Weird
Before I start on my horrendously big pile of homework, I finally had a relaxing day yesterday.
Sports day. A bit disappointing that Romanis came in last, and I felt kinda bad for Debbie who was trying to make everyone cheer along with the house councilors, poor them. The crowd was quite dead, but then again it was a bloody humid day (just like every other day anyway) so cheering wasn’t exactly what we were totally excited to do.
Afterwards we finally had a class outing, half of us watched Street Kings (The guys didn’t know what it was about. “It’s a manly show!” was their reason for watching) and the other half watched The Forbidden Kingdom. I really wanted to watch Funny Games though.
Street Kings. Um…
It looked really appealing at first because I saw Hugh Laurie’s face plastered on the 10 feet tall poster. Alas, he only appeared for a total of maybe 15-20 minutes in the movie.
I just thought the whole movie plot was… weird. It was exactly like the movie Shattered. Strange mysterious things happen at first, then as the movie progresses, something fishy will happen and it turns out that the protagonist is being backstabbed by everyone who was helping him/her. Last 10-20 minutes – Climax, bad guys reveal their plan to sabotage the protagonist. Just like that.
Now the last part was the weirdest. That’s what happens when a good actor like Forest Whitaker delivers cheesy lines like, “To me you’re family” and “The money doesn’t belong to me, it belongs to us!” I dunno, I was just having a super weirded-out moment. I know that he was just trying to bribe the Keanu Reeves dude into not killing him but… Argh it was just really weird, I don’t know how to explain it.
And of course Keanu Reeves killed everyone and he didn’t die.
DROWNING IN HOMEWORK!!!!!
Growing into an old 17 year old auntie
[edit] Wtf I’m a complete, utter idiot. I pushed my phone’s memory stick into this laptop without knowing that the slot was too big for the memory stick. It wasn’t completely inside the slot, so I tried to make it drop out by shaking the laptop vertically, but it couldn’t come out.
So I had this fabulous idea: I could push the memory stick fully into the slot, then when I use something to push it, it’ll be ejected!
WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.
Now it’s SUPER-stuck. Fuck. Computer repair shop, you’ll be earning more money from computer idiots like me… [/edit]
As the title suggests, today I’ve turned into an old 17 year old auntie.
JC student already man, no more fooling around with trivial O levels!
Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday, I really appreciated the effort to message and call… And to those who didnt: PHOOEY. Haha, just kidding.
Shi Xiang’s call was the best man:
SX: HI JULIA, IT’S ME! I’m going to do something really lame…
Me: Hi Shi Xiang. Okay, what?
SX: I’m going to sing you a song!
Me: Huh, why?!
SX: For fun… Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you [insert rest of song + Chinese version] Okay, have a great 17th brithday.
Teng Hui’s call was also damn funny:
Teng: *deep voice* “Hello, may I speak to Sophia please?”
Me: *thinking: Hmm this sounds very much like Teng… And it’s so like Teng to play a prank… But still…* “Uh. No?”
Teng: “HAHA EH JULIA HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
Then I went back to watch Dexter Season 2, which totally sucks by the way. It’s just like Prison Break, Lost and Heroes – it begins to degenerate after season 1. Plus, season 2 of Dexter shows a lot of boobies. Hello, totally unnecessary.
Anyhoo, I met Lizard (who was totally RED hot today ‘cos she was wearing a red dress) and Eunice at Orchard.
They presented the best gift I ever got:
My favorite vegetable in the world man, I eat this like everyday? I was totally anticipating some out-of-the-world gift, because last year’s was orange striped BRA STRAPS. Can’t wait to see what next year’s will be. Pads? Toe nail clippings? Nose hair shaver?
Anyway, I must have accidentally gave the impression that I was upset, because I left for the toilet and didn’t come back for quite some time. They thought I was crying in the toilet, but in actual fact, I was lost and roamed each floor of Paragon to look for a damn toilet. Paragon’s toilet signs are unhelpful and redundant. Haha, sorry guys.
When I got back, surprise! I found Denise (hiding behind a menu), chocolate cake (Damn my chocolate-detox diet, ended up eating 4 slices) and some presents 
Well the picture of the cake is actually in my stupid phone’s memory card, so I leeched a picture off Lizard instead:
Well, thank you so much, everyone, I really appreciated it
Stop making me feel guilty about not doing much on other people’s birthdays >=(
SHATTERED
Just remembered this ridiculous movie I watched with Dee and Lizard last Saturday.
