My previous post was really meant to read as satire, but never mind.
My previous post was really meant to read as satire, but never mind.
Until yesterday night, every time someone mentions NLB’s destruction of And Tango Makes Three, i feel my guts seize up with indignation. The country i have defended from scoffing, jet-setting friends; the country i optimistically believed was heading towards a culturally-rich and tolerant direction; the country i have always loved for its quaint old ways co-existing with dynamic modernism – IS. DESTROYING. BOOKS.
WEH. My heart.
BUT. The more i thought about it, the less sense it made. I’ve come to the conclusion that NLB’s move might actually be an insanely clever strategy that would ultimately benefit the pro-homosexual faction. What made their actions suspect?
Firstly, NLB is not stupid. It has after all curated millions of books, co-ordinating across libraries, conducted art and cultural events, festivals, programs. I refuse to believe that NLB can take the demands of anti-Tangos seriously, without detecting the illogic behind their rationale.
The greatest concern presented by anti-Tangos is that the book, being accessible to younger children, may ‘promote values’ they should not ‘exposed’ to. If the children in question are as young as supposed – that a story revolving around penguins can possibly inflame their infant libido for homosex, or somehow ground their lifelong beliefs about marriage – then wouldn’t the parents be present to function as a filter?
How the children interprets the book, or in fact if they even come into contact with the book, depends almost entirely on their parents. The onus is on them to either explain to their children that such relationships exist in reality and should not be condemned, or that such relationships are unnatural and unacceptable.
If your children are as impressionable as you have claimed, i am sure they will take your word over a picture book about antarctic birds they have just encountered. Are we that in doubt of our parenting, that the complete physical destruction of a book is necessary?
How about its value as a literary resource for parents who do want to educate their children on homosexual acceptance? By destroying the book, thus creating a literary void about homosexuals, we deprive the early exposure and understanding of homosexuals for children of such parents.
As i was saying, i would like to believe that NLB is not stupid. They must have weighed the arguments from both ends, and given the multiplicity of their committee, i would imagine much debate generated from both sides.
So why is it that NLB has chosen the extreme course of action? The very act of destruction brings to mind dystopian societies, Fahrenheit 451, oppression at the cost of literacy and culture, etc. NLB cannot possibly be blind to this. Could they not have transferred the books to the adults section, or limited access to it in the central library? Was pulping books really necessary?
Especially given the backlash from social media, why would NLB go ahead with such measures without an attempt at compromise to appease both camps? I think the anti-Tango parents would have been smug enough if these books were made restricted in the central library, beyond the grasp of impressionable young hands. That would leave pro-Tangos – parents or not – free to access and peruse them.
This was what triggered my suspicions that NLB’s ultimate goal may be more complex than publicly perceived. There’s more:
The PinkDot was a recent success. The calls for restriction against it - to fence up Hong Lim Park and ban people under 21 and/or are foreigners from PinkDot – were nowhere close to fulfilled. NLB, as part of the statutory boards of Singapore, would predictably echo the stance taken by the government: even if there was no outward endorsement of homosexuals, the government had at least symbolically indicated that homosexuals and their societal rights were considered.
The pulping of Tango, however, was in direct opposition to the supposed governmental stance taken. Not only did it yield to the demand of anti-Tangos, they went to the lengths of physical destruction – almost performative in their metaphor of how homosexual values should be destroyed and not ‘taint traditional family values’.
Why the confusing, contradictory messages sent out by each arm of the governmental body? First a victory against suppression by the homosexuals, then #achievementunlocked #bookburning by the anti-homosexuals. What is going on? Friends. This is where i propose a ludicrous conspiracy theory that bubbled and took form yesterday night while seething in quiet discontent.
NLB’s move was that of an ingenious, tactical mastermind. At the present, it somewhat maintains a balance between the crossfire between anti- and pro-homosexuals. In the long-term, however, where progress is inevitable, this incident serves only to advance the recognition and acceptance of homosexuals.
They have stoppered the escalating noise rising from anti-homosexuals after the WearWhite/ PinkDot, appeasing them with a token follow-through of their complaints. Will removing a book about penguins prevent the children of anti-homosexuals from future exposure, or from forming their own insights on the issue? No.
