Yes. And damn well did I smash it.
This is a super delayed post. But I just found time to stick my arse on the chair to actually blog.
I'm done with Lexicon. Yay!
I'm done with the Memorials for the Moot. Double yay!!
I'm almost done with the preparation for the Law Ball. [Grins widely and threatens to explode with bliss.]
And I've been told the best news ever! Ok, not that great, but still better than nothing. I'm on the right track for the moot afterall. After all the late-nights. I mean, super early mornings. I should just change my biological clock. 5.30 am = 11 pm and 1 pm = 10 am.
Yup. I sleep at 5 am and get up at 1 pm.
[I've been called a panda-owl. Oh, and my mom, from calling me beebee/stinking/stinging bee, now calls me BumbleBee. After watching Transformers. Heh. Mom, I told you that movie is addictive! Well, I'm still a panda, a bee, and now, I am also an owl. For some weird reasons, Nicol and Schmein kept drawing similarities between me and "The Owl" from the 1-minute-mini-series on NTV7 at 8 pm and 12 am which I told them about. I'm not as sadistic and born-loser-ish as him ok? It's a midget-size FUCHSIA owl and he's always skeptical about everything. I don't think I'm that. ]
But that was before the Memorials deadline. I'm quite glad that the Memorials was not the memorial for us.
And I'm not gonna do that anymore. Because, I can feel myself ageing. The dead tired muscles, my muffled speech which make me sound like I'm drunk. My unsteady steps [which makes me look even more like I'm drunk or high on drugs. Probably weed.].
Oh, and not to forget, my constant fainting spells.
[p/s: I fainted the other day. The funny thing was, it was exactly like how Disney would do it. My body turned a round before falling on the ground. Well, except mine happened 2 times faster and I smashed into a cupboard; uhm, my room is congested. I didn't have any bruises, but only suffered a minor scratch from the edge of the cupboard. No pain. Nothing. Fainting isn't that bad after all. It's just like the collapsing of your limbs because your muscles refuse to support your frame for a while.]
I need to kick those spells off!! It's getting me into trouble!!! Mom's forcing a cocktail of [natural] vitamin pills down my throat now! [Don't worry, it will not trigger a cardiac-arrest.]
On a side note, if I have a chance, I would like to re-live my A Levels life again. Just for a day. Because, we did that today, and I realised just how much I missed it.
Pardon the lack of humour. That potion has been running very low lately. Well, waddya expect when I have a sledgehammer in hand currently? You can't exactly be all funny when you have a sledgehammer in hand! People will think that you're sadistic! [Ok, I bet a lot of you will be saying: "But you ARE sadistic!". Whatever.]
Who knows, I may probably morph into that small toy car decepticon in Transformers 2 who has a HUGE crush on Megan Fox. He's so adorable!!!
I'm rambling.
Oh, and my sis and I adopted middle names. =D
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
BimBo 'N' LaLa
Every single time I click on the New Post link, my mind just goes blank.
Oh well. I think it's probably the allergic reaction to anymore writing ever since the final examinations were over.
Just a quick update on what has been going on in my life lately.
1. I almost died.
Yes, on my cousin's wedding dinner day. Mom lectured us on the taboo of wearing a black dress at a wedding dinner. Consequently, my sis and I were forced into wearing two identical floral dresses which colours are so striking it sticks out like a sunflower in a bed of white lilies.
What made things worse was when we were asked to wear a flower on our wrist since we're helping out with the welcoming of the guests. Oh, did I mention that we both had similar make-ups too??
At 7.40 pm, we decided to drive home to change. Well, when you have a bunch of car keys in your hands and you're in a desperate need of a change of clothes, you nick that car and you speed away.
And speed I did. I sped so fast that I didn't see those damn plastic dividers and I had to do a sharp left-turn to avoid it. The next thing I knew was I heard screeching noises and my car was going left and right. The amazing thing was, I wasn't afraid at all [and all the other cars were 15 feet behind with noone at the side]. I felt no fear, instead, I just turned the wheel left and right to slowly make it move in a straight line. Sis said that the car actually floated in the air for a while and she thought we were gonna turn turtle. Thank God, we were saved by His intervention and nothing happened to us. Sis said she felt a force pushing the car back on all four wheels [Jean complained that I freaked her out with ghost stories in the middle of an afternoon when I told her this. But it's true!!! I heard a loud thud!].
Oh well, if we were to turn turtle, it would have been a very costly price to pay for VANITY.