We initially wanted to watch The Kite Runner, though the book was a waste of my Kinokuniya discount voucher *frowns* but I was curious to see how it would be adapted into a movie.
BUT. That wasn’t the crappy movie I was talking about.
The timings for Kite Runner were screwed up, and the other movies were all like, Ah Long, CJ7, Kung Fu Dunk and all the other movies which weren’t worth $10, so we watched…
SHATTERED.
We didn’t know what the movie was about, so we took the risk of spending $10 on it.
I WOULD HAVE PREFERRED AH LONG.
I think what makes a thriller/action film a complete booboo would be if the dramatic scenes, especially the climax, made the audience laugh… Without the intention to create humour.
Here was the climax:
(Pierce Brosnan caught Gerard Butler having an affair with his wife, so they’re punching and rolling on the ground with guns placed conveniently within their reach on the floor)
Pierce Brosnan: But you weren’t just screwing her, were you, you were screwing with ME!!! *punch*
WTF.
That has got to be one of the worst puns in the history of Hollywood. Seriously, I don’t know why Pierce Brosnan and Gerard Butler agreed to this film, and the whole cinema was snorting and laughing away at this scene.
Sigh. Alamak.
The plot was senseless too. Basically this couple (Gerard Butler + some bad actress whose name I forgot) was threatened and robbed by this mysterious man (Pierce Brosnan) for the like the whole day, a la Collateral.
So for 3/4 of the movie, we’re all wondering, why the hell is Pierce Brosnan messing with them? They didn’t do anything wrong.
Big fat twist 1 (which was revealed in the last 20 minutes of the movie): Gerard Butler was having an affair with Pierce Brosnan’s wife, so Pierce was pissed, hence the whole-day-of-hell.
Big fat twist 2 (revealed in the last 3 minutes of the movie): Gerard Butler’s wife was actually collaborating with Pierce Brosnan. She wanted to get back at Gerard Butler because she knew that he was cheating on her.
Major WTF. At the end of the movie, Denise said, “You know, NORMAL people would like, just confront the spouse… Ask for a divorce…” Yes, normal people would. Looks like this character was just plain psycho.
$10…Could buy 5 nice plates of chicken rice 
Oh, and another tip to directors. Please stick to 1 title. On the poster, it said, “SHATTERED” with Pierce Brosnan and Gerard Butler’s faces badly photoshopped on it.
But. When the movie started, the title was: Butterly On a Wheel.
“Do you think we’re watching the right movie?”
“I have a feeling we are… And this isn’t a very good movie.”
:(
Hmm, I didn’t do anything meaningful for the countdown.
I was just kinda watching videos on the laptop until my sister told me it’s the new year over Skype, so I was like, “Oh. Happy new year,” and she was like, “Yah you too,” and I went back to watching videos.
What originally was supposed to be 6 people dwindled down to 3 people [Sarah, Yap Seng and me] today at Aston’s, but it was fine.
Conversation inevitably turned to [censored], as always. Haha, I think if I ever have any questions about [censored], I can always turn to Yap Seng.
Realizing that it was the last time I was ever going to see them [besides the release of O level results] just made me feel so depressed! I never knew that I was going to feel depressed because I always thought that I felt rather apathetic towards TK and my class… But today was like, BAM. I realized that I was really, really going to miss the [censored] conversations with them because I don’t think that I’ll find anyone in SAJC who will be open enough to talk about that kind of stuff with me, especially dudes.
So I was hugging them goodbye, and for a split second I felt totally insane because I didn’t ever want to let them go!
There was this sudden burst of crazy feelings, I can’t quite put my finger on it.
It was the kind of like, I-wanna-hug-you-and-never-let-go-until-I-stop-breathing-and-turn-to-dust-like-Quasimodo-and
-Esmeralda-in-the-Notre-Dame-de-Paris-movie feeling. And I never even had that kind of feeling with my ex-boyfriends.
But of course the hugs only lasted like, 10 seconds, so I was really sad and depressed during the train ride home. I know that I’m not a very important person in their lives because they have their own close friends and I have mine, but I’ll really miss them a lot. Sarah, Amalina, Sue Ann, Teng Hui, Yap Seng, Haniel, I’ll totally miss you people, even if you might not miss me. I didn’t have a huge social life during my secondary 3 and 4 years so I guess it’s pretty safe to name names 
As for the rest of the class and school… Meh.
