It’s that time of year again. If you are keen on finding out what exactly am I talking about exactly, this actually signifies a few things.
First would be semester break. After roughing our way through short-semester-hell, I think us ToA lags really deserve a break, regardless. Even robots need to rest to recharge their batteries.
Next would be the arrival of Christmas, which in a mind map I will draw a few more arrows out from the sub-topic. Victoria comes to Malaysia again, and we finally get to talk to each other, face to face. It’s a great (and hilarious) experience, what not I only get it once a year. Would you believe it that we actually bonded over a comment one of us made over Ulquiorra (Bleach) on my friend’s chatbox? Totally out of character for me, but hey, this shows that you can make friends anywhere. I also received a fabulous early gift from Julian yesterday. Fabulous because Xmas is a month away, and fabulous because I know what is inside the box! (: Anyway, thanks man. Are you like the Santa Claus amongst your friends?
The end of 2008. 2009 is just peeking over the horizon, which a boost of new things to come. But the main highlight for me are the movies. The great ones this year are all at the beginning to the middle of 2008. Lets hope that next year will be evenly spread out. But there’s this thing about trailers that I must say. Had it occurred to you that trailers actually rock the film? And sometimes they bore true to their word. Trailers are not just a tease to fill you in and max your anticipation and excitement for the movie but it also (in a way) gives you an insight into how good this movie may be and does it uphold your expectations. Book-to-film trailers always rock. Of course, it’s their obligation to do so. And then the movie sucked so bad, you would wonder what was the director thinking at all in the first place. Trailers lull you into a false sense of security. They make you feel like you are in this posh, suburban residential neighborhood with the freshly kept lawns and the bleached garden fences, etc. And then reality comes crashing in on you with the vulgarities of the truth. So if you wish to see a Harry Potter movie (not like anyone hasn’t yet) or perhaps the upcoming one next year, you may as well satisfy your inner fandom by watching the thrilling 2 minute full trailer and be done with it. You might even be more appeased with the trailer.
If you ask, how do I even know all this? It’s common sense. And experienced movie-goers will know. Not me, but I happen to know someone who is so seasoned, so weather-beaten that he is familiar with all the tricks of the trade. He even taught me some, but sadly I don’t think my brain held them all. He is the kind of person who know if a movie is good simply by looking at trailers (unlike me) and whose standard of “awesome” is way above ordinary bars set by ordinary people (like me). In fact, his standard is so incredibly high, 90% of the movies shown in theaters (yes I mean all the movies at the cinema) doesn’t meet his specs. In fact, he has reached the status of movie-reviewer although he doesn’t blog like yours truly. He is more content with narrating them face to face, so I suggested that he pick up video blogging. It suits him.
And since the webmaster of Stephenie Meyer’s site confessed that the movie is not as good as the book… you know what I’m trying to say.
I had to confront my personal demon today again. Not in a literal sense; you would wonder why am I still alive and well today if I did it again. That in my world, means having to rely on public transport to go to and fro to campus. Actually my personal vendetta against public transport doesn’t spread all the way to cabbies, trishaws, the works. It’s just one particular bus that annoys the life out of me, and I’m sure everyone else who takes it daily. It’s more of the driver actually. Already famous for making the headlines in the Metro section of theStar, this particular bus driver decides that he should make some more. Sometimes stuff go on Metro if people start complaining; this is just the reason. You know at the Asia Jaya LRT station, buses stop there to drop off passengers, take a break and then pick up more people and get on their way. This dude takes loooooooooooooooooooooong breaks. Just how slow do you eat? Surely not 1 hour or more? Are you powered by the slowest internet connection in existence? Or are you a robot so old that your battery power is reduced by 99.9%? Today was one of those really hot and unlucky days. I waited so long that my stomach was rumbling in protest, the sun was baking the road that I could almost see some kind of weird oasis, and my patience is running thin. Heck, it always runs thin when I’m waiting for this bus. When he finally drives the bus around the corner, I was ready to nuke the thing Jack Bauer style. I was prepared to pit James Bond, the ultimate human wrecking ball of all things valuable and expensive against his lousy, scrap metal bus and see what could he make of it. I was ready to set our awesome lecturer Mark Teh against him and let him do all the talking on behalf of everyone. I was totally ready to walk home. Except that I’d die of heatstroke. Now you know why I hate going home. Rephrase: going home by bus. That bus.
Aha, my perspective assignment is complete! I’m doing a crazy jig-in my mind that is. Upon looking at my classmates’ work today, I realized that I’ve been a complete nut. I shouldn’t have wasted so much time on sweating out over this homework, but then something in me replied that since I had free time at my disposal (this time), I might as well make the best out of it. And yes, the human in the background who is pulling back the curtains. There’s a long story to that. Because he didn’t look like that originally. I wanted to draw Victor, after all, I did take the room from Corpse Bride’s concept art. But a few minutes into his hair and gesture occurred to me that Victor is either going to look gay or not resemble Victor at all. What would you have done? I sprang into impromptu emergency correction mode. And simply drew him into another non human who happened to share the same coat and pants. Woopdeedoo. Sebastian is going to ask questions indeed. Even Timothy knows all about Sebastian now. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Consider it neutral. My persevering, do-it-all, know-it-all, able to put James Bond out of business, and eye-scorching husband who really does know that I like to read and likes Italian food. To top it off, we hate children together. I know, I should be feeling absolutely blessed.
Norah: (Refers to my bedroom drawing) So which side do you sleep on?
Me: Bullshit! DX
Which is entirely true. After all, I’m having no desires to share my bed with anyone. My sister used to kick the neighboring person in her sleep. Jason and I discovered that during Chinese New Year-many years ago. But you can say that she kicked us into a state where we have gone cautious and more wary. Enough to make oaths that no one shall share our beds next time. And very mature as it sounds, but technically Sebastian can’t ever sleep with me. Bonus point!
So hot the day was that while walking home I simply couldn’t resist stopping by 7-11 to get myself a Slurpee. Only heaven knows why this name was bestowed upon this drink. But even if I see Starbucks, I would willingly dish out the cash to get my hands on the sacred drink-anything to make the heat evaporate, or at least dissipate a little. Back to Slurpee. I realized that the cups made for the Slurpee drink is gone, replaced by the Big Gulp cups. But that’s not the point. I spotted a pile of cups that were pretty minuscule if you compare it to the other cups. Turns out that it was some new “mini Slurpee” that costs RM1. Are you serious? The normal sized ones cost me RM1.50! So which do you think people will choose? Best part was that it was only “available in Malaysia”. Why of course. Only Malaysia is nutty enough to go for such hare-brained marketing ideas. And if you buy this, and if you are Malaysian, you really are nutty. Go buy the big Slurpee lah.
I know the night is still early, but I feel worn. As if I’ve ran the marathon. So allow me to go and breeze around some more, peaceful stuff. No, I’m not with Sebastian.
If only we were in the same class again, that would be very gratifying. Miss talking to you. ): I really hope we can cross paths in S’pore.
