tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50855772011-04-21T14:03:32.034-07:00An Assortment of DelightsRamblings, etcetera.Yongnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-57562348528527341412008-07-18T19:33:00.000-07:002008-07-18T19:36:59.943-07:00Oprah has a "Gratitude Book" (no, I don't watch Oprah). Being Oprah, she possesses an uncanny Ability to exert an unseen Power that Compels.Therefore, starting now, my Gratitude List:1. The Expanse of Tyra Banks's Forehead2. White Rabbit Candy3. A Barefoot Contessa4. Nescafe Instant Coffeemix with Milo5. "The Power of Love" on a Saturday morningYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1711795818730512502007-12-03T07:03:00.001-08:002007-12-03T07:06:37.955-08:00at three am in a slipstream of hotfury, coarse, given powershining neath tungsten moonswrapped in wan sheaths, blue and graysharp-points of needle-metal, there is a rush of air about the ears, a mist is drawn fromunclarified air, sodden with sullenrecriminations, and whispers of relief.Delve headlong, dive and reversespeed to the surface, sputtering,meet a vending machine, coollyblinking Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-48549352430333295272007-04-29T09:07:00.001-07:002007-04-29T09:07:39.201-07:00Hehe.My japanese name is 吉国 Yoshikuni (good fortune country) 拓海 Takumi (open sea).Take your real japanese name generator! today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.Ehehe.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1166032068855819382006-12-13T09:45:00.000-08:002006-12-13T09:49:06.753-08:00So much raving, ranting, and whining! I must count my blessings, quietly. I still feel a bit sore. But it's a cliche and always something one must bear in mind, that there are others in far worse states. Not much of a comfort, but true comfort nevertheless. And there are always options, really, if one has some clarity and stoutness of heart.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1166028560157439232006-12-13T08:45:00.000-08:002006-12-13T09:37:58.196-08:00More and more I think "whatever whatever". I want to be a goatherd. Not really, but there's the general idea. I think I want an MBA, and a part-time degree, and an additional language. Then - query beauty, query love, but oui to freedom. I've discovered my passion for carbs, yet again. I also love fat, but that's the baseline, and I can always feel my curry and ice-cream and milk and butter Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1166028160230185522006-12-13T08:39:00.000-08:002006-12-13T08:42:40.230-08:00Watched "Matchpoint" some time ago. Thoroughly gross characters, still, better than "Annie Hall". Andreas Scholl's a marvellous voice. Also, couldn't stop listening to George Michael's Wham! hits for a while. Plus The GoGos, and "Islands in the Stream". I can't account for my tastes.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1163276487348221892006-11-11T12:21:00.000-08:002006-12-13T09:03:10.120-08:00Such an appeal to vanity.Ehehe.9/9 GeniusYou are 80% knowledgable and 96% intellectual.Amazing! You have an incredible brain (intellect) and a powerhouse of information (knowledge)! Keep up the impressive work-- we all bow to you.My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to otherpeople your age and gender:You scored higher than 99% on knowledgeYou scored higher than 99% on intellectThe Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1162308303649098872006-10-31T07:18:00.000-08:002006-12-13T08:39:03.716-08:00More on "Narnia". Why are BBC productions always better? They betray their cheapness in every other scene, but they make the equivalent Hollywood glam-ups look so tepid. The recent "L, W & the W" was horrid, if not for Tilda Swinton, and only because she was grossly miscast and cared not a whit, but the BBC series has such potential for viewer boredom, and yet is so completely charming. It's likeYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1162307868479355902006-10-31T07:07:00.000-08:002006-10-31T07:17:48.493-08:00We thought it would be "Scoop", but ended up to be "Severance" instead, which was gross and scary and quite classic B-grade delight. Also the accents in BBC "Narnia" - oh, wonder!Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1160323702001175202006-10-08T09:05:00.000-07:002006-10-08T09:09:41.056-07:00Saturday call, did a CPR on a patient. Not that he survived, and really no-one expected him to, but it was good practice. It sounds so horridly blase, but it really wasn't so beastly for us - not that it was the same for the relatives, naturally. Also plugs plugs blds blds cultures cultures ECGs ECGs enzymes enzymes ad infinitum. Ehehe.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1159610817095845172006-09-30T02:55:00.000-07:002006-09-30T07:01:30.203-07:00My cosy blog needs an infusion of random talkiness to prevent ze dreary doldrums, and so I write. I have seen some movies, they were silly "The Banquet (with an idiotic Zhou Xun and an aging and browless Ziiyiii Zhaang)", and I'm sure I've watched some more, but they have not ze stickiness. I read some Greene and Spark, the latter was superior. I prefer clean wicked prose over all else. Greene Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1159554669014899592006-09-29T11:14:00.000-07:002006-09-30T02:49:33.133-07:00Absolute business - busy-ness - has become the regular (not regularly irregular, and oh how! I wish! it was irregularly irregular, but such days are like ze dingo, they have gone into the lost bush and fauny vastnesses) rhythm of my automaton-esque existence. Did my first true night call, and it was as G said "hellish". I became an ECG machine; I became a drawer of interminable tubes of blood; I Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1156697991135062532006-08-27T09:55:00.000-07:002006-08-27T09:59:51.146-07:00Been busy, busy, but not too much, not really. Watched some movies, best was "Adam's Apples", Danish and subtle. Carried huge bags of library books from the annual sale. Was introduced to R's Norwegian friend, E, though we had seen him around for some time already, as had he us, I s'pose. Read two of Nancy Mitford's light novels.