A Pirate's Life for Me

i reckon peter pan convinced me that pirates are cool. the parrot, the wooden peg leg, the bad teeth, rusty swords, gold loot, the wooden plank. what a package. anyway in (geek) anticipation of my catching pirates of the caribbean: dead man's chest later, i think it'll be cool to leave a link to this piece of interesting news in regard to pirates of the caribbean: at world's end. yessiree, the next installment to be released next year with chow yun-fat set to kick some serious arse.


when jack fails to explain that bite me is just a manner of speech.

i reckon at this stage, it's a rumour however i think it's uber cool if it turns out to be true that jack and co will 'head towards singapore' as they 'sail off the map'. personally, i'm very interested to see how our humble island back in the day (of the empire) will turn out in the film. "they had better put some melayu faces in there!" jamil had exclaimed in her fervent, but ultimately wasted, passion. i'd be damn glad if they don't portray us as the token cannibals.

let's hope the good guys over at disney (harhar) actually do their research. because dude, if jack and his adventures take place before 1819, he'd really be sailing towards temasek.

update: link to another article reporting about singapore being the story's next location.

Owwie. Think I Broke Something.

"the moderate critic might concede that some part of 'sex' is constructed, but some other is certainly not, and then, of course, find him or herself not only under some obligation to draw the line between what is and what is not constructed, but to explain how it is that 'sex' comes in parts whose differentiation is not a matter of construction. but as that line of demarcation between such ostensible parts get drawn, the 'unconstructed' becomes bounded once again through signifying practice, and the very boundary which is meant to protect some part of sex from the taint of constructivism is now defined by the anti-constructivist's own construction."

- judith butler

bodies that matter

say what?

5 months of readings. like these.

my hair hurts.

Part Deux

over the last few months, a couple of friends have been casually demanding why i've stopped updating my blog. the nearest and dearest would already know that when it's the school term, all my writing energy is exploited by the sometimes painful process of mechanically churning out essays. in the little gaps of time i find that i am free from the shackles of academic commitment, i need a serious holiday from words and sentences. although i'm loving what i pursue, learn and think about at uni, higher education does have the talent of sucking out the joy from literary and cultural studies from time to time. i endeavour to be passionate about it. hell, i think i am for most of the time but like everything else made of flesh, blood, bone and muscle, i get tired. hella tired.

leaving behind (not abandoning! well not in the truest sense of the word) my 4-year old blog and all its confessions is bittersweet. i've never really been good at saying goodbyes and letting go of old things. that's why some of you know that i live like a karanguni, hanging on to material mementos desperately for the sake of memory and nostalgia. but i am rather happy with my decision to start up here. it feels good to begin with a clean slate sometimes. all those thoughts, ideas, opinions, likes, dislikes... confessions of old were essentially me but were made by someone relatively different. now, new dimensions of "i" seem to be popping up like a second wave of adolescence. kinda like pimples. interesting (in a gross, coming-of-age way) and totally unwanted when descended upon in mass and severity. maybe these dimensions have been there all the while but i've only discovered them recently over the past few years. part deux is for me to go on loving, hating, thinking, expressing and being as i tread precariously near a much awaited (read: dreaded) threshold leading to the next phase in adult life. dum dum DUUUUUUUM.

so this is for me, and for the people who have been persistently asking and all those, who in their quiet but genuine ways, were just wondering.