culturally deviant

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 23:48:41 GMT

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fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Sun, 06 May 2007 12:17:25 GMT

Well did you hear, there’s a natural order.
Those most deserving will end up with the most.
That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top,
Well I say: Shit floats.
If you thought things had changed,
Friend you’d better think again,
Bluntly put in the fewest of words,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

Now the working classes are obsolete,
They are surplus to societies needs,
So let ‘em all kill each other,
And get it made overseas.
That’s the word don’t you know,
From the guys thats running the show,
Lets be perfectly clear boys and girls,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

Oh feed your children on Cray fish and Lobster tails,
Find a school near the top of the league,
In theory I respect your right to exist,
I will kill ya if you move in next to me,
Ah it stinks, it sucks, it’s anthropologically unjust,
But the takings are up by a third, Oh So
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

Your free market is perfectly natural,
Or do you think that I’m some kind of dummy,
It’s the ideal way to order the world,
Fuck the morals, does it make any money?
And if you don’t like it? Then leave.
Or use your right to protest on the street,
Yeah, use your rights but don’t imagine that it’s heard, Oh no no,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

I LOVE YOU, BUT YOU'RE GREEN.

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Wed, 02 May 2007 16:07:21 GMT

I was a troubled teen
Who put an advert in a magazine
To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
She's doubted my philosophy
And this is what she said to me

She said oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Oh let me tell you
Tickles you pink, oh yeah
But it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you

When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going
Just make sure she goes
Make sure she goes

I was a troubled teen
Untroubled only in my daydreams
To the annoyance of somebody another
Questioned my integrity
And this is what they said to me

Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong
But it's only blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every song
Oh a beatific smile
For the fawners and the servants
Oh but I, only I, only I

I can see the serpents
Oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Well let me tell you
It tickles you pink, oh yeah
But it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you

When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going
Just make sure she goes, make sure she goes

When she goes
You just let her go
If she says she's going
Make sure she goes, make sure she goes

Annoyance 101

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Sun, 29 Apr 2007 09:33:22 GMT

1. Major/minor irration/annoyance/emotional endangerment on wavering tangents.. Yes, I'm talking about you and whoever else.

2. Wow, I don't know concert dress etiquette, so I fail at life. However, I do know the sort of discernment I bother myself with.

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Sat, 28 Apr 2007 19:47:47 GMT

Major/minor irration/annoyance/emotional endangerment on wavering tangents.. Yes, I'm talking about you and whoever else.

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Fri, 20 Apr 2007 02:36:19 GMT

I'm sitting outside the Library@Esplanade waiting for it to open in about 32 minutes or so. I'm supposed to be in school, but I detest the idea of having to participate in mindless games meant to stimulate revelry among students. I wonder when they'll realise that not everyone is capable or keen when it comes to reducing themselves to doltish sheep. I'd rather shake hands and make witty conversation, thank you very much.

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 05:24:54 GMT

"You guys should go back to when you actually wrote about worthwhile things instead of being colossal wastes."
-Anonymous comment on the RS Online blog.

Probably the truest thing anyone has said about the magazine in ages.

BIRTHDAY RESOLUTIONS

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 08:10:02 GMT

It didn't occur to me that prior to the day, I was actually planning to post this on my birthday because I was busy wallowing in self-pity for having to nurse a fever, so here it is. Now that I'm 18, I should start saving money, start trying to make money (when time permits) and start going to all the Souwax/Peaches type gigs at above-18 places (which is probably where the money will go to). Everything will probably improve/deteriorate/manifest itself on fate's own accord. Not that I believe in fate, it's just a convenient term to throw around when you're trying to say you're going to let life/blame what life has been like on chance. Okay, that's all I can think of now. School starts next Thursday! ARGHH ORIENTATION.

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 21:50:03 GMT

i guess it's almost time to face it. we're history. i just haven't put it in print.

you are the generation

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Thu, 15 Mar 2007 20:00:05 GMT

When everything is difficult in varying ways

I am not preoccupied. I'm just taking the chance to be observant. We're too different. I'm watching karma play games that seem to be working against you.. and you're still the same person you were in the beginning.

