Okay hi so I decided I shall stop dota-ing for just this one brief moment in time to blog since I realize I haven't done so in ages. No particular reason for this, and a lack of free time definitely isn't the culprit this time, as I have more on my hands than I can be counted upon to handle. Cue DotA and... No, that's just it. Almost nothing else at all, except for work ofc but surely no one wants to hear about something as boring as that.
I must express here my heartfelt gratitude to one Zili for accompanying me to my comms ball, and enduring my most ungentlemanly behavior! I can all too clearly imagine myself instead date-less and most desperate, having to undergo excruciating humiliation and social embarrassment as I canvass my phone contacts/facebook/friendster for someone to ask.
Quite a bit has happened the past few weeks, and it would be unwise for me to try to type them all out especially given the time now and also the time I am supposed to wake up. I wouldn't want to miss breakfast/touch!
So. Lately I've watched Your Highness, Harry Potter 7-2, and Let Me In. In wildly different circumstances. HP7 in Gold Class which was rather too grand (read: expensive) to do often. Your Highness in the tiniest cinema and on the tiniest screen eva, at Lido, which I thought had just renovated no? And still the screen size.. Let Me In was on Funshion on HD which would be brilliant if my laptop had a screen 42 inches wide, but sadly no.
I had to watch Your Highness if only because it features both Natalie Portman and Zooey Deschanel, and since I'm fanboi92 I can't really help myself and my fierce loyalty. I expected the show to be silly and boy was I right! It's pretty funny and the show wasn't bad, but some of the jokes were cringeworthy indeed.
Let Me In I watched because of Cloe Grace Moretz, the girl who put the kickass in Kick-Ass as Hit Girl. It was quite good I think, but perhaps the pacing could have been a little faster. It raises some interesting questions about the nature of evil, comparing her with the bullies.
I watched the trailers for Captain America and it looks good doesn't it! Also Brighton Rock, which seems at least somewhat interesting. I also wanted to watch Elegy but haven't had the chance to do so yet. Sir Ben Kingsley and Penelope Cruz, hopefully in HD on funshion!
Anw I have discovered recently just how disappointing I am. Not disappointed, no, just disappointing. Every time there are those who expect so much more from me, but I fail them at every turn. It is quite sobering. My indifference might shield me from disappointment, but it certainly does not lessen the effect it has on those who care. A whole life of almosts, and I don't seem to care. Sigh.
So. I'm on Bleak House right now, but unfortunately it is not the kind of book you'd sit yourself down into your chair to read for hours on end. It is quite a good read, just not terribly absorbing. Although nothing for sure can beat How Late It Was, How Late in terms of sheer difficultness. I think I spent more than a month on that book, even with the "luxury" or weekends in camp to attempt to finish it.
Charles Dickens is pretty good though, the book being not at all what I expected. Here's a line "(He had) such a delicate sentiment for what was beautiful or tender that (he could have won my heart)" Something along those lines, with the stuff in brackets being probably wrong as I cannot recall with precision what the exact line was. Maybe I will attack Great Expectations and et cetera with more gusto now that I have a bit of experience with him.
Which brings to mind, as I am speaking of a famous writer, of the book I bought at Litteredwithbooks, which is the most delightful of bookshops you could ever expect to find, which is by Ernest Hemingway. I shall read it and then decide on whether I should read the others by him, most significantly For Whom The Bell Tolls, which is famous enough for word of it to have reached my ears.
And before that was Truman Capote with his excellent short stories, so I will probably seek out more books of his. I always find it is so much easier to hunt for reads according to authors. I am always stymied when people ask me how I know what books to read cause I really don't know. I think it's just little nuggets of information that get stuck in your head like when you read of a certain author, or of certain books that are deemed to be "Dazzling", "Wonderful", "The best novel of the 20th century" etc etc. And I have no idea, too, what genres of books I read.
Oh yes I forgot to mention Never Let Me Go. I can't imagine how a movie can be made of the book, whatwith all the unspoken emotion and silent sadness of it all. I can imagine Carey Mulligan in it though, and I assume Keira Knightley was Ruth. It'd be way weird if it were the other way around wouldn't it! I will also read his other books, like Nocturnes and Remains of the Day, if I could only finish the stack I already have. Close to 30 unread books sitting on my shelf now, plizz someone stop me from teh dota.
Okay I have nothing much else I wish to add, and I do really need to sleep so have a good to-night!
Saturday, 23 July 2011
Saturday, 2 July 2011
Crumpled Letters To Lovers Non-Existent.
Why hellooo. I'm just home from a whole friday afternoon out, so that must indicate to you my overwhelming glee. Whoever heard of a friday afternoon spent not in camp! Fabulous. I finally made my suit (I'd better look damned charming in it HAHA) and I shall assess the result next week. Watched Transformers 3 quite by accident, apparently my friend wanted me to buy X-Men instead but whoops!
This is one of the rare times I've watched a movie without having seen its prequels, cause I really hate doing that. Like with the upcoming HP7-2. Simplay can't stand not having things done sequentially haha! But since I've broken my duck perhaps I shan't be such a prude anymore. Wall Street 2 etc beckon. Stuff like Kung Fu Panda 2 (too. lousy pun)
Okay the next thing to note of my day was that I stepped into PageOne. Mistake leh srsly. At the first display, I spotted 3 books that seemed worthy of note, and I was quite itching to whip out my wallet there and then. If I hadn't paid the deposit for the suit I'd probably have done it too, but my poverty stayed my hand. Butttt, I saw Breakfast At Tiffany's and since my sister only just mentioned last week that she was thinking of buying it, I did. Seems like a steal, since it comes with 3 other stories too! But so potentially upsetting, because of the paradox of choice. They offered 3/4 different covers and I had to pick whichever of them I thought my sister would like the best. Maybe I should have picked the one which actually had Audrey Hepburn on the cover sigh.
Anyway I've alr begun reading it cause I surely hope to finish it before giving it to my sister! Haha quite cheapo actually, but I'm sure she'd understand. Anw it is literarily quite good, no wonder Capote is so famous. Maybe I shall buy In Cold Blood, I think it's one of those cheapcheap slim small Penguin Modern Classics. I must say that Miss Holiday isn't at all what I expected, probably cause I expected sth conventional from a classic story/film while her charm lies in the completely opposite direction.
"It may be normal, darling; but I'd rather be natural."
