then again, I suppose the advantage of an unwilling male shopping partner is that his bored mood will lessen your enjoyment at the shopping experience, and hence prevent you from shopping too much and swiping your card too often. ;)

In a sappy mood

My husband was an engineer. Since I met him, he was always an unflappable rock in my life. I knew he always had his feet firmly planted on the ground, and it seemed that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant.

Three years of romance, and two years of marriage later, I got tired. He was the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never surprised me, and nothing changed in our marriage. After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that I wanted to leave him. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze... what kind of man was I married to that didn't even know what to say to make me stay?

After a while, he spoke, "What can I do to change your mind?"

"I will stay if you can give me a good answer to this question," I replied coldly. "If I asked for a flower that grew on a cliff, and you knew that getting it for me means certain death, would you get it for me?".

His face grew troubled. "Can I give you an answer tomorrow morning?" he asked. Hearing that kind of answer, my heart died. I knew that I could never be happy with a man who couldn't even give me an answer straight away.

The next morning, when I woke up, he was missing. In the living room, under a warm glass of milk, was a note. My eyes grew misty as I read it... It said:

"Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if it meant certain death. But before you leave, I hope you can give me a chance to give you my reasons....

You will always sit in front of the computer and type for about the whole day, but everytime you will end up in tears cause your formating will always go all over the place... I need my fingers, to do the formating for you, so your tears will become smiles.

You like to travel, but would always get lost... I need my eyes, so that I can bring you to the nicest places on earth.

Everytime you leave the house, you would always forg et your keys... I need my legs, so that I can run home to open the door for you.

You never knew how to take care of yourself... I need my hands to help you get rid of the pesky white hair you hate so much when you grow old, to trim your nails, to feed you.

So you see, that's why I can't pick the flower for you. Until I find that there is someone who loves you more than I do, I will need my body to take care of you. If you accept my reasons, then open the door, where I will be waiting with your favourite muffin."

With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door, and there he stood, with a extremely worried look on his face. He still had nothing to say, but just stood there waving the packet he had in his hand in front of me. And then I knew for a fact that I will never find another man who will ever love me as much as he does. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean that they don't love you with all they have...

Altogether now.... AAAAAAWWWWWWW.................... *sniff sniff*

So call me a hopeless romantic already. I'm precisely looking out for that kinda guy. *wink wink*

New Look!

Yupz, I decided to do some renovations... You should all be able to read the blog while the changes are going on, so no worries. Hopefully no more coding screw-ups while I'm at it too.

This past weekend has been... eventful. I started out on Thurs nite ( yes, as early as that ) celebrating Sylveracyd's birthday at her place. At this moment I've just finished designing her pressie, after a lot of headache and printing and stuff. Hope she likes it, if she's reading this. :p

Then Friday night was spent with Quet and Zhuan at Jazz@Southbridge. ( Don't click on the link hor, I don't think that's a working email link ) The music was alright, the drinks were alright. The first one, St Thomas', tasted like peach and lychee juice, making one wonder whether there was any alcohol in it at all. The 2nd, Flaming Lambhorgini, I will NEVER drink again.

After the first drink, I felt properly cheated of my alcoholic binge, so Zhuan and I got a menu for a 2nd drink each. I skimmed through the list, looking for something new to try out, and the name "Flaming Lambhorgini" caught my eye. Sounded interesting, and looked expensive enough to have a higher alcoholic content, so...

Later on, the waiter came by with a martini glass in one hand, and a shot and a lighter in the other.

Bloody hell, I'm getting a bad feeling about why the name is "Flaming"

"Um, this is my first time drinking this, so can you tell me what you're gonna do?"

"Oh, ok. What I'm gonna do is light the drink, pour this in, and you have to drink it up in one shot."

Bloody bloody hell. That goes my hopes of having something to slowly drink the night away.

So he lights it the first time, and throws in the contents of the shot, and the glass is alight with these simmering blue flames dancing on the surface of the drink. Almost poetic, if not for the fact that I had to drink it. Images of my lips catching blue fire raced through my head.

"I'll get you a straw for that." Phew.

He pops in the straw, and I start sucking, but it's still not fast enough. The straw actually starts to melt when I'm halfway through the drink! SOS! Mayday! I pull out the straw before the melted plastic contaminates my drink, and I accidentally drip some drops of the blue flaming liquid onto the table, where they glow for a while.

Suddenly I the words "Nuclear disaster" pop out in my head, along with images of mutated teenage turtles.

Anyway, with the 2nd straw, I sipped up the remainder of the drink, with only 1/3 of the straw melted this time. Another reason why they call it "Flaming": The stupid thing BURNS your throat like no other. It feels like the blue flames from the drink are flaming down your esophagus down to your digestive system. Ergh ergh.......

The waiter got me a glass of water after that, and that was my drink for the rest of the night. Water. Blood hell.

Then Saturday night the Egg Squad made an impromptu visit to Harry's at Boat Quay to watch Goldfish and the Lindy Hoppers dance. Damn those dancers were good. And it helps that the music was TONS better than Southbridge also. Like, this is the way jazz should be! And the dancers exploited the music to the full. Everytime the band started a new set, the whole crowd would descend to the extremely constrained dance floor and dance away, somehow not quite managing to get into each other's way.

( Well, not quite. Goldfish bumped into some dancers I think )

And they had so much fun while doing it, it was infectious. It's tempting to go for lindy classes after seeing other people have so much FUN while doing it! And to dance to your favourite music, what a kick! When I have more cash... :(

Incidentally, omedeto gozaimasu to I-en san, who received a prize for full attendance during Tenrikyo's graduation ceremony. Heh... The ceremony was on Sat afternoon at Crown Prince Hotel, and we all received certs proclaiming us graduated from Level 1. Which means we can basically say "Hi" and "Goodbye" to each other. Hee, just kidding...

The ceremony was long and boring, but the food was worth waiting for. Anyone who wants to hold a function, Crown Prince has damn good Chinese food. Fried rice, dim sum, fried chicken, red bean paste, bee hoon... the 4 of us ( me, Yenn, Krynn and ZX ) ate like crazy, and I don't think any of us had dinner that night. *Burp*

Afterwards Yenn and I went down to the Youth Council to check it out, passing by some bands on the way. I think Sat was kinda a busking festival day or something, cos when I got off the bus at Far East, there was a small crowd there, listening to a band play outside the building. I stand corrected, listening to a band try to play, because they were bad. People like that need people like Simon Cowell to come give them reality checks. What the hell are you doing singing in public like that???

Then outside Cineleisure, while Yenn and I were walking there, another band was trying their pitifully best to do covers of Red Hot Chilli Pepper songs. What they were doing, to my battered ears, seemed to be massacring RHCP songs. ( Did I spell that right? ) God, it pains the heart ( and the ears ) to hear someone kill your favourite songs. I rushed Yenn to the NYC building before we had to listen any more to them.

This band, however, earns praise.

 
Their name is Rave ( I think ) and their songs are rock, with an airy, light style. The kind of music that makes you wanna stretch your arms to the blue sky, and feel the wind on your face. I like their music, and I'm wondering if they would ever come out with an album, because they're freakin' good. Want another opinion? Yenn thought they were good too, and I noticed that while they were playing, there were more people standing around, listening to them, and tapping their feet to the beat. That's how you tell a band is good. ;)

And that's it for the weekend liao... Hope the week goes good...