In fact, what is does on a societal level, in favor of pro-homosexuals, is much more powerful. What are the future consequences of destroying books, seen in conjunction with its surrounding societal context (PinkDot, global progression towards homosexual acceptance), and historical allegory (Fahrenheit 451, Stalin’s persecution, Mao’s cultural revolution, etc)?
Our kids will perceive the destroying of literature as oppressive, an obstruction to true progression. They will view the homosexuals as gagged, as unjustifiably persecuted. Our children will feel the same indignation i feel today for homosexuals, the same ones blamed for ‘playing the victim card’ but at the same time having their voices taken from shelves.
Our children, when they have their own minds and cannot have their rights snatched from their fingers, will be more sympathetic to the homosexual cause than they would have been without your complaints today.
So anti-Tangos, thank you for unintentionally steering the future of our society the right way. Thank you NLB for your tactical genius. Thank you.
Yesterday, at Pink Dot 2014, I saw no activists, no one pushing for the decline of religious influences, no one ‘actively promoting’ their ‘lifestyle’: what I saw was people - walking breathing feeling people – celebrating their right to love.
Stripped of all differences, they are fundamentally humans capable of love, who are looking for love. I cannot convince myself to go against that.
At the moment I realized that they aren’t homosexuals, male, female lesbian gay transexual bisexual confused spongeform – does it matter, really? I fall in love with someone’s intelligence, what they do, what they say – not their gender. If Justin were female, I would love him romantically in the same capacity.
Convince me that I am wrong, I want to be challenged. I want to know that the stance i ultimately take, whatever it is, is a fruition of careful deliberation and not merely the most convenient for my conscience. In a masochistic inversion of confirmation bias, i prowl anti-homosexuality pages, i.e. Lawrence Khong’s FB page, for worthy arguments against homosexuality. So far, my hunt has been pretty fruitless: mostly meme form rhetorical appeals:
At best (?), linking official statistics as intimidation against gay sex. Even then, there is little follow through to elaborate on how exactly these statistics justify robbing homosexuals of their rights. There is also a dearth of response to actual challenges to these largely quick n’ easy scare tactics.
I have had Christians, when challenged, lament on the aggression of those who disagree with them. If forced to a corner, they might also use the escape smog of “Sigh, I guess this is something we can never convince you to agree with.”
THEN TRY. We are aggressive not because we want to disagree, but because we want you to EXPLAIN TO US WHY WE SHOULDN’T. I crave, from the anti-homosexual camp, worthy arguments that can prove to me that you’re not merely hammering insistently on a non-existent nail. Because if so, you have been depriving people from their right to love all these years for naught.
I’ve felt that this is due for a long time. I believe in the genuine love between people of the same gender, and that it is no less – and deserves no less – than any other kind of love.
Here are the most favored arguments against homosexuals, none of which i feel can withstand punctures by logic and common sense.
1. Homosexuals are not discriminated, merely not allowed to ‘actively promote’ their lifestyle.
This is the argument i most dislike, because it is based on contradictory, hypocritical play on words. When hard pressed on why they aren’t practicing acceptance as they preach, i often hear Christians defend themselves with “I also have friends who are gays and lesbians. I don’t hate or discriminate them. But I disagree with their lifestyle, that’s all.” That’s not all. There is a difference between not sharing your friend’s taste in k-pop, and campaigning for iTunes to stop the sales of k-pop. Guess what, all you’re doing is saturating illegal downloads.
This becomes more pertinent when such movements extend beyond individuals. When effected by church bodies, these sentiments, although merely ‘disagreements’, impacts civil laws. And they know it. Under the guise of ‘merely disagreeing’, anti-homosexual communities are able to paralyze many constitutional rights of homosexuals. Now the issue is no longer confined to abstract acceptance or discrimination, but real rights that affect the lives of people. They are discriminated, legally, in the very bare definition of the word.
2. Legalizing homosexuality is a slippery slope down to pedophile, bestiality, and other sexual deviances.
This arguments exhausts me with its blatant ignorance. It is offensive on so many levels. Let me deconstruct and contrast each term for you.
Homosexuality: two consensual beings, fully capable of high order decision-making, in love emotionally and sexually, no one harmed in process.
Pedophilia: a mental disorder, medically diagnosable, fully sexual desire, causes distress to person experiencing sexual desire, involves harm to children, does not involve consenting adults.