But because of those three words, I am still, as always, apologetic.

YEAH YEAH

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 17:17:40 GMT

You are the generation that bought more shoes,
and you get what you deserve

BUFFALO SOLJAAHH

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 08:58:30 GMT

And as the systemic omnipresent trait of capitalism goes, time is money, money is sacred and all-important, hence give minimal, cost-effective amounts of time to kids finding their way about life and all its mysteries. If they fail, we'll just whip out the old book of convenient adages(which neoliberalism has christened completely rational in all aspects) and flip to the "Failure 101" section, and simply proclaim life to be such.

I had one chance, and I did all but do it justice. But make no mistake, I am not delusioned by the universal deception of sympathy, and reserve that I am fully aware of its nonexistent relation to to practical norms. I'm just thinking within tangents of a very tolerant livejournal.

WOW AND DOUBLE WOW

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Tue, 13 Feb 2007 11:57:21 GMT

JOHN LENNON, PAUL SIMON, AND SURPRISE GUEST AT THE END! (Grammy's 1975)

PAUL MCCARTNEY WOWS DEFT HIP-HOP AUDIENCE WITH FINE LINE AND (AHHHH!!!) HELTER SKELTER (GRAMMY'S 2007)

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Mon, 12 Feb 2007 09:51:13 GMT

GOOD VIBRATIONS, BABY!

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Thu, 08 Feb 2007 21:17:29 GMT

RESULTS. Madchester Madness plus Macbook if all goes as planned. Otherwise, it's back to the drawing board.

I LOVE HOME CLUB

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 13:59:40 GMT

I love working and hanging out at Home Club. Thanks for the Fugazi 7", Kelvin!

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 18:36:12 GMT

Wait wait for real this time! It really matters. Really.

Fucking your friends page up with a smile :D

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Thu, 28 Dec 2006 17:30:51 GMT

The Artists Village Initiated Project

Performance, sound and video art, visits to artists’ studios, and a trip to Little India, all happening on the final day of the year.

Episode5: 12-Hour Performance, Sound & Video Festival – marks the closing of another eventful year and welcomes the next – it features Singaporean and international contemporary artists, contemporary that spells out the current, the in-existence, and the present.

Episode5: The fifth year-end show organized by The Artists Village, which aims to create a platform for interaction, movement and exchanges in art practices today. Notable artists involved in past shows include Lee Wen, Tang Dawu and Chng Seok Tin.

Witness, experience and get close to contemporary art works and performances within the city-centre intimate interior spaces, occupied by some of Singapore’s artists. Episode5 brings the audience to view art presented in the artist-run-spaces and studios, situated in one of Singapore’s culturally rich districts.

Don’t miss the show – one day only.
31st December 2006 from 12noon to 12midnight
Various venues at Little India: Collective artists’ studios in Singapore - Donna’s studio @ 15C Mayo Street, Your Mother Gallery @ 91A Hindoo Road, The Other House @ 66 Rowell Road & Celebrations for the New Year included!

Check event details and schedule below or at www.tav.org.sg

Supported by National Arts Council

“Time Show”, was first held in 1989-90 at the original site of The Artists Village in Jalan Ulu Sembawang. It was a 24 hours New Year’s eve to New Year ’s Day event. The first “Time Show” was organised by the first generation of artists who were at that time, staying and working in the dis-used farm houses and chicken coops that were converted into multiple art studios and gallery spaces at Jalan Ulu Sembawang. Artists who had been working in the numerous projects during the earlier years of TAV and who are still current members of the society include Tang Da Wu, Han Sai Por, Chng Seok Tin, Juliana Yasin, Koh Nguang How and Lee Wen. Other artists who had been actively involved in the past include Amanda Heng, Vincent Leow, Jason Lim, Wong Shih Yaw and Zai Kuning.