While we're on the topic of books, I also wish to add, quite happily, that most of my other books have arrived too! I'm not sure what I'm short of actually, I think they might be 2 or 3 books by Milan Kundera. So I didn't know I was expecting another 3 by Murakami, I thought the first wave brought most of them. Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman - Underground. That makes a total of 11 books by him that I ordered. Sometimes I can't believe myself. But I am quite happy with myself.
Milan Kundera's Immortality, Jonathan Safran-Foer's Everything Is Illuminated at long last, and Ian McEwan's Amsterdam and Solar. I read about him in a story about some guy who didn't like fiction until he read Ian McEwan or sth like that, and somehow that stuck with me so I decided to give it a shot. The Elegance of the Hedgehog and Sarah's Key I bought rather whimsically, just because I read the blurbs. Then there's Crime and Punishment and The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes which were about US$3 apiece, so I thought what the heck right?
Also my uncle also gave me a book titled A Civil Action (which starred John Travolta in the movie adaptation) as a gift. I'm really quite surprised and deeply appreciative of the support my relatives have shown me. So okay I'm done with harping about my books, which incidentally would now take abt 5 lifetimes to complete instead of only 2.
Today also I went to Commonwealth for dinner, quite by accident. I'd wanted to check out litteredwithbooks but I took the MRT from outram the wrong direction, so I decided not to switch trains and got off at Commonwealth for a lookabout. I don't think I've ever been there, at least not for any substantial length of time. Had curry rice which was nice (not initially intended to rhyme) so it was quite pleasant. Wanted to try some gourmet pastry or sth but I had no more money left in my wallet so I had to forsake it. Seemed terribly interesting, or just very gimmicky.
You know how people always say "Don't look back", today I learnt the folly of those ways. I walked through a market (you know those double sided stalls) and following that adage, I didn't look back, so it was only on my return journey that I saw the tauhuey stall, and it looked good. Triple sigh. Nothing can beat a good tauhuey srsly.
I wanted to donate blood tmr but I remembered that I was coughing. They'd ask me if I was unwell/taken medicine recently and I couldn't lie to them, it'd be heinous. Imagine inheriting a cough from a donor you don't even know, you'd have no one to blame. And since you're receiving blood transfusion you're probably already in a weakened state and the cough might just be the trigger and you'd die, and then you wouldn't be able to blame anyone or anything at all cause you'd be dead. Hexasigh.
I'll probably go check out litteredwithbooks tmr, or booksactually, since I've got nothing on in the morning. RWS after, which is quite the exciting event, esp since I've never even gone near the place! In fact, today was the first time I took a halfway decent look at it, from the roof of Vivocity haha. The only other time was while on a bus on some highway, and I only saw the roof of some colourful castle or sth. Unbelievable, given the number of times we've seen the other side of sentosa from the sea.
I think my memory is failing me leh. I keep half-thinking things and forgetting where they're from. Like I'm thinking of this desciption of a guy as "papier mache" which isn't common at all, but I forgot where it was from. I just remembered it though haha, and it's from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. I shall have to try reading it sometime, along with Lord of the Flies, William Golding I think? And that one by the japanese author about some schoolkids or sth, if I could only remember what it was called.
Okay so I have still yet to watch X-men, which I can hopefully remedy soon, and hopefully I can also catch Your Highness in the cinemas. I think I might watch Garden State for my next movie, or maybe The Social Network or it wouldn't be fair to that poor movie haha.
Should I try reading The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe? My sister bought that a few years back but none of us have ever hazarded an attempt haha. The plastic covering is still intact actually. I know he wrote "Blackbird" or sth of that ilk, which sounded pretty interesting, but I'm not sure how prepared I am for poetry haha!
Actually I've wanted to watch Chicago for a very long time now, because everytime I think about it I wonder why exactly I haven't so far. If I could only make time to watch shows instead of DotA!
Heh not to worry actually, I will theoretically have loads of free time very soon! What an agonizing wait srsly and the agony is real. My poor aching arm! Never knew parade was such a pain :'(
If you should ever look back, walk on. We all look back, don't we? But we cannot stop.
Hmmmmmmm okay fine I shall end here. Ta.
This is one of the rare times I've watched a movie without having seen its prequels, cause I really hate doing that. Like with the upcoming HP7-2. Simplay can't stand not having things done sequentially haha! But since I've broken my duck perhaps I shan't be such a prude anymore. Wall Street 2 etc beckon. Stuff like Kung Fu Panda 2 (too. lousy pun)
Okay the next thing to note of my day was that I stepped into PageOne. Mistake leh srsly. At the first display, I spotted 3 books that seemed worthy of note, and I was quite itching to whip out my wallet there and then. If I hadn't paid the deposit for the suit I'd probably have done it too, but my poverty stayed my hand. Butttt, I saw Breakfast At Tiffany's and since my sister only just mentioned last week that she was thinking of buying it, I did. Seems like a steal, since it comes with 3 other stories too! But so potentially upsetting, because of the paradox of choice. They offered 3/4 different covers and I had to pick whichever of them I thought my sister would like the best. Maybe I should have picked the one which actually had Audrey Hepburn on the cover sigh.
Anyway I've alr begun reading it cause I surely hope to finish it before giving it to my sister! Haha quite cheapo actually, but I'm sure she'd understand. Anw it is literarily quite good, no wonder Capote is so famous. Maybe I shall buy In Cold Blood, I think it's one of those cheapcheap slim small Penguin Modern Classics. I must say that Miss Holiday isn't at all what I expected, probably cause I expected sth conventional from a classic story/film while her charm lies in the completely opposite direction.
"It may be normal, darling; but I'd rather be natural."
While we're on the topic of books, I also wish to add, quite happily, that most of my other books have arrived too! I'm not sure what I'm short of actually, I think they might be 2 or 3 books by Milan Kundera. So I didn't know I was expecting another 3 by Murakami, I thought the first wave brought most of them. Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman - Underground. That makes a total of 11 books by him that I ordered. Sometimes I can't believe myself. But I am quite happy with myself.
Milan Kundera's Immortality, Jonathan Safran-Foer's Everything Is Illuminated at long last, and Ian McEwan's Amsterdam and Solar. I read about him in a story about some guy who didn't like fiction until he read Ian McEwan or sth like that, and somehow that stuck with me so I decided to give it a shot. The Elegance of the Hedgehog and Sarah's Key I bought rather whimsically, just because I read the blurbs. Then there's Crime and Punishment and The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes which were about US$3 apiece, so I thought what the heck right?
