Last year I did not do the annual Quote Quiz - because I could no longer fit all my favourite movies into fifty.  However, in honour of the imminent termination of my unemployment:

1. Pick 50 of your favorite movies.  These are just 50 random films I watched last year.  Or just this year.  They've never appeared before in the quizzes.  Rock boats!
2. Then pick one of your favorite quote/s from each movie.
3. Post the quotes in your journal.
4. Have your f-list guess what the movies are.

(The quotes are ranked according to difficulty: * is easy and *** is pretty goddamn difficult)

( Whee! )

Have a ball. I doubt I'll be around here a lot after this.

Among the many points of discussion generated by my last ellejay post, I feel I must highlight the following: an epic lack of Donnie Yen appreciation on the f-list!  __sine, paisleyprints and cybermuse all demanded to know why Tony Leung CW didn't make the list in his place.  Hm, okay, Tony Leung is a very good actor.  In the acting department he is probably ten times better than Donnie Yen.  So is Andy Lau.  (I cannot, in my mind, divorce Tony Leung from association with Andy Lau.  Damn Internal Affairs.)  And Louis Koo, and Stephen Chow, and, uh, tons of other good-looking Chinese people - but Donnie Yen is still my favourite Chinese actor for reasons I cannot scientifically explain.

But anyway, the point of this.

( The (Very Long-Due) Donnie Yen Appreciation Post )

Earlier this year (i.e. the day before yesterday), when I finally got round to clearing out my A-level notes, I discovered large quantities of unfinished fic scribbled on my math tutorials, in my Econs jotterbook and on the blank sides of my photocopied Shakespeare's Sonnets.  I have devoted some time to finishing some of this unfinished fic, and it will be appearing in places.  It is good to know my coping mechanisms are all still in order.

I dedicate the following to megaton_souffle, who has been pestering me to do something about this since forever.

( In which zombies invade Olivia's literature set texts )


Mm, more to work on.  In the meantime I still find myself unemployed, but I have now garnered myself an interview through persistent bugging and therefore this may soon be rectified. 

( PROM )
AND NOW OFF TO THE INDISTINGUISHABLE TRIUMVIRATE FROM THE 12TH TO THE 21ST! Trust my mother to pick palindromic dates.

I hate formatting.

( Famous Last Words Revealed )

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Last dropoff before I go on my A-level-induced Internet hiatus.

All efforts on the Comprehensive Multimedia Archive front having fallen through, I decided to work on the Comprehensive Photopost instead.  Because, being having been President, I naturally have the largest collection of photos pertaining to ELDDFS from 2008 to 2009.

Whereupon I realised that this ellejay, beloved as it is - cannot take 100+ photos documenting almost two years of ELDDFS.  So much as I hate to admit it, I turned to my long-time nemesis: Facebook.

But out of loyalty...

( The Comprehensive ELDDFS 0809 Photopost )

Find the rest here.

From forochel:

If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.


Okay, I wouldn't say that I would not have met them without the internet, but I definitely would not have become friends with them - e.g. I met limitedcake when he was trying to borrow glue from my table during a mask-making workshop, and this would have been the single brief encounter between us in our lives had there not been Internet follow-up in kismetsays's comment page.  Much as I have many bones to pick with CAP these days, it was where I had brief encounters with people who would later become very important in my life (in fact, because I spent most of my teenage years living in some sort of nineteenth-century Victorian environment, the only actual male friends I had in secondary school - limitedcake, cybermuse, exodusfalls - were from CAP).  Not to mention that I wouldn't be as close to kismetsays or __sine or forochel as I am today without Livejournal, so thank you the Intarwebs.  

Yeah, I have so many things to post about these days but I have adopted a healthy lifestyle, SURPRISESURPRISE! so the blogspot is very blank. 

It's certainly been a long while, but the obligatory photopost:

( Whose Life Is It Anyway? ) 

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( Your Standard Ten Reasons To Go For This Production That I Always Succeed In Coming Up With )

To buy tickets, reply here, email elddfs0809@gmail.com or call me.  HURRY BEFORE THE MAD RUSH THAT IS OUR GLORIOUS PUBLICITY CAMPAIGN KICKS OFF NEXT WEEK.

This is the mEXiCO's unanimous favourite poster!



Anyway, the third interesting thing about YAWP!'09 is the Shuffle.  (Not the one being performed in the poster above).  The mEXiCO having decided that we should all learn professional empathy and develop new skill sets - for YAWP! we're rotating everybody's jobscopes.

So, Melissa's running around screaming like a headless chicken, I'm on publicity - which is why you're being continuously spammed with pictures of my sister - Davina's running backstage, Michelle & Chuan Yi are in the lights box, Jethro is bouncing, Fish is emcee and Doro is - well, somehow Doro still ended up on FoH but the SPIRIT OF REVOLUTION IS IN THE AIR, in any case.  This is quite fun, I have got to play with Illustrator a lot, Fish is still blissfully clueless about what she's in for and I suspect a lot of technical mayhem will be going down in LT3 on Thursday's tech run, which will make Jethro and Davina cry. 

Not that any of this really matters, since all the audience cares about is that somebody gets it done.

The above quote in the poster is a real (adapted) quote by the Goddess Ishtar, from the Epic of Gilgamesh.  Only kismetsays and exodusfalls have been able to identify it, though.  All everyone else has said is "Omigod, gross."

Hm, I meant to follow up on that first one, but due to my long weekend of artistic appreciation I...haven't been online much.  Except for my brief dalliance late yestereve with forochel, in which I tried to hire her to be my personal online shopper and was cruelly rejected thanks to MOE H3.  Thus brief.  Anyway, back to the poster campaign:



Important People Who Will Be There
(in order of invitation)

Michael Corbidge, actor/poet/playwright/director/man of many hats, judging
Alvin Pang, poet and 2005 Young Artist of the Year, judging
Chris Mooney-Singh, father of Poetry-Slam-as-copyrighted-by-Word-Forward, judging and guest-performing
Teng Qianxi, poet and fabulous grand-senior whom kismetsays worships, judging and possibly reading poem about Mr. Barnard
Pooja Nansi, slam poet, guest-performing
Joseph Tay, officially the funniest man in Hwa Chong Institution (high school & college section), guest-performing
Antonym Says Goodbye, inside joke, guest-performing
Batman, cameo
Nicholas G. C. Perry, who has to be there, prize-presenting
Michael C. Wee, two-time winner of the Foyle Young Poets Award, buying a ticket
the mEXiCO, your favourite people!, shuffling

POSTER NUMERO UNO!



This, by the way, is kismetsays's least favourite poster.  She insisted the silhouette of the girl reading the book looked fake.

Later she discovered it was my sister.

We've seen little from the fandom of After Math since __sine last posted the JC exploits of saikang!Alex and drunken!Ben.  There is something of how that came about in this.  I wrote it over a year ago and never finished it because I didn't know how to end; I recently found it when trawling old folders.  There is more where it came from, but it's made to look like it leads somewhere and it doesn't so I didn't post it.

This is for Nat, mostly.

( Yvonne goes to JC )
I've not seen Yvonne around for a long time.  She is to some extent my alter-ego, although the normal thing is to have an alter-ego when you're repressed so it can do all the things you don't dare do - it's the other way round.  I do all the things Yvonne would never do.  And like I said, I haven't seen her around lately because there is nothing sweet left inside me.