And, if the sister did not shout out the divider to me, I would have driven up the divider and turned turtle. [That, was how fast I drove.Yes, thank you for your stares and bewildered, gaping mouth. I hope a fly flies into your cavernous mouth.]
But neither of that happened, so, I am grateful to God and my sister.
We never told anyone at the wedding about it. We made it back on time so no one noticed anything amissed except the fact that we looked stunning.
2. I was bathed with wine.
During the wedding dinner, well, my mom and sis had a glass too many to drink. It's not like they're very good in holding their drink. But still, they went ahead to knock themselves out with wine.
And they knocked both glasses of my wine down on me. The tipsy sister took her own food and for some reason, her hand moved a lil too far to the right and knocked one of my glasses down. One Glass Down. I sighed with relief when it wasn't the other glass which was the semi-sweet wine which I ABSOLUTELY ABSOLUTELY love. But that relieve was quickly stripped off my functioning brains when the tipsy mom, who took food for me, led her chopstick and spoon a lil too low and knocked my SWEET WINE over!!! [AND THAT WAS THE LAST GLASS OF SWEET WINE FOR THAT NIGHT BECAUSE AFTER THAT THEY RAN OUT OF THAT WINE!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!]
And this time, that glass of wine was exactly in the centre of my being. She bathed my Ted Baker bag, she bathed my dress, and she painted the white table cloth crimson red. I quickly scurried towards the ladies' to get my bag cleaned [which took about 5 rounds of constant wiping with a damp cloth to get the smell of red wine off, and thank God I dumped some tissue paper on top of everything and the wine spilled on the tissue paper and not on the interior cloth].
I had to down [into my esophagus] 2 more glasses of wine at a go before I went back into the ballroom. My mom, on the other hand, was still living in bliss and happily [with her rosy cheeks; no she doesn't need blushers] ate her prawns and refilled my wine. Gah.
3. I'm working harder than Miranda Prisley's Personal Assistants [of The Devil Wears Prada]
I have to change the entire layout for the newsletter [which I haven't started but I have quite a lot of ideas; just need to execute it] and I'm only starting tomorrow. Sorry, I couldn't bear to bring myself to work on the weekend of my birthday. =D
Oh, and the bomb which annihilated Nagasaki and Hiroshima was dropped on me when I was told that the 1st Draft for the memorials of the moot is on the 22nd of June. May God bless my soul and lead me through this phase.
4. Bimbo N Lala
I was not awaken by the usual droning sound of the superdrill next door or my sister's crazy birthday song jingles [which is sung to me every year in the wee hours of the morning]. Instead, I was rudely disturbed from the bliss of my sleep by this:
"DEBBLE!!!! I CAN'T TAKE MY CONTACT LENS OFF!!! IT'S STUCKED ON MY EYEBALLS LIKE VACUUM!!!!"
Because of that, my mom and I had to crawl out of bed to get her to her office first so that her colleague can stand in for her for the court mention and after that send her to the eye hospital.
And it turned out......
There was no contact lens on her eyeball. But she scratched her cornea. That was the cause of her pain and pressure.
My mom started lecturing us on so many random things that it makes you literally say:
"LalalalalaLalalalala"
It was irritating. At one point, my sis and I were both singing Ashlee Simpson's Outta My Head.
And later, when we got home, mom stepped on the contact lens.
I got so pissed off with the both of them that I decided to call them [my sis and my mom] Bimbo and Lala for the day [and only that day].
It's actually from a designer clothing line called Bimba & Lola.
5. I got a new bag!!!
Yes, you're reading this correctly. I do admit that I am obsessed with bags and shoes. But mommy said no more shoes and she didn't allow me to buy a purple handbag. But I want a purple handbag so badly!!! A nice, striking purple handbag; semi-large. I've got yellow, I've got turqoise green, why can't I have a purple? I wanted a peach colour too from Raoul but mommy complained that it will get dirty.
Oh well, it's back to boring black and brown leather bags. I hate semi-leather bags [because after 3 months it will start shedding its skin].
Oooh, on a side note, I'm dying to get to London to buy more Clarks, boots, and Faith shoes!!!!! If I can, I wanna fly there now for the Europe summer sales. And grab all the Zara that I want until I see stars.
Also, I wanna watch the Wimbledon Open. But I can't!! Because I've gotta go for the moot. And prepare for it. Sigh. [I heard that Nadal might be playing??]
