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just caught cellular. it's easily one of the most ridiculous shows i've ever seen. too many coincidences, too many conveniently inserted events, too much lousy acting. gosh the entire thing was pretty much a huge nokia advert, especially with the not-very-subtle brand name zoomed in on about fifty million times. even the lead sounded like she was having a casual conversation on one of those 1900-hot-date lines than someone desperate to be rescued. and point to note - the resolution of the video on the hp was impossibly good and obviously fake. the show was ridden with a gazillion loopholes, and i gave up spotting them after i got to like the hundredth one.
mm and i have a perpetual blush now thanks to the sun. i thought i was immune to the rays, but clearly not. i guess it'll fade in what, 2 hours? still hoping i'll get at least a shade darker tho.
[Listening to: dirty dancing by black eyed peas]
Friday, October 29, 2004
[by the way i tried to say]
techno is swallowing me up in its mindless unceasing beat. never-ending energy just going on and on and on. just keeps thumpin' thumpin' thumpin'. if yu turn it on loud enough all yu hear is the beat and nothing else. flashes of gyrating people. dim lights flickering on and off. tt's all tt pervades your mind. and the beat. not forgetting the beat.
[Listening to: roof is on fire by blood hound gang]
[by the way i tried to say]
i feel like watching edward scissorhands again. up to now it's still one of my fave shows. something just twanged in me seeing how he has the power to hurt with such ease, yet he's still so beautifully vulnerable. how his intentions were all good, but due to the baseness of men all his kindness and sincerity were met with hostility and distrust. and the way the people of the town were portrayed - perfect little people in perfect little houses with perfect little gardens. but so quick to think the worst of anything different. ignorant, maybe, but it was so painful to watch how easily they turned against him.
the image still sticks in my head: looking at the pair of synthetic hands that could be his, with such longing and yearning, just to be a complete person, and watching before his very eyes as the items which held so much hope were sliced up by his own blades. and he was condemned just like that. but was he more of a complete person than the rest were? the trust he had in every one of them was heart-wrenching, precisely because this trust was made use of.
the ending of the show was exceptionally glorious, and incredibly pretty, yet tinged with a wistful sadness, and i felt so much for him, his gentle awkwardness, his sweet nature and most of all his helplessness in the face of the cruelty of men.
tim burton really has my r-e-s-p-e-c-t. and so does johnny depp.
[Listening to: light in your eyes by blessid union of souls]
Monday, October 25, 2004
[by the way i tried to say]
i always wondered what the big fuss about soliloquies were. i mean, so somebody is talking to himself and showing signs of becoming psychotic bcoz who talks to themselves anyway? but then i just realised why they're so valued. for they're an expression of one's innermost thoughts, whereby one's feelings come out pure and true, not hidden behind semi-translucent veils in an attempt to lessen the intensity of one's emotions. a soliloquy reveals a person's true character, not those abridged versions that he would otherwise choose to present to others. and that makes it all the more precious, for everything said in a soliloquy comes straight from the depths of a person.
playwrights ought to be proud of me. lol.
[Listening to: torn by natalie imbruglia]
Saturday, October 23, 2004
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turns out my dad isn't the only hilarious one in the family. my sis msged back from china saying hi i've gotten here and i'm still alive. quite amazing actually, considering i probably wont survive half a day in china. but she's probably communicating through sign language now. i wont be surprised if she comes back blabbering nonstop bcoz no one there could understand her.
[Listening to: Leave right now by will young]
Friday, October 22, 2004
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instead of having an eye candy, i think i just adopted an ear candy lol. the guy's voice in that band today was extraordinarily comfortable to the ear. wasn't the jarring i'm-shouting-in-your-face kind of vocals, neither was it the i'm-showing-off-my-range-to-impress type. it was more like the i'm here to sing, hope yu will listen kind of voice. i just wanted to sit there the whole day and listen. the rain came too, right after the last song, which made a perfect ending to that gorgeous series of songs, despite the scramble to get to shelter and all.
and then the jazz music reminded me of hotel lobbies before christmas. i so want to go to america during christmas time, just to soak in the atmosphere and get that christmassy tingle again.
[Listening to: fever by michael buble]
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
[by the way i tried to say]
my dad's hilarious. i wished him happy bday via sms and he sent back thanks. send love to mom. mushy stuff separately. [Listening to: drive me crazy by expresso]
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
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late nights are really taking their toll on me. i've been half-dead the whole of today, despite going in to school late on purpose. even the eyebags are becoming increasingly prominent. lol to the extent that even this guy trying to con me into upgrading my internet connection went whoa yu look really tired even though it was completely irrelevant. even a self-proclaimed break sounds exceptionally enticing.