I’ve been tagging a couple of questions on the SAJC orientaion site but no one is answering them. I need answers, babeh.
Bad Hair Day.
Aiyah what a rubbishy, uncomfortable day.
Sorry for the superficial whining, I am aware that there are currently kids in Africa starving, but sometimes…
1. Bad hair day. I hate bad hair days, because they’re really bad. It goes poofy and shapeless and irritatingly thick when it’s humid.
2. Appealed to ACJC today. I forgot to bring my passport sized photograph. Dad got pissed off and had to drive home and drive back. I asked the guy in charge of the inquiries table whether I could fill out the online form first while waiting for Dad to come back – the guy said that the photograph actually wasn’t that important. So I got my Dad grumpy for nothing.
3. Told Dad that I had to wait for Denise to arrive so that she could give me an A4 sized envelope, which I thought was required. Dad groaned. Got him even more grumpy for nothing because in the end, I didn’t need the envelope anyway. I hate getting my Dad grumpy because he doesn’t seem to understand that I try really hard not to get him grumpy all the time – but somehow I just screw up some details.
4. Bad hair day. ARGH!
5. Got carsick, which is a first. Usually when I see people get carsick, I think that they’re just weird, I mean, how can you feel nauseous from a tamed car ride? But now I understand. Plus, I felt sleepy so I tried to sleep in the car, but I just couldn’t. Sleepy man = Angry man.
6. Met Eunice’s guy friends (Lippy, Gibby and Matty. Okay it’s Lip Men, Gibson and Ming Jun, just trying to make them rhyme), which was rather awkward because they seemed intimidated by us, either that or they were very shy. I don’t really get it, not trying to generalize here, but I thought dudes were more extroverted when it comes to meeting girls. I mean come on la, we’re not aliens.
7. BAD HAIR DAY!!!
8. BAD HAIR DAY!!!
Highlights of the day:
1. Lizard lent me “Mein Kampf” by Adolf Hitler! Yay!
I’m very fed up with people who keep dismissing him, they don’t seem to want to know his point of view after knowing the general fact that he murdered thousands of Jews (Yes, I’m aware of the sinful enormity of it). Murderers and criminals may have done things which earned them their title, but I think we shouldn’t define them or their lives by their mistakes. Imagine having your whole life just being about the one mistake you made, no matter how disastrous the mistake was.
Similarly, I don’t think we should define Hitler by his murders. I mean, he practiced antisemitism, which is we now find despicable. But he had so many supporters, hundreds back then. Why? Don’t you want to know why? Why did he develop this mindset, why did so many people follow him, etc. Why did he do what he did? Murderers have a point of view too, and I think if we want to learn and move on, we have to understand it.
Sometimes when I mention Hitler, some friends would say, “To hell with that guy, I don’t care about him. He killed so many people, blah blah blah.”
Oh my god, just. SHUT. UP.
I’m not saying that I support his killings, I obviously do not. But it happened – it’s history, it’s a fact, and there’s no point in hating a dead guy.
All we can do now is try to understand him, or at least acknowledge his point of view, in order to move on. But obviously some people don’t want to move forward.
Okay.. Sorry, it’s been a long day.
2. I got a nice Republic Poly goodie bag.
3. Going to China (Shanghai) for 7 days! Long story short, I’m happy to go.
Bleh. Bad hair days…
Un-happening Happenings
Okay, my holidays haven’t been as happening as others’.
No jobs, no clubbing, no smoking, etc. I don’t get why everyone’s out there looking for a job, I just feel that it’s too soon.
Usually when people ask me why I don’t have a job, I just say that I’m lazy in order to end the conversation. But it’s pointless to me, actually. I mean, Enjoy the holidays, people! You’ve got the next 40 years to work! What’s the rush?
The most happening thing that happened was discovering my old crush’s blog.
Filled with all sorts of intelligent posts, no less. He even posted an entry in some foreign language which I’m unable to identify. Probably Spanish.
And apparently he speaks Tamil too.
The manner in which he types is poetic too, very prose-like.
Which makes me feel even more wtf-ish, I mean, he even exudes intelligence 10 times more than me in everyday routines! Gah!
Another happening thing that happened was making a huge mistake of watching the movie, Fred Claus.
Every time I watch a stupid movie, I promise myself never to watch those kind of movies again.