Also my uncle also gave me a book titled A Civil Action (which starred John Travolta in the movie adaptation) as a gift. I'm really quite surprised and deeply appreciative of the support my relatives have shown me. So okay I'm done with harping about my books, which incidentally would now take abt 5 lifetimes to complete instead of only 2.
Today also I went to Commonwealth for dinner, quite by accident. I'd wanted to check out litteredwithbooks but I took the MRT from outram the wrong direction, so I decided not to switch trains and got off at Commonwealth for a lookabout. I don't think I've ever been there, at least not for any substantial length of time. Had curry rice which was nice (not initially intended to rhyme) so it was quite pleasant. Wanted to try some gourmet pastry or sth but I had no more money left in my wallet so I had to forsake it. Seemed terribly interesting, or just very gimmicky.
You know how people always say "Don't look back", today I learnt the folly of those ways. I walked through a market (you know those double sided stalls) and following that adage, I didn't look back, so it was only on my return journey that I saw the tauhuey stall, and it looked good. Triple sigh. Nothing can beat a good tauhuey srsly.
I wanted to donate blood tmr but I remembered that I was coughing. They'd ask me if I was unwell/taken medicine recently and I couldn't lie to them, it'd be heinous. Imagine inheriting a cough from a donor you don't even know, you'd have no one to blame. And since you're receiving blood transfusion you're probably already in a weakened state and the cough might just be the trigger and you'd die, and then you wouldn't be able to blame anyone or anything at all cause you'd be dead. Hexasigh.
I'll probably go check out litteredwithbooks tmr, or booksactually, since I've got nothing on in the morning. RWS after, which is quite the exciting event, esp since I've never even gone near the place! In fact, today was the first time I took a halfway decent look at it, from the roof of Vivocity haha. The only other time was while on a bus on some highway, and I only saw the roof of some colourful castle or sth. Unbelievable, given the number of times we've seen the other side of sentosa from the sea.
I think my memory is failing me leh. I keep half-thinking things and forgetting where they're from. Like I'm thinking of this desciption of a guy as "papier mache" which isn't common at all, but I forgot where it was from. I just remembered it though haha, and it's from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. I shall have to try reading it sometime, along with Lord of the Flies, William Golding I think? And that one by the japanese author about some schoolkids or sth, if I could only remember what it was called.
Okay so I have still yet to watch X-men, which I can hopefully remedy soon, and hopefully I can also catch Your Highness in the cinemas. I think I might watch Garden State for my next movie, or maybe The Social Network or it wouldn't be fair to that poor movie haha.
Should I try reading The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe? My sister bought that a few years back but none of us have ever hazarded an attempt haha. The plastic covering is still intact actually. I know he wrote "Blackbird" or sth of that ilk, which sounded pretty interesting, but I'm not sure how prepared I am for poetry haha!
Actually I've wanted to watch Chicago for a very long time now, because everytime I think about it I wonder why exactly I haven't so far. If I could only make time to watch shows instead of DotA!
Heh not to worry actually, I will theoretically have loads of free time very soon! What an agonizing wait srsly and the agony is real. My poor aching arm! Never knew parade was such a pain :'(
If you should ever look back, walk on. We all look back, don't we? But we cannot stop.
Hmmmmmmm okay fine I shall end here. Ta.
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
You Won't Find Happiness Here.
My internet is so pissful now. Can't load anything and I am srsly quite piqued. So I'm only able to type this cause I'm home cause I'm sick cause of a cough virus. Hehe. We returned our laptops in camp alr, so that explains why I can't otherwise do it in camp (and also explains why I decided to succumb to the virus :) Call me Chaokeng Chuan. Life is so boring without a laptop in camp haha. Almost done with How Late, so only 3 more titles left in camp!
BUT! And here is the awesome best brilliant part.. My books from bookdepository have arrived! Whoahaha. 10 of them, that is. I don't know how many that leaves, probably another 13 yet to arrive? Idk how they send it, but all 10 I received were from only Milan Kundera and Haruki Murakami. 2 of the former, and 8 from the latter! I am srsly spoilt for choice now, and I don't know what to start with!
And there are a few books in my sister's collection I want to read too :/ There's Lolita, Candy Girl (by Diablo Cody, Juno if I'm not wrong), The Lovely Bones, The God Of Small Things, The Virgin Suicides (loved the movie), Angela's Ashes (maybe, seems a little boring though :/), Cities On The Plain (also maybe, also maybe boring, but by Cormac McCarthy that's why maybe), Notes On A Scandal (wanted to watch the movie), and The Constant Gardener (also want to watch, Ralph Fiennes with a nose! Think: Voldemort if you don't know what I'm talking about.)
Okay so maybe a bit more than a few books. Sigh. And Kafka On The Shore and Wind-Up Bird Chronicle are bloody monsters too, so bledy thick. I'll take about 2 lifetimes to finish all these books sigh. And my sister apparently wants to bring some of my books over to Melbourne so I'll have to finish off those books first haha! A wealth of options available to me, the good life.
I shall have to shop for a backpack now. Idk 50 litres or what la, maybe I just stop by somewhere to take a look. I have a very elaborate plan to travel to Australia then China now. Okay, "plan" is overstating it, I have an inkling of the silhouette of an idea of what to do. The last great missing piece of the puzzle is $$.
Apparently also, my parents are gonna buy me a new bookshelf! Yey. I think I shall keep my old one to store all the paraphernalia I've accrued over the years (and hopefully continue to, esp with an overseas adventure lined up!) Shall reconfigure the room I think, even though I think the current set-up is brilliant. It isn't even getting stale yet (probably because of how awesome it is) but I think change will do us good! Should change it to a single person room now, or it'd be such a waste, poor brother.
I spent all my time sick at home playing dota actually, which srsly is really an idiotic thing to do. Terrible. In my defence it must be said, if I weren't to bledy good at it I wouldn't play it so much! Hahaha what a non-defence. But srsly. After every game I think, wow I was goood! and decide to throw my hat into the ring one more time. And one more time. And and and and. What an idoit. I've decided to give it up sometime soon. Just not now... not yet :)
Since we're on the subject. Perhaps there are some things that we just must give up. All the signs point to it being a pointless venture, an exercise in futility, to your giving up. But still.. Some things you just cannot give up, you know? You cannot bear to. Even when you tell yourself to, you try to convince yourself to, you just cannot seem to, and what do you do then? Damn the things that are irresistible and unattainable. What do you do now dy?