[Listening to: forever by westlife]
Monday, October 18, 2004
[by the way i tried to say]
i've been feeling pangs of homesickness lately. which would be totally understandable if i was say stranded in india or something. but utterly ridiculous when i spend half my day at home anyway. it's like i'm just bumming around the house and suddenly a semi-conscious thought hits me: i'm gonna miss all this. the thing is, where the hell am i going?? i just can't place the reason for these sudden bouts of homesickness.
hmm i'm getting completely owned at dota. it's outrageous how i get whacked over and over and over again and want to curse and swear but end up playing more dota. grr. [Listening to: cannonball by damien rice]
Saturday, October 16, 2004
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mm yeaa finally accomplished some fruitful shopping today. initially expected to watch 2046 [oh i'm such the chinese pro] but unfortch shaw has pathetic screenings, so plan was abandoned. bought more than expected which put me in a silly state of contentment. so i was prancing in front of my mom in my new clothes till she practically shoved me out of the room. strange to think tt just yesterday i was convinced that retail therapy doesn't ever work and i was wondering if i were a guy bcoz i was starting to hate shopping. mm. changed my mind today.
[Listening to: desert rose by sting]
Friday, October 15, 2004
[by the way i tried to say]
i think i want a lightstick.
[Listening to: it's my life acoustic version by bon jovi]
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ok so town again. see entry on town being bloody boring. maybe it was bcoz i didn't see anything worth buying at all. yeaa so wimbledon. it was well.. ok. hahaha. so i say that for every show. but it wasn't anything special, and nothing clicked, so i guess it was just ok. didn't really make me wanna jump up and start playing tennis. come to think of it, white chicks yesterday was just ok too. lol. the entire cinema was rocking but i didn't find it particularly hilarious.
oh and i think next time i should adopt a lil girl. hahaha. the 2 we saw at borders were adorableeee. they were speaking in these posh little voices and their conversation went something like tt:
girl 1: now i'm 6 so i'm reading Aussie Nibbles and then when i'm 8 i'll be reading Aussie Bites! girl 2 [indignantly]: nooo when yu're 7!! girl 1: well when i'm 7 i'll be reading Aussie Nibbles ANDD Aussie Bites.
i was falling in love with both of them and i wanted to bring them home and keep them all for myself. lol.
on another note, my tft is still mia. sad. thanks to the no-cd crack my bnet is not automatically dling the new patch and thus i have to find it myself. lol. which i shall do asap. i think i haven't fted in years.
[Listening to: greatest story ever told by oliver james]
Monday, October 04, 2004
[by the way i tried to say]
'Let me get your lace for you, Pat,' I said, kneeling down to tie it, realising that this was the first day in his life he had ever been out of trainers. Two bigger boys rolled past, arm in arm. They leered at us. Pat smiled at them shyly. 'He can't even do his shoes up,' one of them snorted. 'No,' Pat said, 'but i can tell the time.' They collapsed in guffaws of laughter, holding each other up for support, and reeled away repeating what Pat had said with disbelief. 'But i can tell the time, can't i?' Pat said, thinking they doubted his word, his eyes blinking furiously as he seriously considered bursting into tears. ----man and boy by tony parsons i have no idea why i like this excerpt.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
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today when i went into some crowded shop, i spotted this shop attendant. who was fervently folding clothes as if his life depended on it. the moment someone put a shirt down he pretty much jumped on it and started folding frantically. one would think the sky would come crashing to the ground if he didn't fold fast enough. i was quite amused actually, to see how his speed of folding matched the speed tt pple lifted clothes up to see and dumped them back again. the thing was, he was so preoccupied with his life-threateningly-important task of folding clothes tt he pretty much neglected the people who actually looked interested in buying things. but he provided me with entertainment for quite some time tho. watching him fold. scramble scramble fold. scramble scramble fold. was surprisingly therapeutic.
[Listening to: to the moon and back by savage garden]
Friday, October 01, 2004
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was inspired by the mention of the snooker table in pc today.. i was thinking how much life resembles a game of pool.. each of us represented by a coloured ball.. and how sometimes we just roll by without affecting those surrounding us.. while the effect certain pple have on an individual could just be a light tap, a slight diversion or a gentle nudge to push him in the correct direction. yet the time comes when yu unexpectedly experience such a great collision with particular individuals that your entire course is changed.
i was getting more and more carried away with my thoughts till i suddenly realised tt i can't stand cliche life analogies. oh well.