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1152458989359678392006-07-09T08:29:00.000-07:002006-07-09T08:29:49.370-07:00Near the YHA St. Paul’sAfter ‘Mack and Mabel’(he wouldn’t give her roses)I took theWhistling, chortling, shootingKraken to St. Paul’sRubber on cobblesRain came down. Womanhugged her darkened skin Man opened brolly. Whoop. Shops locked, poured light.Got out black steel and canvas at last. 4.95 from TescoHardy, I hoped.Braced againstGusts. Crossed little road. AlmostTurned corner to my Gargoyled Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1145440005134955712006-04-19T02:45:00.000-07:002006-04-19T09:48:00.943-07:00Dog-Day AfternoonIt was so long ago nowI remember stillMarbles across the marbled floorThey were dragonflies’ eyesSpitting blue fireI had the conception of planetsI imbued my orbs with a child’sPower. Full-bodied, in rowsThey rolled in to eachOther. Wisely I bent intent - Made them brilliant black holes In the malt-light, moist silenceOf a dog-day noonThey melted the sun Shifted the rays through Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1144425723345476532006-04-07T08:57:00.000-07:002006-04-07T09:05:30.540-07:00Ehehe read "Snobs" by Julian Fellowes, he of ze screenplay of "Gosford Park", and "Brideshead Revisited", which made an elegant if uncompelling case for Catholicism. Also "Pygmalion", "The English Patient", "Oliver!", "The Lady from Shanghai", and always deliriously fabulous "Fawlty Towers", and "On the Town".Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1141399996875788792006-03-03T07:27:00.000-08:002006-03-03T07:33:16.893-08:00Last Friday, "Mrs. Henderson Presents", almost the most delightful movie I've seen in a long while. Dame Judi Dench waltzes through her role, and the much-longed-for Bob Hoskins blusters and exposes in a most charming way. The nude girls were dewy in their purity, and the Lady Margot arched and simpered most engrossingly ehehe. Also many other doings, lunch with WJ, S, D, A, G, and buffet Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1139326428729793392006-02-07T07:12:00.000-08:002006-03-03T07:37:42.533-08:00Ehehe... my favourite movies:1.) Zazie dans le Metro (there is Zazie. And Paris in my mind. And ze metro, always on strike. Raymond Queneau. The movie, so absolutely wonderful.)2.) Gosford Park (baubles and delights, Maggie Smith & Kristin Scott-Thomas, those accents, that house)3.) Swimming Pool (a summer pool: holds a naked Ludivine Savignier. Somewhere by, a nude Charlotte Rampling, earthy Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1136715951533784932006-01-08T01:55:00.000-08:002006-01-13T10:38:52.240-08:00It's been raining since before I really woke up. The marble near the windows is cold to the feet, and the puddles, in the fields that border us, are turgid pools in which tadpole-shapes might gleam for a few days. Cars slush by, there is a delicious blue-gray sound to them, as if the tarred street were soft turquoises. The reservoir in the distance sheaths its heart in vapour. The trees draw Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1136653755267873002006-01-07T08:57:00.000-08:002006-01-07T09:09:15.276-08:00Ehehe... yesterday J regaled us with his stories from Morocco and Spain. We belatedly gave G a slice of Florida, much deviousness involved there. Prowled around Geylang again and peered at ze houses of a kind of repute. Much wrangling over where to sup, then decided to give Quality Hotel's feted night buffet a chance (the name ehehe). Pleasant enough and rather a bargain really. W posed Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1135764786537563442005-12-28T02:00:00.000-08:002006-02-07T07:12:47.186-08:00Watched "King Kong", "The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe", "Pride and Prejudice", "Dogville", "The Witches of Eastwick", and various others. Tilda Swinton was magnificent as usual, though the movie proved strangely stilted. Marvellous if the animals and Narnian trees and things had been dinky in the way that Hitchhiker's was, but they reeked of Hollywood. Still, the children managed to be Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1132502120662471802005-11-20T07:47:00.000-08:002005-11-20T07:55:20.673-08:00Various bits of doings in the past weeks or so... ehehe. Read, long ago, "The Clerkenwell Tales" and "Dan Leno & the Limehouse golem" & some of Mr. Coward's elegant plays and watched "Saving Face" and probably something else. Recently "Harry Potter" and "Douches Froides", both good in their own ways. Ate at a little place WD recommended for its mix&match pastas, mine was surprisingly rather Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1130006045379477622005-10-22T11:18:00.001-07:002005-11-20T07:58:49.853-08:00Plans for retirement: Be a museum curator, make silly installations of things and proclaim them art & act insufferably snooty, eat cake, soak in little crystalline pools in Iona, walk lots, invent a coffee, paint & paint & paint & paint & paint, sculpt. What fun. Please. Yesterday G, GH, S & I went warbling. They conspired to some kindness. G and I watched dancing by some persons upon the Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1129741545118046012005-10-19T09:45:00.000-07:002005-10-22T11:49:51.270-07:00Ehehe... went to Menotti twice in a week to take advantage of their outrageous one-for-one discount. The mains were rather mundane, to put it in a kind spirit. My chicken, or as ze waitress insisted, "pollo", advertised itself succulent with wine and native sauces, but came dry & mushy, and as teetotalling as could be. J's veal was similar in its disingenuity vis a vis ze menu. The shallow, Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1129388272708151772005-10-15T07:56:00.000-07:002005-10-15T08:22:19.803-07:00A Lady of Marrakech, ehehe Trying to post something I drew, using entirely a mouse and Adobe. Ehehe.