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Since last year, or was it early this year (???), I’ve been tormented by the Wall.E trailer, of which, the only information provided about the release date is, “Coming to cinemas near you soon.”
Wow! Like how soon is soon? I’ve been seeing the same trailer and gushing over it’s geeky cuteness for like months already?! Can it come any sooner?!
My eager anticipation led to a search over the Internet regarding it’s release date only to find out that it has been postponed from July 27 to August 28. Luckily it’s this year and not 2009. If not I really would blow up at Pixar or something and send a robot over there to wreck their company!
My search has also garnered some other information about the movie. Apparently Wall.E is an acronym for Waste Allocation Load Lifter Earth-class and the movie reached the number 1 spot during it’s first weekend of release in North America! Add that it has 96% approval rating on RottenTomatoes! Critics loved the film!
I’m darn looking forward to it. So much that I’ve tried to act like Wall.E in the trailer. Frequent movie buffs would know what I’m talking about.
Altogether now… WALL.E! (Or WAHHHH-LI! as the character says it.)
Someone has been searching for my blog. Specifically. Using my name, email and geographical location.
Wells. Not the first time I’ve encountered something like that; though it’s been ages since. And the last time was some hormonal-raging, pubescent teenybopper! Gosh. Don’t think I crossed anyone falling into that category recently. Or did I?
Or maybe it’s just some presumptuous, nosy snoop from somewhere? Or maybe that lecturer who just doesn’t like me? Or that pedestrian who saw me littering?
Lots of maybe’s… But that isn’t going to make me stop blogging or making my blog private or whatsoever. I don’t really give a damn really.
Since long ago, I’ve learnt that blogs are not private, not meant to be private and never will be private. So if prying eyes were to roam into my blog, it’s just the price I have to pay to put my thoughts on the Internet for my friends and like-minded people to view.
Besides, my friends would most probably already know my weird logic and like-minded people wouldn’t get pissed off by what I have written. So for those idiots who just want to find their way here and then find fault with me or judge me by the nonsense I spew here, I don’t really give a flying fuck.
Bah. The world is full of people who are too free and don’t know what to do with the excess time they have on their hands. I sincerely suggest getting a life!
Be warned! Spoilers ahead!
Joker!
Source: Movies-Films-MotionPictures
The movie was good!!! Or maybe it seemed good because I haven’t watched one in like eons, thanks to the avalanche of projects. But nah… I think the movie was fantastic because of the plot and all.
Out of all the superhero comics made into movies, Batman is one of my favourites (besides X-Men!) because of the darkness and satire that the other superhero movies do not have. Seriously, I’m not interested in the indestructible Superman and wishy-washy Spiderman. Let’s not even touch on like Fantastic Four and yada yada.
Batman movies has always been able to provoke me into thinking about the evil in the world thanks to their strange villains and Batman’s insecurities. At least he doesn’t deal with monsters and dinosaurs that will never appear on Earth. But fiends like the Joker and Two-Face are mentally unstable and the Penguin is smart! Those enemies are much more of a challenge!
Honestly, I was glad that Rachel Dawes died in the film. I don’t think I could stand it if both she and Harvey Dent survived. That would have been too much of a happy ending for me.
I wish I could see more character development for the Joker and Batman, that said, any movie longer than 3 hours would be commercial suicide. And the idea of a superhero without any superpower, just wit, cunning, martial arts and a vast amount of moolah in the trust fund is so sexy! Finally, brains over brawns!
All-in-all the movie was fantastic, worth even the weekend ticket price. Do watch it if you’re still considering. I love the Joker’s insanity. Gosh! His pessimistic take on the human race is so… Brutally honest. That you wouldn’t want to admit that it’s true even though you think so. It’s so hard to place hope anywhere after you’ve seen the things people are capable of in times of desperation.
Tsk. All civilisation and culture are thrown out of the window and barbarism takes over.
One of the most memorable scene was when this big guy in the criminal’s boat threw the detonator into the waters. Ha! Totally didn’t expect him to do that. Depicts lots of stuff don’t you think?
Anyways, after the movie, I found out some unpleasant things about some of my classmates, which I don’t want to believe. I just hope that they’re not what they seem like. Bitches. Sigh. Why is it that people love to play mind games so much? Maybe they want to spend more time studying so they’ll score higher marks instead of judging people they’ve never even talked to.
The Joker: “I am not a schemer. I show schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.” I wish I could also show them how pathetic and silly they really are.
Ahhhh… It seems my perception of humans are starting to get as bleak as the Joker’s.
You know the saying, “Money can’t buy happiness”? As much as I would like to disagree to that, everything in reality is proving me wrong.
That ice cream that makes me drool costs $1.50, the laptop I’ve got is about $2000 and my clothes range between $10 to $80. But for everything material, my friends’ company, the memories I’ve got, the times I spend in a nice place reading a book, the knowledge that my loved ones are well and healthy is priceless.