Bestiality: similarly a mental disorder, causes distress, harm to non-consenting animals.
This slope they are talking about does not exist. It is not a slope, not a spectrum, not the roller-coaster thrill ride cockscrew track so happily painted to monger fear. Friends, this is not a ‘descent into moral darkness’ that imagery has traumatized us into picturing. These are issues in different ballparks altogether. Please don’t get taken in by baseless comparisons and techniques designed to scare.
3. Homosexuality is not natural / a result of sexual abuse.
Personally, i believe that homosexuality can be innate. Admittedly though, i have no clear evidence to lay these claims on, so i won’t even try. That one isn’t born homosexual, though, does not make it any less genuine. And, by extension, does not justify any form of discrimination.
I’ve had people eagerly presenting me with statistics that homosexuality is often a result of childhood sexual abuse, even if the victim is unaware of it. Homosexuality is also too often dismissed as social influence and therefore a ‘passing phase’. That some cases of homosexuality may be borne of abuse or external influence is undeniable. Still, it is too convenient to claim that every homosexual has experienced abuse, but have forgotten due to trauma. EVEN IF (although i strongly object to this claim), the majority do fall into this category, how do you account for the cases of inborn homosexuality – no matter how small such a population is?
Innate or not, induced or influenced, the fact remains that right now, they are as capable of romantic love as anyone else. What makes their current love for another human being, even if gender-preference has been externally shifted, any less worthy of full support and acceptance? Do you find their love unnatural? Even if so, how can we discount the authenticity of their present feelings?
4. Children need a traditional family structure consisting of a male and female.
Children, most essentially, need good parents who love them. Are homosexuals incapable of good parenting or loving their child?
Another oft used point is that these kids will face societal discrimination because of their alternative family structure, resulting in psychological problems, etc. This is such an opaque way of viewing the situation i cannot help laughing. Can we please go back to why there is social discrimination? Because of the persistent stigma against homosexuality. What anti-homosexuals are arguing is: we cannot let you do this because it will result in bad consequence that we create.
What exactly is so important about having anatomically traditional male and female figures for a family? This is what i want explained to me. Are we great believers of the oriental balance of Yin and Yang? Will having an effeminate but heterosexual father mar the traditionally ideal structure of my household? Seriously. Explain to me.
5. AIDS/HIV statistics dumping
Another popular move is to unload a statistics of AIDS/HIV, highlighting how homosexual rates of diseases far surpass the heterosexual population. I dislike the reliance on statistics to impress, without analytical decoding of the statistics’ meaning. But in this case, i do confess that it is a relevant problem because anal sex does undeniably put one at greater risk of HIV transmission.
BUT THEN AGAIN. I emphasize on transmission. Contrary to popular imagination, having anal sex does not automatically bestow one with HIV/AIDS. Although anal sex has a greater infection rate, transmission largely anchors on how much one is sleeping around. The societal and possibly familial pressure faced harasses gays from forming a committed relationship. It is when their main route to love is blocked that they may seek the back door (sorry).
Rounding back to the child/discrimination issue, society’s stance towards gay relationships defines the paths taken by gays to seek love – physical or otherwise. This in turn affects the HIV/AIDs rate amongst them. If it is truly the spread of HIV/AIDs and general health of the population that you are concerned with, then let them take the main path.
Rather than shunting gay men to the dark alleys behind Play, where they fail desperately to satisfy what society has deprived them of, but try week after week anyway — can we acknowledge the fact that gay sex happens, whether you want it to or not. Face the truth and help them reduce the rates of HIV/AIDs.
In light of the debate, this article is extremely informative: http://www.thelancet.com/journals/lancet/article/PIIS0140-6736(12)60821-6/abstract
6. They are turning a “moral wrong into a civil right”.
Firstly, let’s not pretend we understand – or even have - a universal morality. Especially on the topic of homosexuality, what is morally right or wrong becomes increasingly defined by culture and religion. Because i understand the extremely subjective nature of my moral values, i try to keep them at the most basic level.
Here i’m going to coin a term: inductive morality. Instead of determining my stance on a topical issue before attempting to justify existing moral beliefs (what i call deductive reasoning), i start with the fundamentals. The essence of being moral, to me, is love — love for all without harming another.
Homosexual relationships are based on love. No one is harmed in the process. It does not violate my morality.