Ah, I'd better stop now before I sound like a Bimbo and Lala.
Oh well. I think it's probably the allergic reaction to anymore writing ever since the final examinations were over.
Just a quick update on what has been going on in my life lately.
1. I almost died.
Yes, on my cousin's wedding dinner day. Mom lectured us on the taboo of wearing a black dress at a wedding dinner. Consequently, my sis and I were forced into wearing two identical floral dresses which colours are so striking it sticks out like a sunflower in a bed of white lilies.
What made things worse was when we were asked to wear a flower on our wrist since we're helping out with the welcoming of the guests. Oh, did I mention that we both had similar make-ups too??
At 7.40 pm, we decided to drive home to change. Well, when you have a bunch of car keys in your hands and you're in a desperate need of a change of clothes, you nick that car and you speed away.
A nick in time saves eyes.
And speed I did. I sped so fast that I didn't see those damn plastic dividers and I had to do a sharp left-turn to avoid it. The next thing I knew was I heard screeching noises and my car was going left and right. The amazing thing was, I wasn't afraid at all [and all the other cars were 15 feet behind with noone at the side]. I felt no fear, instead, I just turned the wheel left and right to slowly make it move in a straight line. Sis said that the car actually floated in the air for a while and she thought we were gonna turn turtle. Thank God, we were saved by His intervention and nothing happened to us. Sis said she felt a force pushing the car back on all four wheels [Jean complained that I freaked her out with ghost stories in the middle of an afternoon when I told her this. But it's true!!! I heard a loud thud!].
Oh well, if we were to turn turtle, it would have been a very costly price to pay for VANITY.
And, if the sister did not shout out the divider to me, I would have driven up the divider and turned turtle. [That, was how fast I drove.Yes, thank you for your stares and bewildered, gaping mouth. I hope a fly flies into your cavernous mouth.]
But neither of that happened, so, I am grateful to God and my sister.
We never told anyone at the wedding about it. We made it back on time so no one noticed anything amissed except the fact that we looked stunning.
2. I was bathed with wine.
During the wedding dinner, well, my mom and sis had a glass too many to drink. It's not like they're very good in holding their drink. But still, they went ahead to knock themselves out with wine.
And they knocked both glasses of my wine down on me. The tipsy sister took her own food and for some reason, her hand moved a lil too far to the right and knocked one of my glasses down. One Glass Down. I sighed with relief when it wasn't the other glass which was the semi-sweet wine which I ABSOLUTELY ABSOLUTELY love. But that relieve was quickly stripped off my functioning brains when the tipsy mom, who took food for me, led her chopstick and spoon a lil too low and knocked my SWEET WINE over!!! [AND THAT WAS THE LAST GLASS OF SWEET WINE FOR THAT NIGHT BECAUSE AFTER THAT THEY RAN OUT OF THAT WINE!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!]
And this time, that glass of wine was exactly in the centre of my being. She bathed my Ted Baker bag, she bathed my dress, and she painted the white table cloth crimson red. I quickly scurried towards the ladies' to get my bag cleaned [which took about 5 rounds of constant wiping with a damp cloth to get the smell of red wine off, and thank God I dumped some tissue paper on top of everything and the wine spilled on the tissue paper and not on the interior cloth].
I had to down [into my esophagus] 2 more glasses of wine at a go before I went back into the ballroom. My mom, on the other hand, was still living in bliss and happily [with her rosy cheeks; no she doesn't need blushers] ate her prawns and refilled my wine. Gah.
3. I'm working harder than Miranda Prisley's Personal Assistants [of The Devil Wears Prada]
I have to change the entire layout for the newsletter [which I haven't started but I have quite a lot of ideas; just need to execute it] and I'm only starting tomorrow. Sorry, I couldn't bear to bring myself to work on the weekend of my birthday. =D
Oh, and the bomb which annihilated Nagasaki and Hiroshima was dropped on me when I was told that the 1st Draft for the memorials of the moot is on the 22nd of June. May God bless my soul and lead me through this phase.
4. Bimbo N Lala
I was not awaken by the usual droning sound of the superdrill next door or my sister's crazy birthday song jingles [which is sung to me every year in the wee hours of the morning]. Instead, I was rudely disturbed from the bliss of my sleep by this:
"DEBBLE!!!! I CAN'T TAKE MY CONTACT LENS OFF!!! IT'S STUCKED ON MY EYEBALLS LIKE VACUUM!!!!"