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1129299561046334712005-10-14T07:04:00.000-07:002005-10-14T07:19:21.050-07:00Ehehe... things past. Last Saturday we drove around, and paid homage to ze Golden Mile and there was a strange tunnel hot with dank breaths, mussikke, slitty eyed women with tresses and men in leather jackets. Liang Court again with sushi, much cheaper and better variety than ze Sushi Tei. Jap food is so overrated. Think I mentioned it before. Afternoon stretched into night as we devoured Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1128699883713141442005-10-07T08:30:00.000-07:002005-10-14T07:24:51.636-07:00Poking airways in anesthetised patients is not as effortless as it seems. It's also rather nicely thrilling :).I love ice-cream. I detest most Japanese food. It's not done to pop raw things, what's fire for. People are so funny, they do not realise they are. ST Urban absolutely loves to have "beautiful" persons pretending to be modest about their mugs, hah. True beauty, it is rare and it could Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1128356849124858442005-10-03T09:20:00.000-07:002005-10-14T07:22:18.933-07:00What's this, no editing, ehehe, really, eh. Watched "Shawshank Redemption" and realised that movie stars don't really have to look good, not all of 'em anyway, but they must exude likeability or wickedness strongly. Also "Birth", a boring Nicole movie, ze producers outclassed themselves and got toothless performances from ze likes of Lauren Bacall. Must try to be less wicked, at least less Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1128180250041826702005-10-01T08:21:00.000-07:002005-10-14T07:23:43.100-07:00This is so very strange, I cannot edit my posts. Ehehe... so anything is for ever. Anyway just trying see if it works, i.e. to get to the editing page. At least it's free. So no complaints from me.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1127751478646779772005-09-26T08:34:00.000-07:002005-10-14T07:28:03.870-07:00Attended luna-id's staging of "Quills", script was really not too shabby but ze acting's somewhat otherwise. Lim Kay Tong eructed his signature stoic-ness in rippling streams, rather astonishingly stoic he was, in scenes of great anguish, pathos, and import, he kept his wrinkled mein quite, quite free of emotion. The actresses were cut from the same metre of overacting, balancing Mr. Lim's Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1127145786509293032005-09-19T08:43:00.000-07:002005-09-19T09:16:49.656-07:00Watched "Nightwatch" and "The Brothers Grimm". The former a Russian good-versus-evulle flick seething with vampyres and wrapround shades in a very modern, dirtily chic set, an interesting cast, and a nice plot dripping cliches so old they are refreshing. Brothers Grimm zings with the lunatic, lush, looping virtuosic inspiration of Terry Gilliam. The sets teem with tiny detail, Monica Bellucci Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1125773407404734432005-09-03T11:45:00.000-07:002005-09-04T09:06:51.170-07:00Ehehe... met J and G, went Sentosa for the luge, hehee (sedate, overcrowded) and the chairlift thingey. G so very very taken by ze bleached native. Strolled about sweaty beaches that were over-bmi-ed and overtanned, obnoxious servicegirl scooped icecream, bengs with counterparts fishing in shallow twixt-bencoolen-sand muddy brine, sun-in-eye gilt-silhouettes and pretentious bars with gawdawful Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1125244479391353892005-08-28T08:42:00.000-07:002005-08-28T09:09:02.613-07:00Ehehe... watched "Amelie" again, and "L.A. Confidential" and "Sideways". Amelie glowed in the warmth of a new understanding... ehehe while Sideways seemed a wee runt after Confidential, which really was very good. Granted Sideways is a "small" movie budgetwise, but the plot... meanders. It could be the "best American movie this year" as the blurb enthusiastically informs those who in video store Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1125066831986267792005-08-26T07:21:00.000-07:002005-08-26T07:33:51.990-07:00To Tanya listening I am, her voice strangely reminiscent of all those female singers I adore, i.e. Faye, Karen, Joni, Ella. Very feminine must needs the voice be, crystalline in soprano and dipping easily and richly into alto, arch and full with a sureness of natural vibrato, strident never, artful sometimes, husky with sass and lisping just when it all seems too perfect, a little letting down ofYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1124643667039999662005-08-21T09:26:00.000-07:002005-08-26T07:20:56.743-07:00Was so sick a few days ago I felt like slitting my belly open and dousing my gut with, let's see, extra virgin olive oil. It started with lasagne at caffeterra, that pretense of a goodnessknowswot, and crescendoed into vigils upon the bowle toilette, a colic that imitated what I felt to be pylorikke hypertrophia to rollicking verisimilitude, and thrashings about on the lavatory mat, giving forth Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1123433153290163712005-08-07T09:16:00.000-07:002005-08-08T09:29:08.790-07:00Watched "Wayward Cloud" (or, much more charmingly, "A Cloud at the Edge of the Sky") by Tsai Ming-Liang and his beng-muse Li Kashing. It opened with a wide-angle of an empty subterrannean passage echoing with footsteps, and closed with the female protagonist caught in a cathartic fellatio, her pretty snub nose buried in Li's pubic verdure. In between we are treated to mock-awkward musical Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1122911743266442802005-08-01T08:53:00.000-07:002005-08-01T08:56:50.636-07:00A juicy gem supplied by ze ever-obliging J:It seems the razor-minded, aging countess and society wit Margot Asquith, wife of that Prime Minister who later became the Earl of Oxford was once at a dinner party that included the blond American screen siren and bad girl Jean Harlow. Jean Harlow, recognising her, asked loudly, "Say, aren't you Margot Asquith?" but mispronounced the name as "Mar Got".Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1122743935415607022005-07-30T10:01:00.000-07:002005-08-01T08:53:31.023-07:00The matinee, full of us medics. OT (or Operation Theatre).The Bad: It rained like anything. Traffic lights wonky, waited 10 minutes to cross the road, so I jaywalked anyway. Jubilee Hall seats sucked like they always did. L up to his usual weird behaviour :).The in-between: Script just a bit overlong I felt, but maybe it's just me. Didn't really like the lovey-doveying, but I generally detest theYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1122308960857036192005-07-25T09:19:00.000-07:002005-07-25T09:29:20.856-07:00Some books I cannot imagine not having read, for the wondrous and myriad influences they have exerted in various aspects of my being:1.) The short stories of Roald Dahl2.) Ditto Saki3.) And Colette4.) Wilde, but only "Importance..."5.) Anne Rice's early stuff, potent purple stews those6.) E. Nesbit, especially the "Five Children & It" series and "The Enchanted Castle"7.) Willard Price, for my Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1122308367518536862005-07-25T09:15:00.000-07:002005-07-25T09:19:27.523-07:00Watched "Mysterious Skin" three days ago with G and J, then supper and home. There was duck, and an Estee Lauder makeup party in Taka, to which all sorts flocked, and so very amused we were.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1121437764853761272005-07-15T07:25:00.000-07:002005-07-15T07:32:08.370-07:00Morning tut with Prof Q, crowning a week of superlative hectic-ness (so far, at least), busy but very fruitful (what a word :), how evocative and tropical) to be really honest. Saw an "exotic" syndrome for the first time, Angelmann, pity for the suffering but still there is always some happiness to be had. Afternoon "Sin City" at Plaza Sing, very modish and campy and utterly hilarious (even the Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1119638397017515392005-06-24T11:19:00.000-07:002005-06-24T11:49:28.406-07:00The day before yesterday Settler's Cafe lots of games with lots of people (Jol, WJ, Clinton, Huiling, Suifang, Darryl and Aili), then late night tv at Andrew's house followed by nattering and observing persons playing ze mahjong (Sean, Andrew, all the above people except Suifang). Ehehe. Yesterday shoppinge. Today lunch at Le Petit Breton (just along U. Thomson Rd), mains I had Provencale and Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1119032870659851812005-06-17T11:10:00.000-07:002005-06-17T11:27:50.663-07:00Attended a talk by most distinguished Professor Praveen (Kumar, of Kumar and Clark fame). Very trim in iridescent turquoise blouse with matching shawl, giving a stunning kingfisher effect, with legs that conveyed great length in black trousers. Then got precious autograph of, and posed for photo with the beneficent grande dame. Jol, GH, Clinton, WJ and I went to Holland V for dinner replete with Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1118946280778522152005-06-16T11:19:00.000-07:002005-06-16T11:25:50.920-07:00Today we holed up in Paradiz Kbox for seven straight hours. Various persons materialised and dematerialised, notably three elective people from hong kong. Tuesday I and some others presented at the Health Promotion Board our CHP powerpoint, then it was off to Maxwell for luncheon and Kreta Ayer for parallel-import CDs at amazing prices. Watched "Mr. and Mrs. Smith", yawn plot and unyawn Brad & Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1116607177736406702005-05-20T09:39:00.000-07:002005-05-20T09:39:37.740-07:00" "It’s true that we guys get whiny thanks to NS,” said Corporal (NSF) Choe Sai Kang, who is also contemplating an A*Star scholarship. “But that’s all you can do when you encounter stupidity and can’t do anything about it because if you do, you’ll kena DB. Anyway, if we’re whining about A*Star scholarship conditions even after doing NS, what does that say about A*Star except that they’re more Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1116519110646273992005-05-19T09:11:00.000-07:002005-05-19T09:15:32.300-07:00Two exquisite translations."Ode to the Lemon" From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon tree, and from its planetarium lemons descended to the earth. Tender yield! The coasts, the markets glowed with light, with unrefined gold; we opened two halves of a miracle, congealed acid trickled from the hemispheres Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1116257502495885212005-05-16T08:18:00.000-07:002005-05-16T08:31:42.500-07:00Patti Austin Saturday. She sang Ella's songs in the main, and sometimes she almost hit it. Eerie. Not the scatting, those were just a leetle contrived, but in the bouts of belting, and even more so in the ballads. And when she sang it her own way she was quite marvellous, chocolatey turns of melodic phrasing, like the sly "madam" in "Miss Otis regrets". Just a bit strident in the higher registersYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1115568805928831282005-05-08T09:04:00.000-07:002005-05-08T09:15:28.613-07:00You have two birth-places. You have the place where you were really born and then you have a place of predilection where you really wake up to reality.Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness.Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked. Lawrence Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1115444350730526242005-05-06T22:36:00.000-07:002005-05-06T22:52:11.663-07:00The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to good manners and elegance.In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1115041423891718332005-05-02T06:04:00.000-07:002005-05-04T22:46:22.756-07:00"Cinema Paradiso"... paraDIso, ze Italianate vowels rolling sorrel and green from a charm-whammy. The story is cliched, but then lovely stories always are. Beauty in dirt and indigence, colour and graininess and an evening glow, a smoky sheaf of light, and a clarity of sky. There is truth, and it's small and delightful, like an olive. It's light but rich. And one can hold it in the heart of one'sYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1114963545867759242005-05-01T09:03:00.000-07:002005-05-04T22:48:55.620-07:00"I keep my countenance,I remain self-possessedExcept when a street piano, mechanical and tiredReiterates some worn-out common song""Portrait of a Lady" T.S. Eliot"Words are potent, erotic and powerful.""The French have a saying: Marry for conversation -- it's the only thing that lasts.""Les Enfants du Paradis is nostalgia for a time past but still remembered. Moulin Rouge is for those of us who Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1114358677215901792005-04-24T09:02:00.000-07:002005-04-24T09:37:49.583-07:00I am a shameless thieving magpie, Xeroxing thingammajibees and colouring them in with my wicked tints."the 4-variable IQ Test"Your brain: 20% interpersonal, 220% visual, 100% verbal, and 60% mathematical!A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers. Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice:Don't Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1113153652871398192005-04-10T10:03:00.000-07:002005-04-24T09:36:18.650-07:00Listening to Cleo Laine (Dame) singing "Sometimes When We Touch". Know her from "The Last of the Blonde Bombshells" which has Dame Judi Dench, and the wrinkled and trying hard to be Gallic (not dame) Leslie Caron, of Gigi fame. Old broads and Bilbo Baggins (the actor, that is). Sedate but enjoyable. Also realised superiority of cinema over the printed word (sometimes). Was flipping through "Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1113066990308696582005-04-09T10:09:00.000-07:002005-04-10T08:26:14.146-07:00The interconnectedness of all things. And "The Song of Hiawatha". Horribly mawkish in parts, and I disagree with the ending. But there are sections that beg to be read aloud.Jane was an Ojibway indian whose name translated into english as 'The Woman of the Sound Which the Stars Make Rushing Through the Sky'The meter he used was based on a Finnish epic poem called the KalevalaCan it be the sun Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1111865830959367362005-03-26T11:09:00.000-08:002005-04-09T10:19:42.870-07:00Morning "Stage Beauty" with Billy Crudup and Claire Danes. Not half bad really, at least as "superficially amusing" as ST made it out to be. Who cares for plumbing moony substrata of meaning when surfaces are so gloriously flecked anyway. And an exuberance of witchin hour DVDs, "Howards End", "The Apartment", "Dangerous Liaisons", "A Fish Called Wanda", "Nicholas Nickleby", and some old Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1107276678944118372005-02-01T08:45:00.000-08:002005-04-09T10:22:19.650-07:00After a gruelling 5 weeks or so, we nabbed the "Best Presentation" Challenge Shield, which is really something (I would guess!!), seeing that we had to brave vicarious curses, repeated ingestions of NUH food-fairee grub, and envy in ze form of evulle queries from the floor. Those last we threw back as velvet slaps, Ha.I told all in the LT that "'Single' does not mean she's a virgin," to general Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1107187168582393112005-01-31T07:51:00.000-08:002005-04-09T10:23:42.886-07:00Watched "la mala educacion" by Almodovar, searched in vain for Spanish lyrics of "Moon River" plaintively sung by the little Ignacio. Gael stunning as usual, and the melodies! J accrues hedonistic requests to a value of 19 quid, after which he becomes ze bearer of illegal parcels. How does one attain to a state such as this -- hazard, desert, cafeteria (or so memory whispers, in sequinned Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1106472496918404162005-01-23T01:15:00.000-08:002005-01-23T01:31:16.126-08:00I want cool, delicious shirts. Shirts like Gatsby's, that I can throw in a heap and sigh at. And shoes, cut from a single piece of leather, dyed to a honey colour, or lime and tangerine, and black, of course, kept in their shapes by mahogany trees. I want to not put these on, and sip cold rose and apple tea while I drift into a hazy half-sleep under the shade of a striped awning. And then rouse Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1105724629627190482005-01-14T09:15:00.000-08:002005-04-09T10:30:26.650-07:00Jackie & the Friday Lady.Been climbing a lot of stairs in AMK the past week conducting sweaty surveys.1.) The Cursed 8th Floor Prostitute. There we were on the storey with creepy corridors, pluckily pounding on a door that looked more forlorn than its neighbour, which had eviction notices all over it. 3 knocks and we were ready to go, but at the very last second the door creaked open. She peered Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1103728984527047492004-12-22T07:15:00.000-08:002005-05-01T08:30:56.823-07:00Watched "Alexander" and what's it about grime-caked manhood? Example Colin Farrell, his crooked thickish brows and hangdog eyes and almost-accidental moments of softness, and he's so rather brownedly broad, and low, and bad. Angelina Jolie such delight, a crazed Olympias given over to wantonly campy hamming. It should have been a bore, but by Dionysos it wasnt. Oliver Stone is on the absolute Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1103122484551243632004-12-15T06:34:00.000-08:002005-04-09T10:34:44.730-07:00Ambulance posting last night. Thought for a moment Michelle ze half-german harridan would trap me, but thankfully I was detailed to the firepost where Azlinah mistressed the witching hours. But Imran was Michelle'd. Well one can't ask for Everything. Had exciting assault call where Indian worker was smashed on "backside" of head by a Thai "ali babba" for his handphone. Rather pitiful spectacle, Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1101579680780742742004-11-27T09:59:00.000-08:002005-04-09T10:37:35.620-07:00Havent written for a while... ehehe but nothing exciting, really. Watched "The Graduate" some time ago... soundtrack suffused with gently wicked charm of Simon & Garfunkel... Anne Bancroft so feral and hungry. She was also beautiful. Also Francois Ozon's "5x2", not half as amusing as "8 Femmes" or strangely limpid as "Swimming Pool" but still sit-throughable. All those actors aren't much in ze Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1099068053733581822004-10-29T09:26:00.003-07:002005-04-09T10:40:20.510-07:00Voulez-vous? Ehehe. Wriggled my scapulae to the delight of "Mamma Mia!", a spandex-strobed fable of sex, love and camp to nth on a remote(ly) Greek isle with a styrofoam taberna and lovely-ly artificial Mediterrannean light. Singing was passable, except for "Winner Takes it All", which was affecting, and "Lay All Your Love on Me", which was silly and floppily-flippered and fun, which describes Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1098560596197692212004-10-23T13:11:00.000-07:002004-10-23T12:54:32.126-07:00I must register my impressions of "The Name of the Rose", even though my understanding is necessarily very imperfect. It is wonderful, it engendered in me a breathless pounding of the heart not known since I first read "Dracula" in its horrid relentlessness, and it made me truly grateful for a book, the genius of the author and the circumstances that placed it in my hands. After it I could not doYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1098127345273391992004-10-18T13:03:00.000-07:002004-10-18T12:40:49.080-07:00So 2046 is a room, and a year, and some strange city of the imagination. Whatever. What I cared about, and got in gorgeous abundance, were drenched shots of dirty walls against which leaned sordid women, who spat delicious Mandarin at slovenly Lothario Tony Leung, and were grabbed and kissed roughly, and whose glitter and lipstick were smeared artlessly in so artful a fashion. There was pretence,Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1098030257774946382004-10-17T09:15:00.000-07:002004-10-17T09:26:03.366-07:00Watched "Sky Captain & the World of Tomorrow", which was as wonderfully campy and frivolously noir as claimed, but I was so sleepy during the airfight scenes it all became a bluish blur. Thought Angelina a hoot, and Gwyneth palely gorgeous. Would have preferred Ewan to Jude Law, but he appeals more to girls I suppose. Yesterday we traipsed around Paragon, and saw Kit Chan, and she had curly Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1097335682268048452004-10-09T08:12:00.000-07:002004-10-09T08:30:29.066-07:00At last managed to watch "The Motorcycle Diaries", thankfully worth the trouble. Gael Garcia Bernal, with his dark R's and dirty chin shadow and deepest eyes, really the handsomest and most intriguing actor working today. And that woman, whatshername, Chichina, a latina rose in the most trite and devastating way. Director a genius with his pans of the expansive landscape, soundtrack a thimble of Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1095951782293530512004-09-23T07:38:00.000-07:002004-09-23T08:04:58.620-07:00Strange and apparently, "You are a SRDL--Sober Rational Destructive Leader. This makes you a Mob Boss.
You are the ultimate alpha person and even your friends give you your space. You can't stand whiners, weaklings, schlemiels or schlemozzles. You don't make many jokes, but when you do, others laugh out loud. They must.
People often turn to you for advice, and wisely. You are calm in a crisis,Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1095701612137710152004-09-20T10:33:00.000-07:002004-09-20T10:33:32.136-07:00Youth ?? Which Angel Or Demon Are You ??
Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1095010367074398742004-09-12T10:07:00.000-07:002004-09-12T10:38:46.650-07:00Tea yesterday in Chihuly Lounge of Ritz-Carlton, made most pleasantly gratis by J. Selection of dainties delightful, especially the sandwiches, in particular the tomato and tuna and the cucumber. W partook most liberally of the molten chocolate fountain, and G sank into orgasm with the pralines and W's spontaneous gift of white polo. I had egg in chilli puree, which was surprising and marvellous.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1093625205392449002004-08-27T09:34:00.000-07:002004-08-27T09:51:31.210-07:00So today, in the cold hours between lunch and a mass display of misguided avarice and petty greed, we played "Guess ze Cryptic Association", or "Crap Hangman". I dip into the collective pool of inventiveness that seepeth from sloth: Penis, Star Wars - Ewan. Cher, Madonna - Botox. Cult - Hotel California. Million, Berry - Swordfish. Autumn, Mermaids - Winona.