Homosexuality as a ‘moral wrong’ is defined by one religion of the world’s many. No, it is based on subjective interpretation from an individual’s extraction of a religious text belonging to one religion of the world’s many. That, friends, is too damn many levels of ambiguity for me to place any kind of trust in their claims of what is morally right or wrong.
I understand that for Christians, it is commendable to face your doubts and then eradicate them through prayer and faith. But there comes a point where the validation of your status as a good Christian is compromising on your ability to discern faithfulness and dogged but unsubstantiated beliefs.
Your beliefs should not surpass your relationship with God and what he teaches you about truth and love. Jesus is someone who loves, and who believes in the freedom to love. Am I wrong to say that? If He were around, i personally imagine He’d find it ‘morally wrong’ to be robbing someone of their rights just for the pure act of loving another person.
I’m open to all new arguments. Feel free.
i am a living cliche because jazz makes me want coffee and coffee puts me in the mood for jazz.
together they make perfect mornings.
This weekend, J and I both made rewarding entertainment choices. He bought Divinity: Original Sin, and promptly shed his worldly self and could only be found gleefully tweaking the stats of his in-game characters. GEEK. I’m no better: started on The Crimson Labyrinth by Yusuke Kishi and COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN. It has been a long time since i found myself willing and able to finish a novel within two sittings. We spent most of the day together but reading/gaming respectively, and it was rather late in the evening before we couldn’t ignore our hunger and wandered out to Nando’s for dinner (before rushing home to continue haha).
The Crimson Labyrinth was, simply put, an exciting book. It’s somewhat a cross between Battle Royale and Hunger Games, although i loathe to associate a good book with HG. I take it back, besides the broad premise, it is nothing like HG. Fujiki finds himself awake in a strange – almost alien – place, with only a GameBoy giving him vague hints of a game he seems to be in. Eventually he finds other participants, who like him seem unable to recall the immediate events preceding their awakening.
From there, it gets increasingly sinister. What i loved most about the novel is the way it unravels. It may not be brilliant stylistically, but does a neat job dishing out hints – just enough for to thrill, for the reader to feel like the hints were cleverly caught than served. There were also grotesque plot features that shocked enough to be fascinating: cannibalism, the devolution of humanity, all strung together in a stimulating pace.
It was so exhilarating, in fact, that J read the last parts with me. I must have looked very tense or disturbed, because he paused his game and made me read aloud. A few paragraphs in, he was hooked too. We read the last couple of chapters together. Midway through i was so eager to get ahead of the story i started speed-reading verbally… we ended up just sharing the book haha.
If you don’t mind a ***spoiler***, what i especially liked about was it’s departure from the ‘dystopian future’ easy route. It made references to very real events in contemporary history i.e. the Japanese economic bubble burst. Although elaborate and almost unfathomable, it appears that the entire ‘game’ was for an extreme snuff film, based on someone’s obsession to bring to life a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure game existing in the market. So, unbelievable but fully plausible.
A strong plot without a distinctly brilliant style. For one, it’s translated, so i really can’t say for sure. Secondly, it didn’t need too stylistic a narration… it may even have detracted from the simple, clear presentation the plot details required. Either way, it was a direct juxtaposition to the book i read right before it: Anne Enright’s The Portable Virgin.
This is an example of postmodern gone awry. Although pretty, it is a hollow glass vase. I was so drawn to its minimalist aesthetics in the first few pages, that i decided to give it a chance despite prior warnings. It’s the literature version of the emperor’s new clothes, you tell yourself that unlike others, you ‘get it’. But there really is nothing to get. I give up.
The short stories in this collection get exponentially more fragmented and meaningless, and not even in a good way. Its only saving graces are images, striking and sublime. The Portable Virgin was more a viewing gallery in words than literature. It describes casual sex with a baker found at a bar:
“…(he) sort of dodged in, like I was an alley on the way to school. I didn’t know whether he had come, or a picture had slipped on the wall… True love.”
Holidays bloat up my recreational activities. Unable to walk for long distances or take jogs this time round, i’ve succumbed to the slothful activities of reading and watching shows and snacking in bed. I haven’t been able to find really good books recently, and my reading list is pitiful relative to last holiday’s. But still. A short run through of this season’s hits and misses, will probably do a more in-depth recommendation later.