Because of that, my mom and I had to crawl out of bed to get her to her office first so that her colleague can stand in for her for the court mention and after that send her to the eye hospital.
And it turned out......
There was no contact lens on her eyeball. But she scratched her cornea. That was the cause of her pain and pressure.
My mom started lecturing us on so many random things that it makes you literally say:
"LalalalalaLalalalala"
It was irritating. At one point, my sis and I were both singing Ashlee Simpson's Outta My Head.
And later, when we got home, mom stepped on the contact lens.
I got so pissed off with the both of them that I decided to call them [my sis and my mom] Bimbo and Lala for the day [and only that day].
It's actually from a designer clothing line called Bimba & Lola.
5. I got a new bag!!!
Yes, you're reading this correctly. I do admit that I am obsessed with bags and shoes. But mommy said no more shoes and she didn't allow me to buy a purple handbag. But I want a purple handbag so badly!!! A nice, striking purple handbag; semi-large. I've got yellow, I've got turqoise green, why can't I have a purple? I wanted a peach colour too from Raoul but mommy complained that it will get dirty.
Oh well, it's back to boring black and brown leather bags. I hate semi-leather bags [because after 3 months it will start shedding its skin].
Oooh, on a side note, I'm dying to get to London to buy more Clarks, boots, and Faith shoes!!!!! If I can, I wanna fly there now for the Europe summer sales. And grab all the Zara that I want until I see stars.
Also, I wanna watch the Wimbledon Open. But I can't!! Because I've gotta go for the moot. And prepare for it. Sigh. [I heard that Nadal might be playing??]
Ah, I'd better stop now before I sound like a Bimbo and Lala.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I Will Wear My School Uniform Again...
Only to watch my highschool classmate teach in our old school!!! Hah!!
I can't believe she actually became the relieve teacher for Science for those bursting teachers!!!
I shall, oh I shall! wear my school uniform, and sneak in to her class if she was still teaching there. Unfortunately, the teacher has recovered from bursting and has returned to school; hence she was no longer employed.
Sigh.
The best part? My highschool mates thought I disappeared into thin air. They don't know what I'm doing, where I am, and how to contact me.
Wow. Intriguing.
On a side note, I would like to wear my school uniform again.
So that I don't have so many things to study, so many responsibility to hold and also, I won't have to behave in the maturity "required" at "my age".
Right now, I have 3 roles.
1. Layout designer for Lexicon, the Law School's newsletter.
Which is driving me nuts because the stuff keep running around [damn it! Stay put! Or I'll put you in your place and tell you how stupid you are to run around!]
And, as it so happens, "apparently" I am to be in charged of layout only. But somehow, grammar overspilled in. Sigh. It's ok. We're all kinda short-handed anyway. [Not physically, d'oh!!!]
2. President of Law Society
Which brings along a HUGE boulder with the letters LAW BALL scrawled all over it.
It's so bloody expensive to host all this stuff!! And I have to be the finance manager, I have to get sponsors, I have to get the venue and the menu and the event going. [I would rather watch Ramu and Shamu 100 times over than stare at the venues and menus - Yes, I'm lame]
3. A Participant in the National Rounds for the LawAsia Moot competition
Oh well, and I have MORE reading to do!! Wow!!! Isn't my life just so un-boring? Rather than staring at four blank walls I am actually jumping around on tip-toes!!
When I was in school uniform, all I do is read storybooks and do well in my exams to shut the teachers' mouths. And just play some sports. I don't have so much of "exciting" errands to run.
I'm not complaining, but it is just unfortunate that they all have to come in a lump sum.
Oh, did I mention that my entire almost-old-folks-home-neighbourhood is doing renovations to their houses?
So there are lorries blocking the entire road, drillings in the morning, breaking my beautiful bliss of sleep as early as 8.30 am in the morning. Oh, and there is the constant hammering and more drilling and more random singing.
Yes, and it has been on-going one week before my examinations.
Isn't life just wonderful out of the school uniform?
And I can't complain about me having exams because... "no one accomodates for my hyper-sensitive situation/characteristic"
I would rather wear that ugly stuffy school uniform a hundred times over. Thank you.
I can't believe she actually became the relieve teacher for Science for those bursting teachers!!!
I shall, oh I shall! wear my school uniform, and sneak in to her class if she was still teaching there. Unfortunately, the teacher has recovered from bursting and has returned to school; hence she was no longer employed.