But I always give it a chance the next time, and I end up promising myself the same promise again.
Like Doctor Doolittle, Norbit, White Chicks, Dodgeball, Little Man, those crazy movies.
They always involve this “funny” bit – A kick/punch/hit in the nuts, proceeded by a twisted, agonized expression, howling and slumping to the ground.
I don’t get what’s so funny about punching a guy in the nuts. It looks painful. Pain is not funny.
Another thing these movies use for humour is fat people. Or short people. Or any kind of person that doesn’t fit into society’s code of beauty.
It’s funny to see a fat person try to get laid, or a short person punching a tall dude’s nuts.
Oh and these movies use hot girls as sex targets too, totally brings across the message of equality *rock on*
Another mistake I made was watching Beowulf.
Snort. Here’s the most ridiculous scene ever:
[Beowulf is fighting a dragon which is destroying the village. Long story short, after lots of extraordinary, fancy schmancy kung fu moves later, Beowulf managed to hook himself onto the dragon by dangling from a chain tied around the dragon's neck. Aim: Stab the dragon's heart which is located in the neck in order to kill it, duh]
Dragon: *breathes fire onto Beowulf’s wife and mistress, that’s right, MISTRESS. Mistress and wife are pals*
Beowulf: NUUUUUU!
[Beowulf then uses his SWORD (take note of sword) and penetrates the dragon's skin, but the sword can't reach the heart!]
Beowulf: *grunts*
Wife and Mistress: AHHH!
[Beowulf then heroically SLICES OFF HIS ARM, the armour lets him dangle from the chain still, but now he can reach further, see. He swings in. He can't reach!]
Beowulf: *grunts*
[Totally frustrated now, Beowulf chucks away his sword (or maybe the dragon swiped it, I forgot) In one final, desperate attempt...]
Beowulf: I.. *pants* AM.. *pants* BEOWUULLLFFFFF!!
[Despite not being able to reach the heart even with a sword and arm intact, HE MANAGES TO GRAB THE HEART WITH HIS BARE HANDS!]
Dragon: *dies, dissolves into the sea*
Beowulf: *dies. Not sure why. Fatigue maybe?*
Total wtf. He couldn’t reach the heart with a sword and couldn’t even reach it when he sliced off his arm.
AND HE COULD’VE GRABBED IT WITH HIS BARE HANDS ALL ALONG?! The laws of physics simply do not apply here.
Liz, Dee and I were the only ones laughing hysterically at the scene, I couldn’t believe that everyone else looked so serious!
How could you keep a straight face at such a scene?!
There were a bunch of other likewise funny bits in the movie, which weren’t meant to be funny.
Like Beowulf repeating this line, “I.. AM.. BEOWUULLFF!” about 10 times every time he’s about to face an enemy. K, I know who you are, thanks.
Another important discovery I made was that a building actually needs 4 Starbucks outlets.
In one tower alone, Suntec City has 4 Starbucks outlets! Plus other cafes as well!
Is walking one level up or down too much of a hassle to get coffee? Apparently so.
Starbucks is ridiculously overpriced too. Ridiculously. Sorry, I’m a Starbucks noob, I haven’t been there often. But I don’t need to be a frequent customer to know that it’s ridiculous when the price of one small Mango juice is equivalent to one small Ice Chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate chips included.
Mango Juice = Ice Chocolate + Whipped cream + chocolates chips?!
I don’t mean to be a stickler for prices, but is that insane or what?
And don’t give me all the “Oh ‘cos it’s ice blended and the mangoes were grown in the fertile, bountiful soil of sunny Hawaii…”, come on. Mango juice is mango juice.
Whatever, maybe I’m not posh enough to appreciate ridiculously overpriced drinks.
I think my own self-brewed hot Milo is good enough for me.
Speaking of which, yummy! Milo time!
Irony.
Okay, I’ve really been neglecting my blog… But O LEVELS ARE OVER! HURRAH!
The only reason why I’m blogging now is because I just remembered this hilarious thing.
Lizard and I went to a JC open house open some time ago.
We had to travel to some unknown part of Singapore. “This place is so damn ulu,” I kept saying.
But then I thought, oh well it’s only foreign to us, it’s probably just a normal neighbourhood.
But lo and behold! The neighbourhood certainly lent its name to the word ‘ulu’.