HIT – Pastoralia by George Saunders
Pastoralia is a compilation of Saunders’ short stories. This is breathtakingly masterful writing. The premise itself is novel: think a displaced time and space where things work differently, but not impossibly so. Pastoralia, the cover story, is set in a museum where humans are made to live the life of people in different eras (protagonist a caveman) for the entertainment/pleasure of others. Simple enough, but Saunders method of unfolding the setting is absolute genius. I love most his relinquishing of explicit telling, and his expert narration of the protagonist’s throughts (it’s almost poetic). Also the irony that always follows behind his stories, sort of like a superior Catherine Lim without the pompous use of language. In fact that’s a better analogy than i thought: most of their stories slant towards social critique.
I can go on and on about Saunders, but not for this post. I’ll read more of his works before recommending them all at a go. So far i’ve only read Semplica Girl Diaries and Pastoralia.
MISS – For the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki
This was extremely disappointing because 1) it had rave reviews 2) JAPANESE AUTHOR. I usually love their work! But i guess my benign racist generalization backfired. I didn’t like how self-conscious and self-referential Ozeki was. It was too indulgent and explicit, leaving a squeamish, awkward aftertaste when reading. Ozeki was trying too hard to highlight Japanese elements (i should have seen it coming… Zen Buddhist nun, Hello Kitty lunchbox, Japanese tsunami….)
I guess what i love about Japanese novels that i love is their embodiment of the Japanese wabi sabi spirit. A distilled, quiet, intense but controlled aesthetics in writing and telling. Ozeki violates this on all fronts. It screams: I AM JAPANESE LOOK AT MY OTAKU HELLO KITTY MAID CAFE ZEN ZEN. Frankly i found it very offensive. This book made me very angry.
SEMI-MISS – One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez writes LENGTHY novels. Not Harry Potter action-packed lengthy, but ‘i am going to retell decades of their lives’ lengthy. I read Love in the Time of Cholera, and loved it, lengthiness and all. This one stretched my patience by spanning seven generations. I had trouble keeping up with the new people with similar names, which kind of disrupted the flow of reading for me. I only have my own inadequacy to blame here, therefore the semi-miss. To be fair, the first half of the book before the characters started inter-breeding, dying, and spawning, was very captivating – in the typical GGM way.
I’d say this was still a good book overall, but a challenging one to read.
HIT – Snickerdoodle Snackimals!!!
CINNAMON COOKIE GOODNESS. And the best part??? ORGANIC GLUTEN-FREE SUPER HEALTHY! To be honest i have no idea what gluten-free or organic really means, except that it’s more expensive. But this one does taste much more wholesome (but just as yummy) than other cookies in the market, and they are in tiny bite-sized pieces. This means you don’t get that sick buttery jelat feel and can probably finish the entire (quite huge) pack in a day.
ALSO THEY COME IN ANIMAL SHAPES. What is there not to love!? Only drawback: VERY ADDICTIVE.
MISS – Peanut Butter Snackimals
You’d think no one can screw up PB, but they did. Following the success that was Snickerdoodles, i got a pack of PB. It was flat and crispy, tasting vaguely like salty chips? Eugh. Anyone wants i will give away mine.
HIT – Legend of Zhen Huan / Empresses in the Palace / Zhen Huan Zhuan
Started watching this on Kejun’s recommendation. Up to Episode 30 right now, so yes – definitely addicted. This is available HD on YouTube! Yeah okay everyone mocks me for watching something so cheena, but MOCK ALL YOU WANT. It is worth it! The intelligent well-written script in all its superb subtlety and nuances, SO INCREDIBLE. The plot also avoids the pitfalls of predictability just to please the crowd… it portrays human desires and failings very, very truthfully. Usually i shun away from shows where tragedies occur, because my weak heart cannot take it. But this one – you can’t stop. THINGS – BLOODY AND HEART-BREAKING THINGS HAPPEN. BUT IT IS SO GOOD YOU WATCH IT AND TAKE IT – HEARTBREAK AND ALL.
HIT – STRFCKR’s older albums
Recently i re-listened to Starfucker’s earlier works in a bout of nostalgia. Introduced it to Justin, who can be quite stingy with his music preferences. He approved of it! So it must be pretty good… not that i didn’t know that already. I’m nostalgic for the all the good earlier works of my favorite bands. Is it bad that i avoid listening to their new pieces, because i’m afraid of disappointment?