Sigh.
The best part? My highschool mates thought I disappeared into thin air. They don't know what I'm doing, where I am, and how to contact me.
Wow. Intriguing.
On a side note, I would like to wear my school uniform again.
So that I don't have so many things to study, so many responsibility to hold and also, I won't have to behave in the maturity "required" at "my age".
Right now, I have 3 roles.
1. Layout designer for Lexicon, the Law School's newsletter.
Which is driving me nuts because the stuff keep running around [damn it! Stay put! Or I'll put you in your place and tell you how stupid you are to run around!]
And, as it so happens, "apparently" I am to be in charged of layout only. But somehow, grammar overspilled in. Sigh. It's ok. We're all kinda short-handed anyway. [Not physically, d'oh!!!]
2. President of Law Society
Which brings along a HUGE boulder with the letters LAW BALL scrawled all over it.
It's so bloody expensive to host all this stuff!! And I have to be the finance manager, I have to get sponsors, I have to get the venue and the menu and the event going. [I would rather watch Ramu and Shamu 100 times over than stare at the venues and menus - Yes, I'm lame]
3. A Participant in the National Rounds for the LawAsia Moot competition
Oh well, and I have MORE reading to do!! Wow!!! Isn't my life just so un-boring? Rather than staring at four blank walls I am actually jumping around on tip-toes!!
When I was in school uniform, all I do is read storybooks and do well in my exams to shut the teachers' mouths. And just play some sports. I don't have so much of "exciting" errands to run.
I'm not complaining, but it is just unfortunate that they all have to come in a lump sum.
Oh, did I mention that my entire almost-old-folks-home-neighbourhood is doing renovations to their houses?
So there are lorries blocking the entire road, drillings in the morning, breaking my beautiful bliss of sleep as early as 8.30 am in the morning. Oh, and there is the constant hammering and more drilling and more random singing.
Yes, and it has been on-going one week before my examinations.
Isn't life just wonderful out of the school uniform?
And I can't complain about me having exams because... "no one accomodates for my hyper-sensitive situation/characteristic"
I would rather wear that ugly stuffy school uniform a hundred times over. Thank you.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The Unstoppable Roller Coaster
"Lies, lies, I stand in the house of crumbling lies."
Sometimes, life is just frustrating. Some people use their ego as their shield. Some use other people's emotions as shields. Some, use practicalities of life to escape from reality.
The truth? I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
Why are people so blinded by their ego? Even to the extent that they talk gibberish? Even to the extent that they actually blurt out nonsensical stuff just to stab a knife in the soul of the other person?
And they say that it is in defence of their ego. LIES, I say unto you.
So what if another person gives you small change when you do not have one? How does that in anyway mace the ego which you have invented for yourself just because people tell you that you should have some "dignity"? Dignity is not seen in that way. What is wrong with another person giving you small change in front of everyone when you need it? Why do you even feel threatened by it in the first place?
Threats, why do people use thou to get things done? Is that the better method to substitute a reasoned, logical reasoning to compel a person to do something?
It only pours water on to the wall of that relationship which in all its glory is built on fragility; built with sand.
Emotions, where art the fortress of thine? Are you to be pricked so easily and consequently cause such an emotional and physical uproar all over the place?
Righteousness, why art thou perverted? In the name of "righteousness", all the old ways have been removed and in the process, stripping another person of the glory of his effort put in in good faith for the country. And after that, you renew all the old methods? What glory is there in doing so? First, you say that there will be no more wars. Only to renew and to send in more troops for the war in Afghanistan. That's right. In the name of righteousness, you do so. What righteousness is left, if not for the righteousness of ego if one is to strip off the old ways only to renew them in the glory of his own name later?
Unfortunately, Life, is an unstoppable roller coaster where everyone is driven by it; and is not given any space of time for a breather to think.
Lies, lies, I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
All your glamoured works, they are all lies.
It is no surprise that mankind is a disappointment unto himself.
Sometimes, life is just frustrating. Some people use their ego as their shield. Some use other people's emotions as shields. Some, use practicalities of life to escape from reality.
The truth? I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
Why are people so blinded by their ego? Even to the extent that they talk gibberish? Even to the extent that they actually blurt out nonsensical stuff just to stab a knife in the soul of the other person?
And they say that it is in defence of their ego. LIES, I say unto you.