In the shuttle bus, we drove by this church. A huge banner was stretched across the fence and the title said said,
“GODLY SEX AND SEXUAL INTERCOURSE.”
And on the other side of the church, another banner was stretched across the fence:
“CHILDCARE CENTER.”
“Oh my God, we really are in an ulu place,” I groaned.
Ironic much?
This banner poses many questions, like
What makes sex Godly?
There’s such a thing as Godly sex?
Is normal sex un-Godly? Wow. A world of questions.
A childcare center too!
Can you imagine a sex seminar being held while the children are playing in the next room?
Too bad I didn’t take pictures…
300
I’ve learned my lesson about sneaking in into M18 movies.
There’s a reason why a rating is there in the first place, M18 = NUDITY.
Call me immature or conservative or asexual, but I feel really uncomfortable when I see women’s boobs filling up the screen, especially when men or my guy friends are watching the same scene. Doesn’t it feel awkward that you’re watching a scene where a person of your gender is flaunting her/his stuff while the other gender’s watching? -Shiver-
The movie was 300. If it weren’t for the boobs and degrading of women by making them offer sex to men by showing off their boobs [I'm not too sure about the latter though, because I shielded my eyes once boobies came to view, and I heard funny noises. Funny noises! Ahh!], maybe I would’ve liked it more. But boobies didn’t take up most of the movie, so thank goodness.
I wonder why women boobs are always shown, but male genitals aren’t.
Not that I would want to see, but…
It also makes me uncomfortable when I watch actors have sex in a movie. Practically every movie contains sex, sometimes I think the producers just say, “Hmm. Let ‘em do sex. Let’s just smack a love making scene there so the element of ‘love’ is inside. That’ll make the protagonist macho AND loving. Bingo.” It’s to the point where the sex scene means nothing, it’s there for commercial purposes.
Such as The Island. RIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE, the girl and the guy did it. Like, boom. No gradual flirting, no suggestive body language, etc. The sex scene was so contrived!
That’s why I think the greatest movies are the movies which don’t follow the typical plot line of 1) Protagonist is macho, has an identity crisis, and says, “Who am I?” 2) Some gorgeous girl must be involved, 3) have sex, 4) hero wins and marries gorgeous girl.
I don’t have a problem with sex, but I have a problem with watching people have sex.
Okay, digression regarding unmentionables aside.
Back to 300. It’s a pretty awesome movie, I think. I was pleased to find out that my friend and I share equal dislike for Ong Sor Fern, a journalist who wrote a disapproving review of 300. In fact, she wrote disapproving reviews of every movie I’ve liked, and her flowery language is just fluff with no substance.
My friend said, “Yeah, everyone liked 300. Except Ong. Sor. Fern. That woman ah, she only likes those girly girly romance movies. Sheesh.” Damn right.
Anyhoo, once again like the Ghost Rider, I think the script needed a bit of work while the visual effects were A-W-E-S-O-M-E.
The Spartans’ accents jumped all over the place. Gerard Butler (Leonidas) sounded Scottish, David Wenham (Dilios) sounded Australian, Andrew Tiernan (Ephialtes) sounded English. Yet they’re Spartans, they’re not meant to speak English in the first place hahaha. Plus, the Chinese warriors spoke some English too. Teehee. I guess I’d expected their language to be more grand and olden, it sounded a little too modern sometimes for me.
There was one scene where Leonidas climbed a heath to visit the 3 oracles in order to gain the blessing of the Gods for his war plan. Either 3 or 4 oracles, I’m not too sure because they looked the same.The scene totally reminded me of Macbeth. A heath. 3 or 4 monstrous, non-human figures. The figure said, “We’d been expecting you.”. Ring any bells?
The gore didn’t bother me too much. There is a lot of stabbing and blood though. I was, in fact, mystified that the pints of blood spurted out of the victims vanished in mid-air. There was no blood spilled on the ground, despite the massive Golgotha.
Also, there was one scene where a huge ass Nathan-Jones-Lookalike monster started killing everyone, and he was totally indestructible.
Got stabbed in the arm, he pulls the sword out.
Got stabbed the neck, he pulls sword out.
Got stabbed the EYE, he pulls sword out. [My face went into "Wtf" mode at this one]
Finally, Leonidas got fed-up with the monster’s apparent invincibility and sliced off the head. I was like, “YES!”
