shit happens.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Recently/
I started this habit of jotting down whatever stuffs that come to my mind, awesome quotes that appear in films, lyrics that make you think, and anything, everything. I think it's pretty fun, but whoknows this might just be another one of those 3minutewarm activities that I engage myself in, and it may just end up in smoke once again. But I'm good for now, really got me going.
Finally caught Shutter Island. No other better word other than mindfuck for the film. Totally captured me for the whole length of the film, albeit being over 2 hours long.
Not forgetting this auntie who freaked me out early in the show.
The film portrayed the erosion of Leonardo's character very, very well. Really got us thinking what was going on, and I haven't been intrigued by a film for a very long time. I thought The Prestige was another good one, though Johansson's appearance might have made me judge on a biased plane.
Yay, catching Iron Man later. Caught Ip Man a few days back, boy it did succeed its predecessor, and in style. Much more action, and the much-lacked humour in the first.
Awesome.
And I have contemplated much about changing over to tumblr. But this blog holds too much memories, too much for me to just give it up.
But at this very moment,
Friday, April 30, 2010
The Diving Bell & The Butterfly
Brilliant piece of work, really. Film about a stroke victim, told from his point of view. He can't speak, everything was recorded by the blinking of his eyes at the correct letter the alphabet his speech therapist is reciting over and over again. It helps too that the speech therapist is a gorgeous lady, eye candy of the film :). But then again, it's a really sad film. A guy living such an awesome life, from an editor of Elle magazine, everything falling apart overnight after he developed stroke. Really got me thinking, if this were to happen to me or any of my close friends one day. Not that I'm being foul-mouthed, but the thoughts of such scenarios happening, really, really gets me teary-eyed.
Thoughts running through my head, like a McFlurry.
Lots of thoughts right now, tis' is gonna be a long post.
I'm an unconventional introvert. I'm introverted by nature, really. I'm shy around new people. I can't strike up a fresh conversation. I'm a listener more than a talker cus I believe we evolved (no religion whatnot here) to have 2 ears on our sides of our heads for a reason, and not 2 mouths. I enjoy solitude. I like to do me-stuffs. I enjoy walking alone, long quiet walks with my head drowned in any form of music, classical to jazz, metal to mandopop. I enjoy staying home on weekends, actually.
But some people feel otherwise. They think I'm this crazy cursing muthafucker. They think I'm an extrovert. They think that I don't think. Well, if I appear this way to you, congratulations, 'cus you're inducted into Harris' hall of fame. You're now a close friend to me now. You're grouped under 'small bunch of friends an introvert likes hanging out with'. Good for you.
I don't like to do things I'm not good at. I'm egoistic. I don't play basketball cus I suck at it. I don't play games when people are looking. I seek to impress. I don't play my bass in front of people cus I think I'm not good enough. I don't run with people cus I'm afraid they'll talk about my pacing, my speed, my breathing. I'm that weird a person.
And there's a difference between narcissism and high self-esteem. Reading a book, The Ego Boom, and it analyses this fact very well. How the advertising sector is making use of this point, and marketing stuffs to you to make you feel good about yourself.
Talking about the advertising sector. It's one of those places where I would like to go venture in. Hmm just a thought, attempting to make it a reality.
I've always wanted to travel the world with a camera. This has been the longest aspirations I've ever had. But,
1) I first, need a camera.
2) I need the time+money to do so. Okay, I may get a job that allows me to travel and travel. That's where my idea as a freelance journalist/writer came from, but also. The money factor is huge.
Oh man, so much for getting away and roaming the world. May my dreams come true one day.
Liverpool lost to Atletico last night. It really evoked strong emotions in me. The fact that I was almost on the verge of bursting into tears after I heard the results, and a friend next to me commented "You got bet soccer one meh? Never bet soccer you watch until like that for what", it almost made me kill him on the spot. Like seriously. Don't you understand, I've been watching and rooting for this team for almost 10 years. It's grown onto me. I refer to Liverpool as a We, not Them. I've seen Gerrard grow from a kid, to an influential Captain. I've seen players come and go. I've seen managers change. I've seen the gloriest moments of comebacks for cup wins. I've seen them throttle heavyweight teams. It's really affecting. Don't you dare mention anything like this ever again.
I miss life.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Awkward.
Me and my dad don't talk much. It has been this way since I was little. Or at least since I could remember. We sometimes don't even acknowledge each other when we walk past each other on the streets, or even as absurd as when we share the same lift. I know, I'm not proud of this fact but seriously, sometimes the air around us just spells A-W-K-W-A-R-D.
A typical conversation between my mom and I would be like:
Mom "Eh what you want to eat for lunch"
Me "Anything la hor"
"What anything? Think what you want leh. Rice or noodles? Chicken or Duck? Western? Japanese?"
"Hmm, noodles not filling leh. Then the downstairs japanese food so cui. Aiya don't know lah"
....
(Goes on forever)
However, between my dad and I;
Dad "Eat what?"
Me "Anything can"
Me "Anything can"
"What anything?"
(To save myself the awkwardness) "Chicken rice"
And I end up eating chicken rice everytime he asks that question. And when he realises it too,
"Chicken rice again?"
"Okay hor fun."
Sigh. I tried even saying "Dad I'm home" but seriously I can't bring myself to say it. It's not that I don't love him or that I don't like his existence, but seriously it's damn paiseh. Especially if it hasn't been a practice for 20 years. When we talk our eyes just dart all over the place, the floor, the ceilings, our fingernails, but just not at each other.
Yeh, really random post. Cus my dad just asked me what I wanted for dinner.
There goes the fear again,
You turned around and life passed you, again.
That was some, closure I pulled out haven't I. Such a wonderful closure that now, I can't even gather the courage to talk to you or sth. Or perhaps, I can't even talk to you now. Sucks, I have so much to say to you but I can't. So much I want to tell you. I'll just leave em all for myself.