So what if another person gives you small change when you do not have one? How does that in anyway mace the ego which you have invented for yourself just because people tell you that you should have some "dignity"? Dignity is not seen in that way. What is wrong with another person giving you small change in front of everyone when you need it? Why do you even feel threatened by it in the first place?
Threats, why do people use thou to get things done? Is that the better method to substitute a reasoned, logical reasoning to compel a person to do something?
It only pours water on to the wall of that relationship which in all its glory is built on fragility; built with sand.
Emotions, where art the fortress of thine? Are you to be pricked so easily and consequently cause such an emotional and physical uproar all over the place?
Righteousness, why art thou perverted? In the name of "righteousness", all the old ways have been removed and in the process, stripping another person of the glory of his effort put in in good faith for the country. And after that, you renew all the old methods? What glory is there in doing so? First, you say that there will be no more wars. Only to renew and to send in more troops for the war in Afghanistan. That's right. In the name of righteousness, you do so. What righteousness is left, if not for the righteousness of ego if one is to strip off the old ways only to renew them in the glory of his own name later?
Unfortunately, Life, is an unstoppable roller coaster where everyone is driven by it; and is not given any space of time for a breather to think.
Lies, lies, I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
All your glamoured works, they are all lies.
It is no surprise that mankind is a disappointment unto himself.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Life At This Point
Isn't life ironic? During the exams, I was dying for it to be over. Now that it is over, I don't feel anything at all. There's just this vacuum in the centre of my being that doesn't make me feel free at all.
And, ever since I left blogging for a month or so, my creativity level and my level of language actually took a dive.
Oh, well, it's probably time to find that crazy part of me again.
It was forced to the background during the exam period. [Well, it took me 2 1/2 weeks to suppress it and with the realisation that Exams are just a week away and the fact that I've not studied a single word. Really, I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic.]
I just don't get it. When I don't have the opportunity to blog, I have so many things to blog about. But now that I've actually got time to blog, I can't seem to find anything to say.
Well, let's start with the movie "Angels & Demons".
I watched it on Saturday actually. And.. it was great!!!
It was SO much better than the Da Vinci Code which had a rubbish plot, horrible tag lines and atrocious soundtracks.
Whereas the current one, it's the complete opposite!!! I actually prefer it to the book!!!
But along with the movie, is the feeling of regret in me for succumbing to the heat of the Summer when I was in Rome. What a waste, what a waste. My sis and I actually planned to do that whole running all over the place to look at sculptures. Instead, all we saw was the St. Peter's Basilica, the Colloseum, a lil tour of the city and our sweet lil dreams in the hotel. Yes, we chickened out of the heat and opted for a nap. [If we were to be real chickens, our feathers will all be de-feathered with just the aid of the wind]
We didn't get to see Bernini's or Raphael's sculptures. For example, that ingenious half angel half demon/skeleton sculpture of Lucifer which was in the movie. But I'm disappointed that they didn't show that awesome sculpture of Moses pointing his finger [in St. Peter's] in the movie.
And, I suspect they changed the outlook of the tomb of the popes. The staircase where the Carmelengo burnt himself? Hmm, I don't remember seeing that staircase at the centre, it was at the side if I'm not mistakened. Or maybe it's just the angle of the camera. I wished they showed more of the buildings in the height of their glory rather than just at the level of the car window.
My biggest regret? It's not walking to the Pantheon which was about 15 minutes [I think] from where we were waiting for the bus. That place, in the movie was just SO beautiful.
Nonetheless, I ABSOLUTELY love the soundtrack of that movie!! It was mysterious, dramatic, expressive, impressionistic and yet, you can't mistaken this tragic feeling about it. The best part? The solo violin was played by Joshua Bell!! Hotness!!! He's the same violinist who played for the movie, "The Red Violin". No wonder the music was so beautifully expressed!
The plot of the movie was better, the angle of the camera was better, even the actors look better! [Did I mention that the Italians in the movie were so much hotter than the ones that I saw when I was in Rome?] =D
I'll say it's a good movie. But the feeling of disgust when the preferetis were murdered was very much dampened compared to the book.
I really do not have any inspiration for this post. Ah, I need to get my touch in blogging back!!!
Gah, the exams sucked so much of life out of me!!!!
And, ever since I left blogging for a month or so, my creativity level and my level of language actually took a dive.
Oh, well, it's probably time to find that crazy part of me again.
It was forced to the background during the exam period. [Well, it took me 2 1/2 weeks to suppress it and with the realisation that Exams are just a week away and the fact that I've not studied a single word. Really, I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic.]