It's just some things seem to promise so much, so much more. And the only option left to you is the one you refuse to take. Some things are worth fighting for. Well.
Anw Flipped was such a pleasant movie. I expected it to be funnier, cause it was under the comedy section, but even though it wasn't exactly laugh-out-loud funny I found it very enjoyable. A warm and fuzzy story of young love! So hard to find such a pure and innocent movie now, dontcha think. Everything set against a backdrop of sex and sin and vulgar violence. Or political. Ohwells.
You were meant to leave for so much more. I thought of that while listening to Switchfoot, and who knows, perhaps it rings true.
BUT! And here is the awesome best brilliant part.. My books from bookdepository have arrived! Whoahaha. 10 of them, that is. I don't know how many that leaves, probably another 13 yet to arrive? Idk how they send it, but all 10 I received were from only Milan Kundera and Haruki Murakami. 2 of the former, and 8 from the latter! I am srsly spoilt for choice now, and I don't know what to start with!
And there are a few books in my sister's collection I want to read too :/ There's Lolita, Candy Girl (by Diablo Cody, Juno if I'm not wrong), The Lovely Bones, The God Of Small Things, The Virgin Suicides (loved the movie), Angela's Ashes (maybe, seems a little boring though :/), Cities On The Plain (also maybe, also maybe boring, but by Cormac McCarthy that's why maybe), Notes On A Scandal (wanted to watch the movie), and The Constant Gardener (also want to watch, Ralph Fiennes with a nose! Think: Voldemort if you don't know what I'm talking about.)
Okay so maybe a bit more than a few books. Sigh. And Kafka On The Shore and Wind-Up Bird Chronicle are bloody monsters too, so bledy thick. I'll take about 2 lifetimes to finish all these books sigh. And my sister apparently wants to bring some of my books over to Melbourne so I'll have to finish off those books first haha! A wealth of options available to me, the good life.
I shall have to shop for a backpack now. Idk 50 litres or what la, maybe I just stop by somewhere to take a look. I have a very elaborate plan to travel to Australia then China now. Okay, "plan" is overstating it, I have an inkling of the silhouette of an idea of what to do. The last great missing piece of the puzzle is $$.
Apparently also, my parents are gonna buy me a new bookshelf! Yey. I think I shall keep my old one to store all the paraphernalia I've accrued over the years (and hopefully continue to, esp with an overseas adventure lined up!) Shall reconfigure the room I think, even though I think the current set-up is brilliant. It isn't even getting stale yet (probably because of how awesome it is) but I think change will do us good! Should change it to a single person room now, or it'd be such a waste, poor brother.
I spent all my time sick at home playing dota actually, which srsly is really an idiotic thing to do. Terrible. In my defence it must be said, if I weren't to bledy good at it I wouldn't play it so much! Hahaha what a non-defence. But srsly. After every game I think, wow I was goood! and decide to throw my hat into the ring one more time. And one more time. And and and and. What an idoit. I've decided to give it up sometime soon. Just not now... not yet :)
Since we're on the subject. Perhaps there are some things that we just must give up. All the signs point to it being a pointless venture, an exercise in futility, to your giving up. But still.. Some things you just cannot give up, you know? You cannot bear to. Even when you tell yourself to, you try to convince yourself to, you just cannot seem to, and what do you do then? Damn the things that are irresistible and unattainable. What do you do now dy?
It's just some things seem to promise so much, so much more. And the only option left to you is the one you refuse to take. Some things are worth fighting for. Well.
Anw Flipped was such a pleasant movie. I expected it to be funnier, cause it was under the comedy section, but even though it wasn't exactly laugh-out-loud funny I found it very enjoyable. A warm and fuzzy story of young love! So hard to find such a pure and innocent movie now, dontcha think. Everything set against a backdrop of sex and sin and vulgar violence. Or political. Ohwells.
You were meant to leave for so much more. I thought of that while listening to Switchfoot, and who knows, perhaps it rings true.
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
557 Steps.
557 steps. That is the number of steps he takes to reach the train
station. 23 minutes. That is the time the 7:20 train takes to reach his
workplace. Monday to Friday, everyday without fail, that is what he
does. That is what he has done for the past 20 years. Like clockwork,
557 steps, 23 minutes, the 7:20 train, 8-5 daily. Nothing changes.
He does not take sick very often, and when he does he informs his boss promptly. He never causes a fuss. His boss likes him, and so do his colleagues. Nobody ever says that it might be due to his lack of ambition. He is perfectly content where he is, and they are perfectly content to let him stay where he is.
He has a wife waiting for him when he reaches home at 5:43pm everyday. She welcomes him with a "You're back" and dinner. After dinner he settles down to watch the television, while she clears the dishes. Sometimes when she is done, she joins him on the couch. Some days he reads the papers instead. She does not join him when he does that.
She and he are without child. He says he does not blame her, and she says likewise. But sometimes, secretly, each holds the other to account.
If you were to ask him if he loved her, he would say yes. But there would be a slight pause before he says so. And if you were to ask him the same next year, the pause would be a little longer. That pause gets longer every year. But always the answer remains, like those 557 steps, the same.
Perhaps he does not lie. But his is a love dead. A love left dry.
Many years ago he did not merely love her, he was in love with her. He loved her with all his being. He longed to hold her in his arms. He lived and he breathed for her. They were in love, and they were happy.
But time, and life, has its way of dulling the keenest emotions. Happiness made way for contentedness. Love, for affection. A marriage built on love has now become something mechanical, and it goes like clockwork, devoid of heart and soul. And this is how it is going to end, 557 steps at a time.
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I actually had the idea in my head for this story for almost 2 years now, I think. It came about from Yeah Yeah Yeah's lyrics in the song Skeletons: Love left dry. Ever since I'd heard that I wanted to write something about a love left dry, but never could bring myself to do it, and when I did I couldn't complete it.
I tried last year, while backpacking in Malaysia. I was at Ipoh for a 4 hour+ stopover while waiting for my next bus, I think. Or I might have been in Penang. Anyhow, it was either the fact that I was writing by hand (my handwriting is rather off-putting, and it is srsly tiring! I'm more accustomed to tapping away at a keyboard anyhow) or the fact that I just wasn't in the right (write) (terrible poon I know) state of mind. Or a combination of both. Anw my book got wet and what I did write that day got all smudged and disgusting, so I had to start anew here.