I was also really looking forward to seeing Xerxes [Guy in golden Speedos in the picture below] in action. However, his eye makeup made him look girly and his voice sounded, purposely I suppose, Godly. Like Darth Vader sort of Godly. But he looked awesome anyway, like this:
Awesome picture, even though he’s practically naked in golden Speedos and funky gold piercings.
Ghost Rider
You know that you’ve just wasted $8 on a ridiculous movie when one of the bad guy’s dramatic quotes are, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I have sinned… A LOT!” then grins his evil smile and attacks a priest. Especially when it’s meant to be serious.
Sigh, Ghost Rider. Sigh, sigh, sigh. The trailers deceive you with awesome special effects. Especially the scene where the scene froze into a Matrix moment and the ghost rider swung his chain, hooked it onto some invisible thing on the vertical side of the building and pulled himself and the motorcycle down the wall. Awesome! Unfortunately only cool scenes were involved and proper dialogue was absent.
Seriously lah. Just look at the quotes which were incredulous enough to be stuck in my memory:
“YOU…… GUILTY.”
“YOU…… INNOCENT.”
That sort of Hulk-like language, as if his mental capacity and speaking ability decreased when he transforms into Ghost Rider.
Ghost Rider = Brauns, No brains.
“Hey, dirt bag.”
As I said, mental capacity decreased.. Come up with better insults man! Only 5 year olds call bullies “dirt bag”. You are THE Ghost Rider, despite the PG rating..
Devil’s Son: “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned…”
*whirls around to face camera and grins menacingly*
“I have sinned.. A LOT!” *cackles and kills priest*
What the fuck.
Robber: Please! Have mercy!
Ghost Rider: Sorry. All out of mercy! *kills robber with fiery eyes*
Oozes so much cheesiness that it builds up a calcium stone in my bladder.
“Nice jacket… Reeaall nice.”
It was meant to be an audience-enticing, clever retort when one of the gangsters attempted to beat Ghost Rider up after guffawing at him, “Nice jacket man,” and tried to steal his jacket. After Ghost Rider killed him, he grinned evilly and droned out that quote. Needless to say, my face was in “What the hell” mode.
“You’re pissing me off!”
Great way to express your feelings of annoyance, Ghost Ridah.
“I will use this curse… Against you.” *points menacingly*
ZOMG, Ghost Rider defies the Devil! Ghost Rider PWNZz dah Devil!
And many, many, many more. I suppose the movie was unbalanced – they used the special effects to make up for the lack of quality in the script.
But you can’t get past me man. Despite the really awesome visual effects, the script was too ridiculous to ignore.
Next issue: The actors. It was irking to see Nicholas Cage make out with Eva Mendes, oh I don’t know.. I think.. Because he looks like he’s twice her age even though they’re meant to be of the same age?! Lizard and I were squirming in our seats when we watched that scene. The chills still remain.
During the first part of the movie, a young Johnny Blaze (Ghost Rider) is seen making a deal with the Devil. That actor resembled bloody Tom-Look-At-ME!-Cruise, not Nicholas-Hunk-Cage. Also, Nicholas Cage seemed so awkward as Ghost Rider. Perhaps after transforming into Ghost Rider, he’s gotta put on a tough, Hulk-ish persona, so he walked like a gorilla and flexed his muscles like a jock. Words cannot express how awkward it was too see Nicholas Cage’s body moving like Hulk with a flaming skull simply plastered over his face.
Moving onto Eva Mendes. Nothing to say, except that for some unexplainable reason, I don’t like girls with moles consuming their faces and that she owned not a single blouse which she can button all the way to the top. Seriously, her boobs overflowed out of the blouse in a porn kind of way, which was probably her only contribution for the male viewers to the movie. If you’re interested in boobies, check out Ghost Rider.
Also, clearly the entire movie cast didn’t pay attention during science practicals. When the Ghost Rider’s orange flaming skull “cooled” upon seeing his loved one Eg. Roxanne (Eva), the orange flames turned blue. Holy shit!
On the other hand, there were some bright points. This is one of the few action movies which don’t involve cars/buildings/people blowing up (Cars blowing up are stupid. After taking a few gunshots to the TYRES, the enemy’s car usually instantly blows up into fiery flames, while even after taking several shots to the car body, windows and tyres, the protagonist’s car always gets away unscathed) and the scene where the motorcycle transformed into a fiery motorcycle from hell was awesome.