That’s all for now. OH and also i’d be watching Inside Llewyn Davis soon.
HIT – Inside Llewyn Davis soundtrack
Some movies are made pretty good by virtue of their soundtrack. Garden State was one of them. Hopefully Llewyn Davis too. xx
one of my greatest dreams is to be a mother. pregnancy and childbirth terrifies me, but i do very much want to have a child. the past week has given me more exposure with young kids from one and a half to four, than i’ve ever had. the tiny things make you the happiest
when a child listens
when a child surprises you with his/her intelligence
when they ask you why your ‘trousers are broken’ in reference to ripped jeans
when they smooth small hands over wounds on your palm from falling that morning and say “boo boo?” with a look of genuine concern
their huge bellies
when they can’t help but laugh
when they snuggle up to you during rest time
when they run and crash into you for a hug with vigor only a child can have
when they just stare at you with immense depth of love and wonder
and when you smile back they tilt their heads and get really shy and smile back awww
tiny hands that curl into yours
when they babble to each other seriously
when they nudge their way into your lap
it’s only been a week but i can remember most of their names with the 5 classes i’ve helped with. usually i’m helpless with names. things you discover about yourself.
i’ve also found that i have very little disciplinary instincts, which is a fault. a definite fault. with children i’ve always been indulgent. i spoil them, let them not finish the food they don’t like, clean up after them, let them have their way when they’re being rude… i thought this would change when i actually had to take care of kids, but nope. i remain pandering and weak and unable to yell at them enough to obey. at most i’ll feebly warn them in an unconvincing voice. they know i love them too much to use force and climb all over me for that, haha.
another flaw of mine would be my obsessiveness and worrisome thoughts. i get really paranoid about any of them hurting themselves. even when they are squirming on my lap looking for sayang or cuddles, i can’t not worry about them knocking their heads on the floor or something. my job is tiring mostly because every second i spend watching them climb around the outdoor playground/indoor gym is a second off my life. my heart cannot take all that trauma.
one kid hit his head on the wooden gym beams but wailed it off within 10 minutes. on the other hand, i spent the night worrying about concussions and internal injuries and possible future consequences and vomiting or trauma etc etc. the amount of time i spent on webmd that day was astounding.
yeah i’m gonna be one of those parents.
lesson of the week: i do love children, and would be fine with wiping butts and dispensing cuddles. but i’d fail when it comes to discipline and i’d get a heart attack every other day.
A moment still enough that infant roots push into my soles. once someone told me pausing was therapeutic but today i feel only life’s impatience. the air is damp with the death of mangos, which are in season now. it is so bright it hurts. all around me tall trees spell themselves in black light on glittering concrete. dizzying.
it is summer that reminds you of murder, more than any other time of the year. everything it births is harsh and insidious – and too loud, always too loud. crows dive into sparrows drenched in bowels of yellow mango flesh gilded by the sun in obscene red orange black. it is almost too much.
one of the few i love and respect most in the whole world, who knows me better than anyone else.
we have spent some SERIOUSLY crazy time together. in secondary school, most of my after-school hours were with you – laughing, crying, talking, scheming, running around being nuts, doing the most insane things, in class… waxing our arm hair with scotch-tape, coming up with code names, showering together in church camp…
with you i have an entire trove of inside jokes and shared memories that can never be exhausted. there are really no proper words for how much we’ve been through together – the good and the bad. you have such a huge part to play in coloring the parts of myself i love best, i’ll never stop thanking you for that.
Gee, you are truly a force to be reckoned with. Even you know this yourself. For all your wilting wit and agitated nosebleeds, you’re one heck of an amazing human being. i’m so proud of you for every thing – not just the tangible achievements (although those are impressive), but most of all for who you are and who you will be. Strong, intense, idiosyncratic, passionate, crazy, and real. G you are the quintessential example of talent meets drive, how rare is that, and holy smokes how potent is that mix!!!
Love you so incredibly much and would definitely date you if i were gay xoxo!
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING AND THANK YOU FOR BEING ALIVE! Happy 21st, Gnoryaaa!!
This is basically my boyfriend every time he plays a game.