Actually my story is based in part (large part, to be honest) on a book I read about this guy who knew exactly his daily routine e.g. time of train, seat he took on the train, faces he'd see on the train etc. I really cannot remember what book it was, it might have been A Spot Of Bother? Aiya I don't know la. Anyways, if anyone knows what book I could be referring to please do tell me, I hate not knowing stuff like that ]:O [actually if you look at this smiley the other way round (tom-ba-lay or however you spell that haha) it actually just looks like any old stickman instead of an angry face. Cool right!]
It is supposed to be read like.. a report, I guess. Without variation of tone or any emotion. Dry. That's what I was striving for, anyhow. I intentionally used the present tense (as opposed to: There was a man..) I don't know why I did it or what purpose it serves though, hopefully it reads better this way. I only used the word "they" twice, at every other instance I separated the He from the She.
It was supposed to be about a love which over the years has been ground down, and which might not even exist anymore. (Any lingering affection might be just that, affection, instead of any real love.) About how being content and leading a routine mundane life will slowly kill you. (You just don't realize it.) How there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.
I might have overdone the "557 steps" bit but that's cause I chose it as the title. It could have been "Love Left Dry" instead, which would have been much more natural and was also the original title for the story in my head, but I went with this instead. I think titles mean alot to me, ever since the secondary school days when we were writing English compositions (instead of nonsense GP yuck.) The title would usually be the centre around which my story revolved, and oftentimes the punchline as well. I wish I managed to salvage my secondary school compositions, I think they were quite good, even if I do say it myself haha.
Er, okay. May I just add that "keenest emotions" refers not just to love and joy, but also perhaps to hurt and despair as well. So.. take heart?
Right-o, goodnight then.
He does not take sick very often, and when he does he informs his boss promptly. He never causes a fuss. His boss likes him, and so do his colleagues. Nobody ever says that it might be due to his lack of ambition. He is perfectly content where he is, and they are perfectly content to let him stay where he is.
He has a wife waiting for him when he reaches home at 5:43pm everyday. She welcomes him with a "You're back" and dinner. After dinner he settles down to watch the television, while she clears the dishes. Sometimes when she is done, she joins him on the couch. Some days he reads the papers instead. She does not join him when he does that.
She and he are without child. He says he does not blame her, and she says likewise. But sometimes, secretly, each holds the other to account.
If you were to ask him if he loved her, he would say yes. But there would be a slight pause before he says so. And if you were to ask him the same next year, the pause would be a little longer. That pause gets longer every year. But always the answer remains, like those 557 steps, the same.
Perhaps he does not lie. But his is a love dead. A love left dry.
Many years ago he did not merely love her, he was in love with her. He loved her with all his being. He longed to hold her in his arms. He lived and he breathed for her. They were in love, and they were happy.
But time, and life, has its way of dulling the keenest emotions. Happiness made way for contentedness. Love, for affection. A marriage built on love has now become something mechanical, and it goes like clockwork, devoid of heart and soul. And this is how it is going to end, 557 steps at a time.
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I actually had the idea in my head for this story for almost 2 years now, I think. It came about from Yeah Yeah Yeah's lyrics in the song Skeletons: Love left dry. Ever since I'd heard that I wanted to write something about a love left dry, but never could bring myself to do it, and when I did I couldn't complete it.
I tried last year, while backpacking in Malaysia. I was at Ipoh for a 4 hour+ stopover while waiting for my next bus, I think. Or I might have been in Penang. Anyhow, it was either the fact that I was writing by hand (my handwriting is rather off-putting, and it is srsly tiring! I'm more accustomed to tapping away at a keyboard anyhow) or the fact that I just wasn't in the right (write) (terrible poon I know) state of mind. Or a combination of both. Anw my book got wet and what I did write that day got all smudged and disgusting, so I had to start anew here.
Actually my story is based in part (large part, to be honest) on a book I read about this guy who knew exactly his daily routine e.g. time of train, seat he took on the train, faces he'd see on the train etc. I really cannot remember what book it was, it might have been A Spot Of Bother? Aiya I don't know la. Anyways, if anyone knows what book I could be referring to please do tell me, I hate not knowing stuff like that ]:O [actually if you look at this smiley the other way round (tom-ba-lay or however you spell that haha) it actually just looks like any old stickman instead of an angry face. Cool right!]
It is supposed to be read like.. a report, I guess. Without variation of tone or any emotion. Dry. That's what I was striving for, anyhow. I intentionally used the present tense (as opposed to: There was a man..) I don't know why I did it or what purpose it serves though, hopefully it reads better this way. I only used the word "they" twice, at every other instance I separated the He from the She.
It was supposed to be about a love which over the years has been ground down, and which might not even exist anymore. (Any lingering affection might be just that, affection, instead of any real love.) About how being content and leading a routine mundane life will slowly kill you. (You just don't realize it.) How there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.
I might have overdone the "557 steps" bit but that's cause I chose it as the title. It could have been "Love Left Dry" instead, which would have been much more natural and was also the original title for the story in my head, but I went with this instead. I think titles mean alot to me, ever since the secondary school days when we were writing English compositions (instead of nonsense GP yuck.) The title would usually be the centre around which my story revolved, and oftentimes the punchline as well. I wish I managed to salvage my secondary school compositions, I think they were quite good, even if I do say it myself haha.
Er, okay. May I just add that "keenest emotions" refers not just to love and joy, but also perhaps to hurt and despair as well. So.. take heart?
Right-o, goodnight then.
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Your Good-byes Filled My Eyes.
Okay I am in the middle of ironing my clothes now and I decided to stop cause I was getting so annoyed with my stupid shirt!! Most ridiculously un-ironable shirt in existence, I think it's gotten worse as time goes by, probably cause it's feeling so smug about itself now. One day I will personally destroy you, or throw you away, just you wait! For now I have no choice cause it's the only shirt I have to book out with. Hopefully in the time I've been away from the world sentiments have changed and hobo is in now, then I'd blend right in yey. Otherwise, RAGE.
That may have given you the false sensing that I've been a useful, practical person today, but the sad truth is that I wasn't. I woke up at 6, which might scream diligence! but in actuality is because I slept at about 10 maybe? Actually I have no idea what time I slept cause I didn't really care and didn't bother about the time either. That's what happens when you have exactly nothing to do. Like me. Bother.