Already craving new ties, lush maroonyYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1090513569677599362004-07-22T09:09:00.000-07:002004-07-22T09:28:27.160-07:00Ah... ze J has done eet and so shall I. Anyway, ze "femme in noir" was rather excellent... simple set, a bit cheapish (those white drapes over chair-shapes!!) but very old, sound theatre-ish and therefore enjoyable. Wonderful, genuine (not american-brit-down-under-parody) accents with rich, compelling deliveries from skilful duo, one tweedy and chameleon and the other stoutly energetic. The Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1088275408999124792004-06-26T11:41:00.000-07:002004-06-26T12:01:16.956-07:00My audacity, ehehe:
Witching Hour
Sleepless, heat gone
Except underthighs and the
Stickiness of eyes and face
Ablutions later
Maybe a flick, sound down. Subs for the hearing-impaired
Black white Technicolor queens
And baby janes. Limelight names
Little room. Clichés are easy
They obtrude from flatness of blogs
They don’t know. We do and laugh
But we aren’t much happier. We are sadder
But Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1088273492143495702004-06-26T11:06:00.000-07:002004-06-26T11:13:05.423-07:00Whitman:
A Clear Midnight
"This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars."
I Sing the Body Electric
"...I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1088272582782199952004-06-26T10:40:00.000-07:002004-06-26T11:04:17.553-07:00Some Plath:
Black Rook In Rainy Weather
"....Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent
Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent"
and J's favourite... ehehe
Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1088101417423263072004-06-24T11:04:00.000-07:002004-06-24T11:38:25.776-07:00Sinful meal, with equally wicked company wallowing in debauched conversation. J brought back gifts of charmed beads from enchanted isle of burnt tyreshop owners and magical women. G went brown within sclerae. W sashays more than ever. YQ presented himself in same shocking verdure, led us all on merry promenade down tree-lined avenues of "ga-ga-ga-ga-ga" painted ladies (so said I, though J, in Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1087750189341699652004-06-20T09:29:00.000-07:002004-06-20T09:59:48.916-07:00Have to write something once in a while, even if it is about nothing. Well finished off "Fabulous Small Jews" by an Epstein, and yes he's obviously obsessed with his Jewishness even though he pokes unsubtle fun at those who are in his stories... which aren't half bad really, some even rather good, but the curt twisty endings, or worse, tiny epiphanies, just stink of contrivance when they Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1087149619808781042004-06-13T10:29:00.000-07:002004-06-14T07:44:56.843-07:00Watched flamenco by Campania Rafaela Carrasco, who titled their performance a bland "The Music of the Body (La Musica del Cuerpo)". The women were naiads mortalized -- older, fleshier, vigorous in corporeality, renouncing the hygiene of nudity for organic gowns of scalloped laminae and flouncing toolings. Eloquent with fury and ecstasy, they devoted themselves to seances of cupped palms and Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1086884118359393852004-06-10T08:56:00.000-07:002004-06-10T09:18:41.966-07:00Buffet lunch yesterday at Garden Cafe in Hotel Phoenix (fake fountain and diva above counter) with J and A. Three leetle old ladies were busily chomping on all-you-can-eat local delights when we arrived. We ate. Then we noticed the frail trio were still eating. We paused for coffee. No cessation of ingestion from the wizened ones. We started to stare. Old ladies methodically sawing meat into Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1086714910952347832004-06-08T10:02:00.000-07:002004-06-08T10:16:35.410-07:00Scarlett Johanssen(-son?) quietly luminous in "Girl with a Pearl Earring". Colin Firth plays a virile Vermeer, ragged and probably smelly, which rather contradicts my idea of him (Vermeer) but it's Colin and he's Mr. Knightley so everything's forgiven. The colours are marvellously saturated and the Delft light (very clever studio work) makes everything, and everyone, quiver on the edge of Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1086365761899195162004-06-04T09:11:00.000-07:002004-06-04T09:16:01.900-07:00Watched Faye, and she amazed, which means pure awe and adoration and joy and wonder. Can't seem to write much rot theseadays. Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1086191646203874892004-06-02T08:54:00.000-07:002004-06-02T08:54:06.203-07:00The StageYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1086191551905625232004-06-02T08:52:00.000-07:002004-06-02T08:52:31.906-07:00Buddha on Vesak heheYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1085840323288175902004-05-29T07:18:00.000-07:002004-05-29T07:18:43.286-07:00I spyyyyyYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1085769789046711492004-05-28T11:43:00.000-07:002004-05-28T11:43:09.046-07:00SmileYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1085769678436630382004-05-28T11:41:00.000-07:002004-05-28T11:41:18.436-07:00Trying this out for a lark.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1085767517277044052004-05-28T11:05:00.000-07:002004-05-28T11:05:17.276-07:00You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already topreserve the English tongue, it should be.Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you? brought to you by Quizilla
Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1082218829046877992004-04-17T09:20:00.000-07:002004-04-17T09:24:23.606-07:00Now It addresses the Reader. All posts here are either sarcastic, silly or rather meaningless. Most mean the opposite of how they read, some are straight, figure them out yourself or even better, don't. I'm arrogant in a way but not in the way you probably imagine, so yes I'm not obnoxious like that, ha. Have a sense of humour, dislike me as I probably dislike you, and I might find you funny or Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1082217719564965202004-04-17T09:01:00.000-07:002004-04-17T09:05:54.280-07:00I am so poetic. I call violets violet and roses red. I see the blue in the sky and think 'azure', a lake is always silent and deep and looks like the colour of tears. Wildflowers are never weeds; a soldier is always wounded with sad eyes and a mistress has lips like coral and breasts like snow, she is Sophia Loren if "mature" and Hepburn (Audrey, never Katherine) if young, one uses adjectives Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1081705038671606942004-04-11T10:37:00.000-07:002004-04-11T10:42:54.890-07:00Wowee, I'm a blogger slut, I prostitute my cerebrum for your festishistic pleashore. See my Area 17 (Brodman's Map, naturally), perceive that I find the full pink voluptuousness of a rosebud lip revoltingly sexy; hear this you, my Heschl's gyrus cochleared its way into a moaning giggle and cannot distinguish a low sound, a helicoma-tous noise; feel my 4 as I tickle, all very somatotopically (and Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1081679382207744072004-04-11T03:29:00.000-07:002004-04-11T03:38:38.373-07:00It's stultifying like a Beatriceless Hades, but main Pros for this year are a distant, caffeine-drugged limbic-looped eternal alteration of my pyramidal, and perhaps stellate, cells, and my brow beams clear as the azuremost sky ever carved, swift scimitar-arabesque-esque, by a Shangrila lark. Passion whatnot making me pain for crafty Madonnas and sly Jesi, my eyeteeth-to-give-for gelato and walksYongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1080930509815612082004-04-02T10:28:00.000-08:002004-04-02T10:32:04.436-08:00And we see that it is rather good, ehehe.Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1080749657306567892004-03-31T08:14:00.000-08:002004-04-02T10:30:45.670-08:00Smooth, sweet, timeless, romantic...
You are usually mellow, but you have a wild side to you that only shows when the moment is perfect.
You're Mead!
What Type of Alcoholic Beverage Are You? brought to you by Quizilla
Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1078903081724875522004-03-09T23:18:00.000-08:002004-03-09T23:22:15.500-08:00Wasn't sure what 'cynosure' meant so here "Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes. (Milton)" and "Cynosure derives from Latin cynosura, from Greek kunosoura, dog's tail, the constellation Ursa Minor, from kuon, kun-, dog + oura, tail. As the eyes of mariners and travelers were often directed to the North Star, so our eyes are often directed to a cynosure".
What sameness,Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1078807265138959942004-03-08T20:41:00.000-08:002004-03-08T20:44:07.170-08:00In school, typing from WJ's laptop. Hoped it would thunderstorm but didn't. Went through half a set of notes in more than 2 hrs, then finished them in .5 hrs perched on sleepy red couch in library. Strange giddy sensation behind orbits. Brain feels chewed on, which isn't that surprising considering general trauma of yesterday's Patho. This being one of more normal, unpretentious, so diary-ly Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1078806527394080002004-03-08T20:28:00.000-08:002004-03-08T20:32:01.403-08:00"Book stamped by Ms Fludde, my patient, a solemn. pale, dark-haired, large-eyed girl, suffering from mammary hyperplasia, what the laity call big tits. She, much concerned these are abnormal, and from cynosure of every eye in bus, supermarket... Gave reassurance that what seemed to owners as obvious as dome of St Paul's is really as unnoticeable to passers-by as the lamp-posts... Ms Fludde said Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1078068325321309102004-02-29T07:25:00.000-08:002004-03-08T20:26:16.030-08:00What Joni wrote.
Chelsea Morning
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and
the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window, and the
traffic wrote the words
It came ringing up like Christmas bells,
and rapping up like pipes and drums
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it till the night comes
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and
the first thing that I saw
Was the Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1077388279094380592004-02-21T10:31:00.000-08:002004-02-21T10:33:59.530-08:00Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1076344154177542582004-02-09T08:29:00.000-08:002004-02-09T08:31:38.590-08:00Yesterday I touched a goddess. I braved the acid monsoon rain, suffered a full UV treatment (1500 to 1730!!), and endured greasy proximity to other bodies, all in the hope for a glimpse of Faye. And how I was rewarded, oh how -- for not only did she effect an autograph, no, 'twas not merely the ineffable grace with which she did proffer her elfin hand, nay, not just the intimate glimpse of a Yongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085577.post-1075742664251517872004-02-02T09:24:00.000-08:002004-02-02T09:28:48.186-08:00I woke up from a dream, and it was beautiful, and I was filled with a sense of purity and goodness and I trembled from the memory of it. I guess that's how religious people feel, when they give themselves over to their faith, and that's why humankind has been inventing the Divine ever since we could. And there's a part of me that will always yearn for such solidity and comfort, to be held in the Yongnoreply@blogger.com