The “Time Show” was organized without any funding and although the location of the village site was not easily accessible by public transport, it was able to attract a sizable audience. It became a prime example for artists’ initiated events in Singapore for potential considerations and manifestations. Following this event a number of New Year’s Eve events were held at other venues like the Substation and Fifth Passage.

The most significant follow-ups included “AGA-Artists General Assembly” organized in collaboration with “Fifth Passage” in 1993-94. The concept grew to a one week multi-disciplinary event starting on 25 December 1993 ending on 1 January 1994. It attempted to provide a platform for dialogues and forums between different disciplines such as poetry, literature, theater and visual arts practitioners. In 1999 a new generation of artists including, Jeremy Hiah, Lina Adam, Kai Lam, Tien Woon organized “Post-Ulu”. The title referring to the fact that this new generation had not seen the original site of the village but adopted the idea of working together as a collective with similar ideals.

The Artist Village will be presenting: “Episode5” in the spirit of the inaugural “Time Show” concept. “Episode5” would like to provide a platform to showcase the diversity of contemporary art practices in Singapore. In response to ‘Give Peace a Chance: Redux’ by Lee Wen with Kai Lam , Episode5 will gather works that reflect on the past as well as works that celebrate the coming of something new. We hope that in holding this project on the 31st December 2006, viewers and participants will come together to reflect on the year and actively make the coming new year a more peaceful one.

In this 2006 event, we will be showcasing established as well as up and coming visual artists of diverse creative backgrounds, with a wide range of art practices which includes, video art and performance art that will be presented by locally based and overseas artists. We will also be engaging with the general Singaporean public through artists conducted workshops, artists-meet-the-people sessions and on-going project presentations of individual artists that will bring the local community closer to the appreciation of local visual arts practice.

The objective of this event is to celebrate the coming new year as well as to provide the general Singaporean public an understanding of the works of local contemporary artists and to foster the ongoing relationship between The Artists Village and its motivated concerns on the developments of local cultural practices and the promotion of Singaporean contemporary art practice to the Singaporean public.

We hope to involve more participation from the public and hope to offer them a meaningful alternative to celebrate their new year.

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 04:26:22 GMT

So.. depressing.. I.. tell.. you..

SAWADEE KAP PLAYLIST PART 1

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 18:43:30 GMT

I spent the last 4 hours deciding on which albums to put in my 4GB(read: TOO FUCKING LITTLE SPACE) iPod mini and this is what I'm taking with me to Phuket for 6 days:

1. Yours To Keep - Albert Hammond Jr.
2. Acousticlullaby - Babyshambles
3. The Information - Beck
4. London Calling - The Clash
5. Strange Geometry - The Clientele
6. The Rise and Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars - David Bowie
7. Death From Above 1979 - You're A Woman, I'm A Machine
8. WebMix - Dirty On Purpose
9. Love Travels At Illegal Speeds
10. Through The Window Pane - Guillemots
11. Hail Social - Hail Social
12. WebMix - The Hong Kong
13. Antics - Interpol
14. Turn On The Bright Lights - Interpol
15. Substance - Joy Division
16. WebMix - Kid Casanova
17. BBC Evening Sessions (April 04) - The Libertines
18. The Libertines - The Libertines
19. Up The Bracket - The Libertines
20. (free tracks from band's website) - Love Is All
21. 1 track from City Vs Country - Mobius Band
22. 1 track from The Loving Sounds of Static - Mobius Band
23. Black Holes and Revelations - Muse
24. Assorted tracks - Pia Fraus
25. We Are The Pipettes - The Pipettes
26. Capture/Release - The Rakes
27. Howl Howl Gaff Gaff - Shout Out Louds
28. Rather Ripped - Sonic Youth
29. Funfairs & Heart Breaks - Special Needs
30. 3 tracks from Complete Works, Vol. 1 (Disc 1) - Spiritualized
31. 3 tracks from Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space - Spiritualized
32. 1 track from Stop Your Crying - Spiritualized
33. 2 tracks from Let It Come Down - Spiritualized33. Gimme Fiction + bonus disc - Spoon
34. Harmonies For The Haunted - stellastarr*
35. Stellastarr - stellastarr*
36. This Collection Is For Lyckeby - Winterhalter
37. 4 new tracks - Winterhalter
38. Fever To Tell - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
39. Show Your Bones - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
40. Broken Social Scene - Broken Social Scene
41. Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Bastards - TV On The Radio