Woke up, broke fast, came back up, watched movie, took a nap, woke up, realized it wasn't time for lunch, took nap, woke up, ate lunch, attempt to iron clothes, the here and now. How about that for sloth?! I must say I'm not exactly proud of myself now! Yesterday I watched another movie and washed my clothes. Full stop. Burden or?
I finally watched King's Speech (which I'd intended to watch before I sailed :O) in its entirety, and it was brilliant! I think Colin Firth was magnificent as the stammering king. And there was Blackbeard too (whoever the captain of the black pearl is, Geoffrey Rush anyways, I just found out it's Captain Barbossa ohwells) I wouldn't call it an epic, not on the scale of LOTR etc, but it was a very good show with very good acting.
I also watched Taken (AT LONG LAST!) which I hadn't cause the one on Funshion was in espanol. I wasn't disappointed in the least, a really tight movie (roughly 90mins) and Liam Neeson looks like a young Harrison Ford doesn't he?! I never knew Qui-Gonn Jinn and Indiana Jones were intergalactic siblings. Oh yes, who noticed Peter Pettigrew in the King's Speech!
Oh and I believe I woke up this morning only cause I had this dream. I dreamt that I'd had my breakfast! Probably confused some alert brain cells which fired off some neurons to go check on my stomach, only to discover that lo! it was empty, thereby waking me up. Power of the unconscious indeed. Anw I woke up quite unsure as to whether I'd actually eaten or not, then decided I couldn't possibly have mustered to strength to troop downstairs for breakfast without my own certain knowledge.
I'm gonna watch Flipped next, the Social Network having been put on the back burner for a while. I don't know why, I've had it loaded since like tuesday. But I've not really been in the mood to do anything lately, haven't been watching as many movies as I thought I would, not really reading either, this entire weekend has been like one big snooze-fest, which is truly disgusting I know.
Been listening to mostly Brit bands lately, there's this something about their rock bands really. From The Beatles to Oasis and the Arctic Monkeys. The Wombats, The Libertines, The Vaccines, The Rifles. Never knew that TNAF were NZ, the only thing I associate with NZ music is Sixpence None The Richer's (or rather, Crowded House's) Don't Dream It's Over haha. I think it was used in an ad or sth.
And I watched Empire of the Sun's music videos for the first time and I am well and truly bewildered. Psychedelic, man. Blue swordfish scampering around and stuff. Psychedelic always reminds me of Across the Universe e.g. Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite!
I'll be released for a few hours later and I'm meeting machowong and mucholim (mucho being a euphemism for well, y'know :) Been ages since I've last seen them, or anyone else for that matter. In this interim I have missed Macbeth in the park, Green Lantern, and probably lots more as well, they just don't have the heart to tell me. Oh yeah lots of touch on saturdays too, although that has less to do with confinement than with life in general haha. I've gone what, 3 times since last july? Horribbbler.
Sigh I still have no idea when the scholarship results are gonna come out. I don't dare to do a thing in the meanwhile, cause I really don't know how it's gonna turn out. A little bit of anticipation, a little bit of trepidation, a mess.
There's also this 10x400m coming up this week and I sure hope I don't make a fool of myself haha!
Gotta get ready for liberty now, I still have my ulcers ow bye.
That may have given you the false sensing that I've been a useful, practical person today, but the sad truth is that I wasn't. I woke up at 6, which might scream diligence! but in actuality is because I slept at about 10 maybe? Actually I have no idea what time I slept cause I didn't really care and didn't bother about the time either. That's what happens when you have exactly nothing to do. Like me. Bother.
Woke up, broke fast, came back up, watched movie, took a nap, woke up, realized it wasn't time for lunch, took nap, woke up, ate lunch, attempt to iron clothes, the here and now. How about that for sloth?! I must say I'm not exactly proud of myself now! Yesterday I watched another movie and washed my clothes. Full stop. Burden or?
I finally watched King's Speech (which I'd intended to watch before I sailed :O) in its entirety, and it was brilliant! I think Colin Firth was magnificent as the stammering king. And there was Blackbeard too (whoever the captain of the black pearl is, Geoffrey Rush anyways, I just found out it's Captain Barbossa ohwells) I wouldn't call it an epic, not on the scale of LOTR etc, but it was a very good show with very good acting.
I also watched Taken (AT LONG LAST!) which I hadn't cause the one on Funshion was in espanol. I wasn't disappointed in the least, a really tight movie (roughly 90mins) and Liam Neeson looks like a young Harrison Ford doesn't he?! I never knew Qui-Gonn Jinn and Indiana Jones were intergalactic siblings. Oh yes, who noticed Peter Pettigrew in the King's Speech!
Oh and I believe I woke up this morning only cause I had this dream. I dreamt that I'd had my breakfast! Probably confused some alert brain cells which fired off some neurons to go check on my stomach, only to discover that lo! it was empty, thereby waking me up. Power of the unconscious indeed. Anw I woke up quite unsure as to whether I'd actually eaten or not, then decided I couldn't possibly have mustered to strength to troop downstairs for breakfast without my own certain knowledge.
I'm gonna watch Flipped next, the Social Network having been put on the back burner for a while. I don't know why, I've had it loaded since like tuesday. But I've not really been in the mood to do anything lately, haven't been watching as many movies as I thought I would, not really reading either, this entire weekend has been like one big snooze-fest, which is truly disgusting I know.
Been listening to mostly Brit bands lately, there's this something about their rock bands really. From The Beatles to Oasis and the Arctic Monkeys. The Wombats, The Libertines, The Vaccines, The Rifles. Never knew that TNAF were NZ, the only thing I associate with NZ music is Sixpence None The Richer's (or rather, Crowded House's) Don't Dream It's Over haha. I think it was used in an ad or sth.
And I watched Empire of the Sun's music videos for the first time and I am well and truly bewildered. Psychedelic, man. Blue swordfish scampering around and stuff. Psychedelic always reminds me of Across the Universe e.g. Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite!
I'll be released for a few hours later and I'm meeting machowong and mucholim (mucho being a euphemism for well, y'know :) Been ages since I've last seen them, or anyone else for that matter. In this interim I have missed Macbeth in the park, Green Lantern, and probably lots more as well, they just don't have the heart to tell me. Oh yeah lots of touch on saturdays too, although that has less to do with confinement than with life in general haha. I've gone what, 3 times since last july? Horribbbler.
Sigh I still have no idea when the scholarship results are gonna come out. I don't dare to do a thing in the meanwhile, cause I really don't know how it's gonna turn out. A little bit of anticipation, a little bit of trepidation, a mess.