I’ve spend endless amount of time thinking, “What if one day, I were to lose all that I’ve got; would I still be as happy?”
Till now, I can’t give myself a definite answer to that. And that is torturous. To know I’ve succumbed to the materialistic goods society has brainwashed me into thinking I must own for the sake of my contentment.
The recent issue regarding Ren Ci Hospital didn’t do anything to increase my faith either. Even a religious figure gets tempted by money! Such is the power.
I hope he’s proven innocent. At least let me know that faith is stronger than the seduction of money and that there are people on this world who values love and hope more than cash.
I know I know. I’m supposed to finish my assignment which is due tomorrow… But the urge to write this is so strong I won’t be able to concentrate on my work if I don’t do this. Besides… Urges are perishable. Once gone, you’ll never know when it’ll be back.
During Gary Chaw’s concert last night, huge bouncy balls were released into the audience and from my view I could see everyone having fun passing the balls around. Everyone laughing and trying to just touch the balls and pass it on to some stranger.
How child-like.
I remember there was once I was craving for ice cream and when I ate some, I was almost delirious and a friend said, “You’re very easily satisfied aren’t you?”
So I need ice cream with caviar or gold dust to feel happy? That’s kind of odd. As we grow older, the more we seem to keep looking for something so out of our reach that we forget the easily-available simple pleasures that used to make us happy. Like how watching Ninja Turtles was one of the highlights of my childhood.
I understand the need to have goals in life to keep moving forward. But sometimes I feel so happy being the way I am now that I just can’t see how I can be happier even if I have achieved something. You know? That kind of top of the world feeling?
Maybe I’m aimless and complacent. But I don’t really care for anything more. My friends and family are by my side. Sure I pamper myself with the occasional trips but all that is within my reach. Every time I meet up with my friends I feel so happy after that, I don’t even know why.
I’m possibly too naive and too silly for my own good. If that’s what it takes for me to be happy, then I’ll gladly remain the way I am. I try not to hurt others and I try to live up to my conscience. Sometimes I feel sad but I know in the end, things will always work themselves out.
If I can have only one wish, I’ld just wish for everyone to try be as happy as they can. I believe that love only stems after we’re satisfied with ourselves and with whatever life we have, only when there’s is no hate that we can have peace.
To my friends, if you guys happen to read this, just thought you all should know that I’ve never forgotten you guys. A little busy I may be now but I’ll try to arrange meet-ups as soon as I’m free. For now, please be happy!
We’re all entitled to happiness, it’s just whether we want to let ourselves feel happy.
And I shall get back to my assignment… Ho ho ho!
That’s the name of Gary Chaw’s first world-tour by the way. I don’t intend to invite anyone into my world as of yet.
His concert wasn’t BAD, but it wasn’t FANTASTIC either. And if you’re in the middle, you risk being bland. Forgettable, in other words.
Gary Cao
Bad stuff first.
Somehow, the concert wasn’t packed enough. Not the people but rather the run down. There were awkward pauses and spaces in between so that caused the concert to be draggy and people’s attention to drift. Wish it could be more tight-knitted.
And the starting of the concert wasn’t high at all. The start of a concert is always important because it shows signs of the theme and creates expectations and the whole atmosphere. So if the start was a little slow, it would require more effort on the performer’s side to hype it up as soon as possible.
The singing was a little boring. Good voice does not equate to a good concert. Gary’s singing in the concert sounded like the CD. I was anticipating more surprises to his vocal techniques or some remix. I wouldn’t even have minded if he sang more of other artistes’ songs!
Now, the good stuff!
At least he didn’t sing off-tune or whatsoever. Despite bordering on being a little dull, anyone has to admit that the quality, overall is still really good. Better than a lot of artistes out there who can’t even get the right pitch and all.
Kudos to the sound quality. Maybe because the focus of the concert is his voice and he sings live, somehow the sound system was really good! I’ve been to *ahem*Mayday*ahem* concerts which almost made me deaf thanks to the lousy systems which didn’t do anything good for Ashin’s shaky vocals.
I like the stage and the costumes! The gloomy chair, wings made of fairy lights, metal gate that is commonly used in kopi-tiams of the past. Bell-bottoms, skin-tight tops, sequins, colours! All reminiscent of the disco era in the 70’s! I like! Now, I feel like donning my bell-bottoms, an afro wig and bob along to the songs of Bee Gees and the Jackson Five!
The bantering. You know how some popular artistes just come across as fake? Saying the same old frivolous stuff over and over again just to patronize their fans. Gary Chaw isn’t like that at all.
His interaction with the audience came across as sincere, humble and funny. Albeit the preachy tone, it was very earnest. He seems like a pretty random sort of person, hopping from one topic to another, saying whatever that comes to his mind. Thank god I didn’t have to hear another “Singapore fans are the best!” or “I love Singapore!” that sort of disgusting comments.
