The Day I Talk About Gimme More

Britney's latest single Gimme More is like a metaphorical drug. Like SexyBack, when heard at first, it sounds cloying and repetitive. But on subsequent tries, the song really starts to grow on you, and you realize that it's the repetitiveness ("Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more...") that makes it so irresistably good. Makes me wanna groove along to the beat every time I hear it.

Song-wise, I really enjoy it. However, Britney's performance of it has been pretty disappointing. By now, I'm sure everyone has either seen or heard about her amazingly dreadful "live" performance at the recent 2007 MTV VMA's. If you haven't seen it, please do:



Bitch couldn't even be bothered to lip-sync properly! And she looks very confused. Like "Where am I? Maui? Why are all these people looking at me?" confused.

But thanks to that performance, we've got parodies like this:



It's hilarious!

Oh, did I mention she's got a music video out for it as well? It's just as confusing as her behaviour! Basically, she's showing just how schitzo she is in her messed-up, disillusioned head.

It starts out with her looking as cute a button like her former self during her Baby One More Time era that it's scary. Horror-film scary. Makes you think "She looks like that now? Seriously?"


Pretty and innocent-looking. Kinda like Ashelia from FF XII. But we know that's not the real her now, is it?

She's got herself a couple of BFFs (aka lackeys) too!



Looking at them kinda reminds me of the Stepford Cuckoos. And Ursula from The Little Mermaid:


What an uncanny resemblance!

Anyway, that's not the main focus of the video. And neither is this:


"Every time they turn the lights out..."

The main focus, everybody, is...


The pole.

Britney's getting upstaged by a pole? Bitch is seriously losing it, credibility and all! Sadly, that's what happens when your dancing pole is slimmer, shinier and brighter than you. Case in point:

Specimen Screenshot A


Specimen Screenshot B


She might as well have been hawking the damned pole!



The video's so dark and all-over-the-place that most of the time, all we see is her hair and her flabbylicious body.



Oh Britney, come on, is it so hard to show your face once in awhile?


*gasp* Gyaaaah!

The Day I Talk About Moving On

Changes. That has been a pretty big thing in my life recently. As most of you may already know, prior to going to Brunei, I was given the red light by doctors for the trip. And I ended up getting me attached to the Medical Centre for the duration of my company's trip.

Now, I've been officially posted out of my company and the battalion. I went back today in the afternoon to collect the rest of my things and to say my final goodbyes. Sadly when I got back, no one was left except for the duty personnel in the office. I really wanted to see my friends again, but I guess it was for the best.

I wouldn't say that change is bad; I've always believe that in any given scenario, there is definitely something positive for me to hold on to. In this case, a new place and a new environment would surely allow me to mature and better myself, and to grow as a young adult.

Moving on is always difficult.

On a lighter note, I caught Heroes episode 2!

[SPOILER ALERT!]
In the latest episode, we discover more about Takezo Kensei's history in feudal Japan, as well as the repercussions of the explosion at the end of season one. Still in 1671, Hiro dons the mask of a drunken Kensei to save Yaeko (the swordsmith's daughter). We also discover Kensei's power of healing (or is it the fan-speculated immortality?) as he heals automatically from a fatal arrow to the heart.

Mohinder Suresh is pulled deeper into his deception with The Company as he is sent to Haiti to heal the Haitian of the same virus that killed his sister. However, his mission is foiled by the memory manipulation of the Haitian, who returns to the US to find Noah Bennet.

Noah Bennet reveals to his wife that Isaac Mendez had left behind eight paintings which depicts yet-to-be-fulfilled prophecies, but he only possesses one (which painted the death of Hiro's father, Kaito). Simultaneously, Angela Petrelli is attacked by the same man (who killed Kaito) while in custody, only to be saved by nathan and Parkman in the nick of time.

Peter is still suffering from amnesia in Ireland, and rediscovers his abilities when he tried to protect his captor's sister (who helped him clean his wounds and could possibly be his love interest for this season) from two attackers, fatally killing them.

Maya and Alejandro are still on the run in hopes of travelling to the US. We then find out that Alejandro's abilities not only prevents Maya's powers from manifesting, it can also undo the effects of her power on the affected victims.

Claire continues to have problems trying to act ordinary and has an antagonised relationship with West in school due to his presumptuous attitude. At home, Claire's curiosity leads her to cut of her own pinkie toe. Unsurprisingly, it does grow back in all its boney, cartillage, bloody, muscular glory. To her shock, she notices West looking in from the front door. As she chases after him, she only finds a copy of Chandra Suresh's book lying in the driveway, cleuless to the fact that West was just hovering directly above her.
[END OF SPOILERS]


Other than Heroes, my other favourite TV show is Chuck.


Top: Major John Casey, Sarah Walker
Centre: Chuck Bartowski
Bottom: Morgan Grimes, Ellie Bartowski

Synopsis (thanks Wikipedia!):
Basically, Chuck is a socially awkward twenty-something who works as a computer expert at the Nerd Herd at his local Buy More, a local electronics retailer, with his best friend, Morgan Grimes. Chuck's sister, Ellie, is a doctor who is constantly looking out for his best interests and wants to help him find a girlfriend.

On the night of his birthday party, Chuck receives an e-mail from his former Stanford University roommate, Bryce Larkin, who was a CIA agent. When he opens it, he unwittingly downloads an entire server of sensitive data, once only private to the Government of the United States, into his brain.

Both the National Security Agency and the Central Intelligence Agency want the intelligence returned to them and dispatch agents of their own, Major John Casey and Sarah Walker, respectively, to retrieve the data. As Chuck experiences flashes of memory activated by certain subliminal triggers, he must use the knowledge he now possess to help the government thwart assassins and international terrorists, thereby upending his previously uneventful life.

Chuck's decision to keep his newfound occupation a secret from his family and friends and to live his life as normally as possible forces Casey and Walker to establish an uneasy alliance with the shared goal of protecting Chuck at all costs.

It's really good! A must watch!

The Day I Went Grocery Shopping And Talk About Coinicidences

I had dinner at my grandparent's place just now. Before leaving, my aunt passed me a couple of canned tuna that my dad bought but forgot to bring home in a plastic bag. Since I needed to grab some necessities for my daily usage (and consumption) in camp, I headed off to the Cold Storage opposite the condo at Heartland Mall to pick up some granola bars and fresh milk.

Then, I joined the really long, hypothetical express queue (hypothetical because the big, bold "express" is a HUGE oxymoron) with my few items in hand. Before I knew it, I was one customer away from the cashier lady who looked like she kill me with her gaze (she was shooting daggers at all the customers. I guess it kinda works out to long queues=more customers=pain in the butt. Oops, I'm digressing) .

Cashier: "You need a bag?"

Customer-in-front-of-me: "Er, ya."

Cashier: "Sir, do you have 10 cents? It's Wednesday. You have to pay for your plastic bags."

Customer-in-front-of-me: *drops coins into the coin box*

I'd totally forgotten that it was "Bring Your Own Bags" Day today! To make things worse, I had no cash on me and only intended to make my payment by NETS. JUST THEN, I remembered the two cans of tuna hanging idly off my wrist in an NTUC plastic bag.

Phew.

When it got to my turn, I just told the lady to dump the items into my bag while consciously avoiding her stare. Y'know, I really hate it when strangers look at you with the odd killer gaze. It sends shivers down my spine. Brrrr....

Anyway, I got out alive.

Must keep a mental note when going shopping on Wednesdays... Must must must...