There's also this 10x400m coming up this week and I sure hope I don't make a fool of myself haha!
Gotta get ready for liberty now, I still have my ulcers ow bye.
Friday, 17 June 2011
Let's Dance, Not Romance.
I was actually meaning to blog last night before heading to bed, but I foolishly did not sleep at all, which meant I did not get on my laptop at all. We'd kept awake to see the blood moon, only to be thwarted by firstly some massive cloud cover, in the vicinity of 7 oktas or sth bloody hell, and thereafter by sheets of pouring freezing rain which left us shivering and scampering for cover. Therefore we not only NOT managed to see the blood moon, we were cold and wet, hungry ofcourse, and we didn't sleep to boot. It's srsly something to be able to talk nonsense with each other till we forgo sleep, I just can't tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
So. Tears do not come easy to a man. It cannot. It portends something terrible. This last week, I have seen men cry. My father, and my uncles, they cried at the final farewell. And it broke my heart to see my father cry, that most stoic of men. He wept and I grieved for him. I think this is the first time I've ever seen him cry.
This week also, 2 of my friends were put out of course. Chor Hao who's a bro, one of the confinee club, merrymaker and silly-stunts extraordinaire. I would have fought with him to the very end. With his departure MIDS Wing is no longer the place it was. Good times, bro. Our 6/7/8 (I cannot rmb clearly) weekends together was an epic ride. It is the end of an era.
At least he gets to study architecture now, which he'd said he wanted. I know he'll definitely make it one day, just not as my colleague I guess. I hope everything turns out well though.
And Willie. He cried as he spoke to us yesterday. I don't know what to say. We none of us are as hardworking as him, but he had to go. He really puts me to shame. I am truly sorry that he is gone now, I think he deserved so much more. But life's like that sometimes. Sigh.
Well moving on. Yesterday we had a mini-competition among our divisions. Watersports day. I discovered how insane swimming sprints is. After just one length of the pool I was totally drained, my limbs were like trembling and I was out of breath. I thought: Oh god, how am I gonna make it back?! So I had to breaststroke my way back, cause I'd probably have died if I'd tried to front crawl instead. What a humiliating experience HAHA. Damn shag srsly.
And tomorrow (today now) we're going to the Society for the Aged and Sick for some community service. I am leading a team whose mission is to clear the Front Garden. Kool kia. Call me Gardener Chuan from today on. I think I'm supposed to clear unruly weeds or sth like that :O Damn exciting man.
Anw I was just a little into The Social Network when megavideo stopped me. I'm so annoyed with that bledy website. So now I'm a little into The King's Speech and I hope to goodness that the same thing doesn't happen again. Anw I'm surprised how normal Helena Bonham Carter can look HAHA. After all those Tim Burton/Johnny Depp collaborations (think: Sweeney Todd, Alice in Wonderland, and even Fight Club) She is a brilliant actress though. I've only watched 8mins of it so far haha.
Oh btw I had no idea the phrase: tango with the rango, actually appears in the movie!! Srsly wut. It is a good movie though, quite enjoyable. I think Johnny Depp can do no wrong.
I'm still heroically wading through How Late It Was, How Late, past the 100 page mark already! I just haven't had the time to have a good sit-down and actually read it now, I'm alr past the stage where it's painful to read it cause of the slang/accent.
I like this line from The Kooks: Safety pins holding up the things that make you mine. Maybe it's the way it's sung or sth.
And the Hurts with: I'm only gonna let you kill me once. What a way to put it eh? I think I agree, and maybe that's way I was so.. adamant. Nothing came of it, however, so I guess it didn't even matter. Haha ohwell.
I have 2 ulcers in my mouth now and it is soooooooo bledy annoying. I have to smile carefully now HAHA. It is just desserts for me cause I spent the whole of tuesday night laughing at another friend who had his constipated face on due to his ulcer. Bugger'd.
I'm not sure if I can suppress my anger for very much longer. I think one day there will be an explosion, and it will be a disaster for all of us. I still think I'm right though. I just don't see why this has to happen again and again, and again. I've been out what, 2/3 times in the last 3 months? And this.. Bah. I know I'm not supposed to feel like this but still. I think some things go way past the line.
Gah. Anw my friend made a terrible joke yesterday night, he said: This only happens once every red moon. -___- Hahaha damn poor.
Okay I think I have arrived at the end of my post. The Wombats are pretty good I think. I think I should do something, inaction is as culpable as a wrong action, sometimes. Hmmmmm. G'night then.
So. Tears do not come easy to a man. It cannot. It portends something terrible. This last week, I have seen men cry. My father, and my uncles, they cried at the final farewell. And it broke my heart to see my father cry, that most stoic of men. He wept and I grieved for him. I think this is the first time I've ever seen him cry.
This week also, 2 of my friends were put out of course. Chor Hao who's a bro, one of the confinee club, merrymaker and silly-stunts extraordinaire. I would have fought with him to the very end. With his departure MIDS Wing is no longer the place it was. Good times, bro. Our 6/7/8 (I cannot rmb clearly) weekends together was an epic ride. It is the end of an era.
At least he gets to study architecture now, which he'd said he wanted. I know he'll definitely make it one day, just not as my colleague I guess. I hope everything turns out well though.
And Willie. He cried as he spoke to us yesterday. I don't know what to say. We none of us are as hardworking as him, but he had to go. He really puts me to shame. I am truly sorry that he is gone now, I think he deserved so much more. But life's like that sometimes. Sigh.
Well moving on. Yesterday we had a mini-competition among our divisions. Watersports day. I discovered how insane swimming sprints is. After just one length of the pool I was totally drained, my limbs were like trembling and I was out of breath. I thought: Oh god, how am I gonna make it back?! So I had to breaststroke my way back, cause I'd probably have died if I'd tried to front crawl instead. What a humiliating experience HAHA. Damn shag srsly.
And tomorrow (today now) we're going to the Society for the Aged and Sick for some community service. I am leading a team whose mission is to clear the Front Garden. Kool kia. Call me Gardener Chuan from today on. I think I'm supposed to clear unruly weeds or sth like that :O Damn exciting man.
Anw I was just a little into The Social Network when megavideo stopped me. I'm so annoyed with that bledy website. So now I'm a little into The King's Speech and I hope to goodness that the same thing doesn't happen again. Anw I'm surprised how normal Helena Bonham Carter can look HAHA. After all those Tim Burton/Johnny Depp collaborations (think: Sweeney Todd, Alice in Wonderland, and even Fight Club) She is a brilliant actress though. I've only watched 8mins of it so far haha.