The antagonists looked terrific. Okay, maybe the Devil’s son looks a little too Jake-Gyllenhaal-ish, but his comrades make up for it. The demon which represented water was my favourite. When he made his first appearance in the movie, he seeped up from a puddle of goo and wiped OFF his eye, which promptly grew back again. Except the way he died.. Ghost Rider simply scared him to death and lit him up with fire underwater
It would probably also help Nicholas Cage if he didn’t look as if he splashed some tabasco sauce into his mouth while transforming into Ghost Rider.
It would probably also help if he wasn’t laughing during the painful process.
Dum Dee Dum
[20.10.06]
Really lazy today. So this post will seem disjointed.
I woke up this morning only to find a big fat mosquito bite on my face. Not to mention my arms and legs as well. I don’t get it, how can one tiny mosquito put away 8 bites worth of blood? I hope its greedy little stomach has already burst from excessive blood. And if it hasn’t, well mosquito, you’ve just messed with the wrong person, because I’m armed with Baygon and determination to confirm your extinction! Diiieee *spray spray*
This is why I skipped school today, and this is also a good reason why I should open my windows more often.
Okay not really, the mosquito bites were just a coincidence.
Went out with Dee today as I realised that no one was online because they were in school. Hah suckers.
She’s right, for some weird reason, we feel so meh and blah even though examinations are over. It doesn’t feel very enthralling, don’t know why. *unhappy face*
We gossiped here, gossiped there, criticise that manga here, laugh at that manga there, etc. Yay, I love Dee.
So there’s this big hoohaa about the Q&A session between councillors and students.. Needless to say, it was a failure. Everyone has their own personal problem with the councillors. Personally, there’re a few councillors whom I dislike because they seem to be too brainwashed by the bossy bug, other councillors are alright. I’m not even talking about leading a group, they act as though they own the world.
Also, there’re times when they take the initiative to take up the role as leader in any situation given, merely armed with the reason, “Because we’re councillors wad.” Yes yes, I know the politically correct answer to my bitter statement would be that councillors are trained to lead thus they must lead blah blah shit. But you know what? It just annoys the hell out of everybody, obligation to lead or not.
Especially the New Zealand trip last year, boy I still can’t get over it. One of the councillors who spoke during the assembly had spoken to me on the plane back to Singapore as if I was some kind of shithead who did not deserve to be seen by her precious eyeballs. Another smug councillor had spoken to me as if I was a 5 year old kid who should obey her orders. Order me to do a task if it is necessary, but don’t speak as though I’m a servant or a kid who is unable to identify my mistakes. If you claim that your heart and moral status is equivilent to the student population’s, then why’re you treating me as though you hold high authority over me?
Plus, that smug councillor lies about her artwork too.
Anyone who lies about art or her/his artwork is immediately in my black list. Or my “Please Die” list. Okay, that’s mean.
The thing is, some councillors get so caught up in the power that they posses in school, that they assume that this power still applies to the outside world. It does not. So don’t speak to me like I’m a piece of shit, otherwise I’ll bitch about you right here.
Anyway, note that this only applies to a small minority of councillors whom I’d encountered.
Whatever anyway. I think this dialogue session caused more friction than bridging the gap. Plus, every school will always have councillors who’re hated by the student population. So just let it be! I know so because The Beatles told me. *Let it beee Let it be! Oh let it beee, let it be!…*
Anyhoos.
Here’re some glamorous photos!
Some gold is lurking around in Yong Quan’s D&T file man, here’s some pictures that he drew.
Eddie Guerrero!
Whoohoo, The Rock.
Erm.. Dragonball I think? Who cares, it just looks good.
His D&T file! Awesome.
The back of his D&T file.
I’m just drooling all over his file.
And here’s a totally glam photo of Haniel, courtesy of Sarah’s fantastic phototaking skills:
Last but not least…
JUDE LAW!
I know this is the first time I’m drooling over a dude, but he’s too handsome, I can’t take it man.
When I look into his eyes, I just drown! BAH.
I watched all those stupid, retarded movies he starred in like Cold Mountain, A Series of Unfortunate Events and Alfie just to see him. Hell, even my wallet’s design is based on Alfie, so I kind of have his face printed on my wallet. I didn’t even know it was “Jude Law’s” face printed on the wallet when I bought it though, I just realised! Awesomeness.
Okay I’m turning bimbo.
It’s a good and efficient way to check your sexuality preferances anyway. Not a lesbian? Check.