I just don't get it. When I don't have the opportunity to blog, I have so many things to blog about. But now that I've actually got time to blog, I can't seem to find anything to say.
Well, let's start with the movie "Angels & Demons".
I watched it on Saturday actually. And.. it was great!!!
It was SO much better than the Da Vinci Code which had a rubbish plot, horrible tag lines and atrocious soundtracks.
Whereas the current one, it's the complete opposite!!! I actually prefer it to the book!!!
But along with the movie, is the feeling of regret in me for succumbing to the heat of the Summer when I was in Rome. What a waste, what a waste. My sis and I actually planned to do that whole running all over the place to look at sculptures. Instead, all we saw was the St. Peter's Basilica, the Colloseum, a lil tour of the city and our sweet lil dreams in the hotel. Yes, we chickened out of the heat and opted for a nap. [If we were to be real chickens, our feathers will all be de-feathered with just the aid of the wind]
We didn't get to see Bernini's or Raphael's sculptures. For example, that ingenious half angel half demon/skeleton sculpture of Lucifer which was in the movie. But I'm disappointed that they didn't show that awesome sculpture of Moses pointing his finger [in St. Peter's] in the movie.
And, I suspect they changed the outlook of the tomb of the popes. The staircase where the Carmelengo burnt himself? Hmm, I don't remember seeing that staircase at the centre, it was at the side if I'm not mistakened. Or maybe it's just the angle of the camera. I wished they showed more of the buildings in the height of their glory rather than just at the level of the car window.
My biggest regret? It's not walking to the Pantheon which was about 15 minutes [I think] from where we were waiting for the bus. That place, in the movie was just SO beautiful.
Nonetheless, I ABSOLUTELY love the soundtrack of that movie!! It was mysterious, dramatic, expressive, impressionistic and yet, you can't mistaken this tragic feeling about it. The best part? The solo violin was played by Joshua Bell!! Hotness!!! He's the same violinist who played for the movie, "The Red Violin". No wonder the music was so beautifully expressed!
The plot of the movie was better, the angle of the camera was better, even the actors look better! [Did I mention that the Italians in the movie were so much hotter than the ones that I saw when I was in Rome?] =D
I'll say it's a good movie. But the feeling of disgust when the preferetis were murdered was very much dampened compared to the book.
I really do not have any inspiration for this post. Ah, I need to get my touch in blogging back!!!
Gah, the exams sucked so much of life out of me!!!!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wisdom Comes With Pain
It's no joke trying to grow a wisdom tooth.
Your gums have to slice itself to make way for the new baby tooth from underneath the gum.
And when it springs forth, it tears your sanity apart.
It clouds your thoughts with the pain. You can hardly function the whole day but think about the pain.
It's just the same with studying.
The pain of having to sit on the table, on the same spot for hours.
And having to push aside all distractions which will dampen the progress of your acquisition of wisdom.
And when you're so into your studies, it clouds your mind; you think of nothing but the subject that you're reading on the whole day.
It's such a pain to study sometimes. But the wisdom acquired is priceless.
Ah, damn backbone problem. At the end of the day, I won't be able to lie straight on my bed because that last disc will be so swollen, I'll be lying on it.
Like I said, Wisdom Comes With Pain.
Your gums have to slice itself to make way for the new baby tooth from underneath the gum.
And when it springs forth, it tears your sanity apart.
It clouds your thoughts with the pain. You can hardly function the whole day but think about the pain.
It's just the same with studying.
The pain of having to sit on the table, on the same spot for hours.
And having to push aside all distractions which will dampen the progress of your acquisition of wisdom.
And when you're so into your studies, it clouds your mind; you think of nothing but the subject that you're reading on the whole day.
It's such a pain to study sometimes. But the wisdom acquired is priceless.
Ah, damn backbone problem. At the end of the day, I won't be able to lie straight on my bed because that last disc will be so swollen, I'll be lying on it.
Like I said, Wisdom Comes With Pain.
Dogs
The truth is, this world is a world where dog eats dog.
The underdog eats his superior, the superior eats his underdog too. The only difference is how they do it.
Where a dog can fight his peer just as the change of the tide in the ocean. Where a dog turns away from his peer; leaving his peer to fend for himself just to save his own tail.
And we human beings think that we are above dogs.
But the truth is, we are dogs in our own rights.
Every man for his own. When it comes to winning, friendship and blood-ties dissipate like breath on the mirror.