Oh btw I had no idea the phrase: tango with the rango, actually appears in the movie!! Srsly wut. It is a good movie though, quite enjoyable. I think Johnny Depp can do no wrong.
I'm still heroically wading through How Late It Was, How Late, past the 100 page mark already! I just haven't had the time to have a good sit-down and actually read it now, I'm alr past the stage where it's painful to read it cause of the slang/accent.
I like this line from The Kooks: Safety pins holding up the things that make you mine. Maybe it's the way it's sung or sth.
And the Hurts with: I'm only gonna let you kill me once. What a way to put it eh? I think I agree, and maybe that's way I was so.. adamant. Nothing came of it, however, so I guess it didn't even matter. Haha ohwell.
I have 2 ulcers in my mouth now and it is soooooooo bledy annoying. I have to smile carefully now HAHA. It is just desserts for me cause I spent the whole of tuesday night laughing at another friend who had his constipated face on due to his ulcer. Bugger'd.
I'm not sure if I can suppress my anger for very much longer. I think one day there will be an explosion, and it will be a disaster for all of us. I still think I'm right though. I just don't see why this has to happen again and again, and again. I've been out what, 2/3 times in the last 3 months? And this.. Bah. I know I'm not supposed to feel like this but still. I think some things go way past the line.
Gah. Anw my friend made a terrible joke yesterday night, he said: This only happens once every red moon. -___- Hahaha damn poor.
Okay I think I have arrived at the end of my post. The Wombats are pretty good I think. I think I should do something, inaction is as culpable as a wrong action, sometimes. Hmmmmm. G'night then.
Saturday, 11 June 2011
The Lot Of Children.
It is the lot of children to watch their parents pass away. I cannot imagine the day that this should come to pass. My grandfather passed away on friday. I wonder what my dad is going through now. In the space of 1-2 years he's lost a brother and a father. I cannot imagine what I would do were I in his place.
I wish I could be with my father now, providing what comfort I can. But I'm not. I'm stuck in camp, because of my colossal stupidity. Me and my confinements, which I had taken to wearing like a badge, and now what is there to be proud about? I shouldn't be here.
Does my father know I grieve for him, his loss? My fear is that he doesn't. If I only were a better son.
So we were at Our Church of the Lady Lourdes, which was quite a pleasant place. That was the first time I went to that side of Bugis though, which is quite pathetic really. At least I had good bak kut teh before booking back in to camp.
And I've just watched 3 movies, which is quite a feat dontcha think? Actually it's cause they were none of them 100% buffered and we were jumping between 3 different movies, which is srsly such a pain in my neck's ass. So I watched Hanna, Water for Elephants and Red Riding Hood, of which Hanna was the only one I really wanted to watch.
I mean I like Reese Witherspoon, but Edward Cullen.. My friends and I were remarking every single time he gave that "I am a sexy beast e.g. vampire" look. And his name was Jacob so he must have been a vampwolf or sth. But truly the most remarkable crime committed was by Cristoph Waltz, for he stole every scene he was in. But aiya, he might be typecast as exactly this sort of character after such sterling performances in Inglorious Basterds and this. Reminiscent of Daniel Day Lewis in Gangs of New York, a little.
Red Riding Hood was pretty meh. Wasn't very scary, wasn't gory, wasn't very romantic, just very dark. And dark is very bad when you're watching a pixellated version online, like 128x96 or sth. Btw Amanda Seyfried (sp?) has scary eyes, I don't see how she's pretty at all :/
And Hanna! Cate Blanchett was awesome, and so was Saoirse Ronan, srsly how old is she?! The soundtrack was pretty crazy, and some of those scenes were epilepsy-inducing. The movie was quite like Bourne, actually, which is a good thing.
Now I'm loading King's Speech and Rango. After that will be Tangled. I might watch Fair Game simply cause it's yet another spy movie, and because of Sean Penn. Er I think that's more than enough to have on my plate right now.
"So you lost your trust
And you never should have."
I wonder if that means never to lose your trust, or never to trust at all.
Anyways goodbyes, shall tango with the rango now.
I wish I could be with my father now, providing what comfort I can. But I'm not. I'm stuck in camp, because of my colossal stupidity. Me and my confinements, which I had taken to wearing like a badge, and now what is there to be proud about? I shouldn't be here.
Does my father know I grieve for him, his loss? My fear is that he doesn't. If I only were a better son.
So we were at Our Church of the Lady Lourdes, which was quite a pleasant place. That was the first time I went to that side of Bugis though, which is quite pathetic really. At least I had good bak kut teh before booking back in to camp.
And I've just watched 3 movies, which is quite a feat dontcha think? Actually it's cause they were none of them 100% buffered and we were jumping between 3 different movies, which is srsly such a pain in my neck's ass. So I watched Hanna, Water for Elephants and Red Riding Hood, of which Hanna was the only one I really wanted to watch.
I mean I like Reese Witherspoon, but Edward Cullen.. My friends and I were remarking every single time he gave that "I am a sexy beast e.g. vampire" look. And his name was Jacob so he must have been a vampwolf or sth. But truly the most remarkable crime committed was by Cristoph Waltz, for he stole every scene he was in. But aiya, he might be typecast as exactly this sort of character after such sterling performances in Inglorious Basterds and this. Reminiscent of Daniel Day Lewis in Gangs of New York, a little.
Red Riding Hood was pretty meh. Wasn't very scary, wasn't gory, wasn't very romantic, just very dark. And dark is very bad when you're watching a pixellated version online, like 128x96 or sth. Btw Amanda Seyfried (sp?) has scary eyes, I don't see how she's pretty at all :/
And Hanna! Cate Blanchett was awesome, and so was Saoirse Ronan, srsly how old is she?! The soundtrack was pretty crazy, and some of those scenes were epilepsy-inducing. The movie was quite like Bourne, actually, which is a good thing.
Now I'm loading King's Speech and Rango. After that will be Tangled. I might watch Fair Game simply cause it's yet another spy movie, and because of Sean Penn. Er I think that's more than enough to have on my plate right now.
"So you lost your trust
And you never should have."
I wonder if that means never to lose your trust, or never to trust at all.
Anyways goodbyes, shall tango with the rango now.
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