His body. Well, he took off his shirt at the end of the concert. I’m not complaining since he has a buff bod. Paid $131 SGD, might as well make the most out of it.
Wells, overall I would rate the concert a 6.5 out of 10. Not the best concert I’ve been to, but I definitely don’t regret attending it. I think concerts improve with experience so I’m kinda looking forward to his next one. Hope it won’t disappoint me.
Now… I need a martini with some jazz and blues, thanks to him singing Frank Sinatra’s songs. Reminded me of how my dad used to play those vinyl records of his and Bing Crosby. Gosh. I love jazz and big band.
And that will have to come AFTER I’m done with an assignment that is due on Monday. MAJOR dampener.
I’m taking time off my really packed schedule of deadlines to grouse about my current school because I just can’t take the way things are done around here anymore.
I’m currently a full time tertiary student of the private institute, Kaplan APMI, undertaking a course in bachelor of commerce with double majors for marketing and hospitality. It’s only the first semester and I’ve never regretted my choice more.
As we all know, private education institutes are infamous for the huge proportion of foreign students. I’m not doubting the standards of all the foreign students or the hard work they put in, but fact is, some of them come from rich families and their focus is not on getting good grades and working with them for any project is a chore because they expect to free-load off you!
Then the lecturers choose groups for you in an attempt that comes across as trying to balance the extreme standards of the class and try and help international students. I don’t mind people who don’t understand or are of a lower calibre. What I can’t stand is people who just don’t put in effort. Unfortunately, they are everywhere, locals or foreigners. I don’t see why should I work hard to help someone else score high marks on a group assignment. I really don’t.
My course fees are about $21,000 in total. Not too expensive I would say, as compared to other courses. But the school’s personnel comes across as leeches who just drop off after they’ve had their fill of your blood. Or in this case, your moolah!
The course managers just come and go and only stay when you threaten to complain to higher authorities or even the media. They don’t seem to sense the urgency of our issues and view everything with a laid-back attitude that is totally helpless. Why do we need course managers then? If we are to settle all the issues and uncertainty we have with the school ourselves?
Some unit coordinators just don’t seem to have the chemistry with the local lecturers, as such there are double standards and varying expectations imposed. Despite late provision of the case study and wrong textbooks, deadlines are still dumped onto the students without any leeway for extension. What the fuck is this?
So full time students have all the time in the world and yet have to meet all the deadlines that are mysteriously crammed into the same week. And no extensions even if the school was the one who screwed things up for us right from the start.
Information is thrown to us at the last minute. Such as an extension of a project on the original date the project is due. Yes. That assignment was the one the school fucked up and they only give an extension on the day of submission? When most people have already sacrificed time studying for the test the next day and another important assignment the day after just to meet the deadline?! How is that even reasonable?!
Singapore is aiming to be some kinda education hub. My ass. They still have an EXTREMELY long way to go if the schools here continue sucking up money the way they do now. The fees are unjustified for the lousy service and bad time management. Rich foreigners who seem eager to get their children a “western” degree are dropping their brats into schools here who are way too eager to earn the money that they don’t bother if the standard of the classes are contaminated.
Unfortunately I’m not that rich and as much as I really regret studying in Kaplan, I have to continue because I can’t afford to change courses or schools and pay another exorbitant amount. Moreover, after this incident, I’ve stopped believing in the efficiency of local private institutes and I don’t want to waste any more money on a school that will possibly turn out like Kaplan.
Fuck it. Really. More transparency of schools and some kind of uniform standard has to be put in place to provide local students and their parents with a list of private institutes they can trust and really treat as a school.
That people start loving or realizing that their friends and family loves them only after they meet up with them or when their relatives and loved ones cheer them up or buy them some gift or something?
Why can’t we just love each other for no reason at all? Just because we like each other’s accompaniment! Just because we like to laugh! Just because we share the same interests! Just because we have a secret habit of picking our nose in public!
Just because!
Why is that that people want love to be reciprocated anyways? What is it that makes us so scared to get taken advantage of that we even ask for our love and friendship to be equal? The amount I give must equal the amount I take back. More is good but never less.
Just thought I should let my friends know I love them just because!
And just because my school has already earned our money and not care about our pass or fail, they are bombarding us with impossible deadlines that I’m sure I’ll be dead by the time I meet them.
Just doesn’t seem to go away. Like emotional pain.
It’s been a few weeks but still… I feel the loss around me.
I wonder. What’s it like after death. Is it really like Eden? Green, green grass. Where the field joins the blue sky. Only warmth. Only joy. Only love. At their purest.
And whilst the paradise-dwellers bask in pleasure, do they know of the devastation they have left?
For someone resting in peace, there’s many more out there learning to deal with the heartache.
And if they say Time heals all wounds, then Time also leaves scars.
That is why death only gives the living pain and the dead, peace.