Human rights, do they ever exist? Or is it just a playground for the manipulation of the rich?
The truth is, if you have money, you'll get all the human rights that you want.
Those who rely on human rights are those piteous underdogs who are trying to find a way to pin their superior down.
In the name of human rights, all rules are bent.
Where an unclaimable claim becomes claimable. In the name of human rights.
Is there justice in this world? Is there fairness? Equality? Loyalty?
The world reminds me of a pack of dogs.
The underdog eats his superior, the superior eats his underdog too. The only difference is how they do it.
Where a dog can fight his peer just as the change of the tide in the ocean. Where a dog turns away from his peer; leaving his peer to fend for himself just to save his own tail.
And we human beings think that we are above dogs.
But the truth is, we are dogs in our own rights.
Every man for his own. When it comes to winning, friendship and blood-ties dissipate like breath on the mirror.
Human rights, do they ever exist? Or is it just a playground for the manipulation of the rich?
The truth is, if you have money, you'll get all the human rights that you want.
Those who rely on human rights are those piteous underdogs who are trying to find a way to pin their superior down.
In the name of human rights, all rules are bent.
Where an unclaimable claim becomes claimable. In the name of human rights.
Is there justice in this world? Is there fairness? Equality? Loyalty?
The world reminds me of a pack of dogs.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Natural Talent to Annoy
It's true I possess such a unique talent.
I basically annoy people naturally. Or at least press on all the wrong buttons.
For instance, well, the more my mom/sis asks me to stop singing, the louder I sing.
Or I'll do the chinky accent at my sister, and she accuses me of causing her standard of English language to deteriorate.
I say the most girlie stuff to guys and make them walk away.
Or, I pretend to be all emotional and get people worked up along.
Ikram complained that I was overly courteous. And I continued with it for another 3 texts? =D
The results that I get?
Priceless facial expression/text expression.
I know I'm eccentric and twisted, but I somehow find it amusing for the time being.
It's probably the Exam Fever.
I basically annoy people naturally. Or at least press on all the wrong buttons.
For instance, well, the more my mom/sis asks me to stop singing, the louder I sing.
Or I'll do the chinky accent at my sister, and she accuses me of causing her standard of English language to deteriorate.
I say the most girlie stuff to guys and make them walk away.
Or, I pretend to be all emotional and get people worked up along.
Ikram complained that I was overly courteous. And I continued with it for another 3 texts? =D
The results that I get?
Priceless facial expression/text expression.
I know I'm eccentric and twisted, but I somehow find it amusing for the time being.
It's probably the Exam Fever.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Speaking About Walls
Writing Credit has officially driven me up and over the wall.
It needs no further explanation.
Just 4 words.
Tort, Rylands v Fletcher.
It needs no further explanation.
Just 4 words.
Tort, Rylands v Fletcher.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Betrayed.
Is this what the Law Alumni is for?
Where you betray your learned friends and leave them to rot in boredome??
Why did nobody call me to go out for lunch (but I don't think I will miss the conversation) and later ask me to go to Pyramid for Sushi King?? [I mean pharoah] And where everything was cheap!!! I have been dying for SASHIMIs!!!
Oh, but you all finally get to see my short parents. [Yes, you might be wondering how a short couple can come out with a tall gigantic daughter (who is still growing taller).]
Oh, and you can kill Maureen for telling me this.
I'll gladly give you the license. =D Honest!
[But it's Ok, I won't get to go anyway, because I will have to direct my mom to go pick my sis up or else she might end up driving to JB. She's extremely bad in directions.]
But still...
That lingering sense of betrayal is like the invisible veil which cannot be torn down!
Where you betray your learned friends and leave them to rot in boredome??
Why did nobody call me to go out for lunch (but I don't think I will miss the conversation) and later ask me to go to Pyramid for Sushi King?? [I mean pharoah] And where everything was cheap!!! I have been dying for SASHIMIs!!!
Oh, but you all finally get to see my short parents. [Yes, you might be wondering how a short couple can come out with a tall gigantic daughter (who is still growing taller).]
Oh, and you can kill Maureen for telling me this.
I'll gladly give you the license. =D Honest!
[But it's Ok, I won't get to go anyway, because I will have to direct my mom to go pick my sis up or else she might end up driving to JB. She's extremely bad in directions.]
But still...
That lingering sense of betrayal is like the invisible veil which cannot be torn down!
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