Author: Li Hoong

Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog Act 1 Lyrics

This is because I’ve got OCD.

I was googling the lyrics for Dr Horrible, just cause I have to know all the words, and it took forever to find them so here they are, for those who might stumble on my blog! 🙂

ACT ONE

LAUNDRY DAY

DR HORRIBLE
Laundry day, see you there,
underthings, tumbling.
Wanna say, “Love your hair”.
Here I go, mumbling.

With my freeze-ray I will, stop, the world.
With my freeze-ray I will,
find the time to,
find the words to…

Tell you how, how you make,
make me feel, what’s the phrase?
Like a fool, kinda sick.
Special needs. Anyways…

With my freeze-ray I will, stop, the pain.

It’s not a death-ray or an ice-beam,
that’s all “Johnny Snow”.
I just think you need time to know

That I’m the guy to make it real,
the feelings you don’t dare to feel.
I’ll bend the world to our will
And we’ll make time stand still.

That’s the plan, rule the world,
you and me, any day.
Love your hair…

Anyway.

With my freeze-ray I will, stop…

BAD HORSE LETTER

BAD HORSE HENCHMEN
Bad Horse, Bad Horse, Bad Horse, Bad Horse!
He rides across the nation, the Thoroughbred of Sin.
He got the application, that you just sent in.
It needs evaluation, so let the games begin.
A heinous crime, a show of force,
a murder would be nice of course.
Bad Horse, Bad Horse, Bad Horse, he’s bad!
The Evil League of Evil, is watching so beware.
The grade that you receivewill be your last, we swear.
So make the Bad Horse gleeful or he’ll make you his mare…
You’re saddled up, there’s no recourse,
it’s “hi-ho Silver!”
Signed, Bad Horse.

PENNY’S SONG

PENNY
Will you lend a caring hand
to shelter those who need it?
Only have to sign your name,
don’t even have to read it.
Would you help?
No? How ’bout you?

WHAT A MAN’S GOTTA DO

DR HORRIBLE
A man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do.
Don’t plan the plan, if you can’t follow through.

All that matters, taking matters, into your own hands.
Soon I’ll control everything, my wish is your command.

CAPTAIN HAMMER
Stand back everyone, nothing here to see.
Just imminent danger, in the middle of it: me!
Yes, Captain Hammer’s here, hair blowing in the breeze!
The day needs my saving expertise.

A man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do.
Seems destiny ends with me saving you.
The only doom that’s looming is you loving me to death.

I’ll give you a sec to catch your breath.

PENNY
Thank you, Hammer Man,
I don’t think I can
explain how important it was
that you stopped the van.
I would be splattered.
I’d be crushed into debris.
Thank you sir for saving me.

CAPTAIN HAMMER
Don’t worry about it,
a man’s gotta do
what a man’s gotta do.

PENNY
You came from above.

DR HORRIBLE
Are you kidding?

CAPTAIN HAMMER
Seems destiny
ends with me saving you.

DR HORRIBLE
What heist were you watching?

PENNY
I wonder what you’re Captain of.

DR HORRIBLE
Stop looking at her like that.

CAPTAIN HAMMER
When you’re the best
you can’t rest,
what’s the use?

DR HORRIBLE
Did you notice that he threw you in the garbage?

PENNY
My heart is beating like a drum.

CAPTAIN HAMMER
There’s ass
needs kicking,
some ticking bomb to diffuse.

DR HORRIBLE
I stopped the van.
The remote control was in my hand!

PENNY
… must be in shock.

CAPTAIN HAMMER
The only doom that’s looming
is you loving me to death.

PENNY
Assuming I’m not loving you to death.

DR HORRIBLE
What-ever

CAPTAIN HAMMER and PENNY
So please give me a sec to catch my breath.

DR HORRIBLE
Balls

Overanalysis

I had a random conversation with my friends the other day, and someone said that in Indian Culture it was once considered alright for a girl to marry her mother’s brother, i.e. her uncle. Eew right?

Then we went and analysed, what would it be like if we did?

First awful analysis:

You and your kids will call the same people “Grandpa” and “Grandma”!

Second gross analysis:

Your grandmother would become your mother-in-law!

Third killer analysis:

Your mother would be your sister-in-law!

Dr Horrible’s Sing Along Blog


Just loveeeeeee the concept – shows being shown on the internet for FREE and only for 24 hours!

What could make this more brilliant?

When the show is a musical about a lovable villain who’s always thwarted by a dumb ass hero! 🙂

Hug your parents and grandparents people!

Dammit. I have real issues. As my closest dearest friends all know, I have this weak spot for the elderly. I hate Reality TV shows (read Survivor and Amazing Race) for putting them in their shows without giving them a headstart at all. I mean come on people… give them a break lest they break a hip.

Anyway I saw this poem today, which is making the always busy junk mail circuit. Sometimes there’s a jewel amongst the trash.

See Me

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me —
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.”

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.

Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME…
I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still;
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet;
A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five now I have young of my own,
Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;
I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel —
‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life over again,
I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last —
So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses — see ME!

Is there really such a thing as karma?

I’m a believer in

“if you do crappy things, crappy things happen to you.”

It seems to me however, that I’m a much stronger believer in

“if you do crappy things, crappy things ought to happen to you.”

It’d be much more realistic to believe in

“crappy people will do crappy things to you, and crappy things won’t necessarily happen to them.”

Some recommend believing that

“when crappy people do crappy things to you, do crappy things to them in return.”

Tempting. But…

I just don’t think I can do it, I’d very likely end up just like those crappy people.

Gotta borrow part of a line from Ms Austen, cause I’m pretty sure that

“It’s a universal truth that many crappy people do crappy things to those they think did crappy things to them (when they didn’t at all).”

Krabi Baby!

I’m soooooooooooooooo unbelievably excited. We got the tickets last week. Don’t know why the delayed reaction. Picking hotels/resorts etc probably spurred this on.

Just can’t wait to gooooooooo… I’m even excited about the train ride there! So what if its 14 hours? I’ll have Mr Teoh, and hopefully someone’s IPOD. 🙂

Plus its a symbol of my yummy delicious 1 month break from work!!!

Looking at pictures differently.

On Mothers Day this year, I had looked at this picture and thought that it was morbid.

Just a couple of days after Fathers Day this year however, this picture has become something that has not only brought comfort to me, but clarity as well.

Only one thing left to say, Nick, I was wrong. 🙂

Our dads really have the same vibe.