I'll be thinking of what to put in the other iPod mini (same capacity, faulty battery) soon. Suggestions?

to the ends of teenage conformity and back

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 19:43:46 GMT

It's been pretty long since I last said anything proper here.. Blame the exams, school, the lack of exams and school (hence lack of direction), semi-hardcore party nights (and I really mean semi) and prepping for gigs. I'm not saying not being in school is making life miserable, rather, adapting to life without school after devoting somewhere between 3 to 4 months to the lugubrious pursuit of a Good Score For The O Levels, which include staying home and trying my best to resist distraction, has left a habitual impression on my lifestyle. Therefore, it goes without saying that my almost clumsy and sudden post-exam liberation has left me feeling more than a little... lost.

The result? Loads of free time, sans schedules to follow, ridiculously early morning rituals to obey, archaic bits of knowledge to commit to memory, etc, thus providing little 'incentive' to enjoy the 'distractions' I not so long ago found myself madly craving for. Movies credible critics helmed as "easily the movie of the year" or "must-watch" didn't seem to provide similar desperation to watch it did a week ago. The same went the pile of books I vehemently swore I'd read had suddenly lost my vote of... vehemence. Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil didn't seem so interesting anymore. I found I didn't really need to know why the eventual successful of cohesion in society rested in the proverbial End Of Faith. And how fucking utilitarian is Freakonomics, really?

I do not know how many of you feel or felt this way post-O Levels, and to be honest with you, it scares me to think that the functionalist litmust test and all its manifestations actually provided me with solace. Is it me or was I enjoying conformity and all its glorious *cough* trappings for awhile? Is rote-learning really more gratifying than getting lost in the jangly reverberative sounds of Camera Obscura? Is securing a place in a capitalist-run Future more interesting than the metaphorical explorations in Moon Palace? Am I finally seeing the light the Lee institutional agenda and the great holdings of Temasek have been trying to show me for the last 17 years? Fuck, no.

All it took was quiet nights out with the girlfriend and friends, belting out Bon Jovi (I was drunk. Read on please.) and songs from Up The Bracket in drunken stupors (you see? I haven't gone hair metal at all.) doing my 'listening homework' (Muse, The Hong Kong, Dirty On Purpose, Special Needs and other assorted hipsteresque namecheck-worthy bands), perusing through pages of magazines of favourable content, and eventually picking up Freakonomics to read on lethargic afternoons and lonely 3 AM periods to have me feeling whole again.

So hello, December!

Chenquieh.

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 15:18:29 GMT

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 20:51:02 GMT

I wonder how much they pay the fella in the back.

struggles/joys with:

fakeplastichouses@gmail.com — Thu, 16 Nov 2006 19:22:08 GMT

Functionalist examinations
Faux hipsters who are tragically in reality inept ah lians
E_______ problems
R_______ troubles
Them not knowing
The g_________ c____ing

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Jimi Hendrix
Lobose
True friends
Music in general
Pina Coladas, vodka martinis, and Margaritas on the beach
The g_________

Naivete, desolate and struck by life's recent revealing of truths
approaches a homeless man with a crude handwritten sign
promising answers to questions about our protaganist's new-found nemesis.

Hello, I want to be disillusioned.
But why, son? It is illusion that sustains happiness.
If that is so, sir, then the very fundamentals I've held on to are, farcical?
No, son. Your fundamentals are illusions for a picture that requires paradox.
Please explain, sir.
You see, what life is about son, is really equillibrium. Life is as peachy as it is morose. Human beings are horridly selfish, and thus, equillibrium is inevitable. A more necessary question, my dear boy, is "is it really all worth it?"