Think Link

Week's been slow and cold,so i'll put some interesting links up here instead:

-This video on YouTube,titled Sumpah Ikan Pari is allegedly what happened to a disrespectful son after he kicked his mom while she was praying.Freaky.

-Liked Sin City?Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino team up once again to bring us 2007's Grind House-each of them will direct one part of the double feature,Rodriguez with Planet Terror and Tarantino with Death Proof.The best part?-a double dose of Rosario Dawson.Can't wait.

-This has got to be one of the most 'simple yet superbly cool' sites-jacksonpollock.org.Click the mouse to change colours and refresh the page to start fresh.

-Meet Grumpy the cat,the most terrifying cat ever-here's a video of the cute thing screaming,and an article on Grumpy.The eyes.Something.

Some peculiar news:

-A priest drowns after attempting to repeat the biblical miracle of Jesus' walking on water.
For a parking space,one woman was sawed into half.

And some random articles and sites:

-So you've regained consciousness (Cracked)

-Feel like reading something new and different?-try Special Topics in Calamity Physics,basically a comedic murder mystery set in a North Carolina high school.Described as a "surprisingly seductive thriller",the site's one hell of an exciting ad campaign for the book.Speaking of ads,the release your inner geek campaign made me total sucker to buy those useless Berocca pills that costs me a hefty $11.95.

-Fans and readers of Lemony Snicket's gloomy,joyless and dark world,mark October (Friday) the 13th on your calendar-its the day when Book 13:The End finally arrives.

-Tickets for RCHP's 2007 Australian tour start selling today.

-Malaysians,get a cool,spunky 'Merdeka Band' for your site here.

Exams in a week,then finally some time to lay back during the holidays.As Paul McCartney said once,"Love is All You Need",and perhaps with a little optimism,a broader perspective on life and a slight tendency for naive optimism and cycnism,love might just work as the perfect cure.

Poem

Was watching an episode of House,where Chase' father came for a "convention",when really he had stage 4 lung cancer,had 3 months to live and wanted to spend time with his unforgiving son.Very emo,too bad i've no idea how it feels like to be in that position-anyways,it inspired me to write a poem.My poetry skills are unimpressive,but i'll try my best to try illustrate the pain i'm feeling towards some things through words.

This graveyard of impossible dreams,
where love and passion lie bleeding on the floor,
excited vains spitting out violent rivers,
and the red flows onto a colourless city,
and as they pass the darkened buildings,
they light them up to brighten such empty nights,
these tall buildings with red lanterns and blinking neons,
are the ones who live inside,
we are but mere ornaments to this world,
suffering in trying to articulate what we feel,
the questions that bring such turmoil,
can't you see the answers-
in the vicious flow of these waters,
in which clarity hides,
we run an endless race to nowhere,
so angry and filled with sorrow,
and our tears,
are the small streams that find their way,
to the vast red ocean.

Yes,i'm sorry for that headache that's starting to buzz up in your head-sometimes even when i read what i write i don't get it,but i understand what's written between the lines.The essence.The meaning.The life not in the words,but the confusing picture they try to paint.Anyhows,i should send it to a psych and get it analysed-till then,enjoy the great poetry that is life:)

Chains On My Feet

I was contemplating on which vid to put up here-the final two to decide being either the new promo vid for the 3rd season of Desperate Housewives (yes,i do watch) or the trailer for Elisha Cuthbert's upcoming thriller,The Quiet-but then i came across a clip of John Mayer playing Neon live,might be old stuff but music like this seems timeless to me.Urm,a note for all youtube virgins and people with slow connections,to see the vid uninterrupted press the PLAY button then let it go on for a second or two,then press PAUSE and allow the entire vid to load before you can play the whole thing without any freezes.And make sure you listen to John Mayer's latest single-Waiting On The World to Change,not his best material but definitely worth the listen.

I was surfing through different sites to see the new songs listed on charts or whatever so i could download (thus fully taking advantage of unlimited download privellege)-Evanescence' new single Call Me When You're Sober sounds like rubbish,so again i decided to go down the alternative bands road and search for new music i could possibly enjoy-OK Go,they've been there quite a while and lotsa people know them...for those who don't listen to A Good Idea At The Time and A Million Ways if you're in the mood for some jumpy music to dance naked to,then i found The Fray (pictured above)-deep lyrics,nice use of different instruments,average vocals but do try listen to How to Save A Life & All At Once,while waiting for the Arctic Monkeys,YeahYeahYeahs and Snow Patrol to produce new albums,listening to OK Go and The Fray,as well as the old songs from The Smashing Pumpkins and Pink Floyd will save you from eternal doom.

This promo poster for the third season of Lost was released a week or so ago,it'll start airing in the US early October,but considering how pathetic,slow and fucking retarded Australian TV is,it'll probably reach here in 10 years (if we're lucky)....we can see Desmund,the guy who previously looked after the hatch,in the poster-at the end of season two he pressed some button which made the hatch explode-but seeing that he's there in the poster,there's a chance he might still be alive,or they'll just bring him back in the flashbacks.Anyways,as long as we're on the topic of entertainment,watched The Shining with some friends today,the ancient horror flick starring a very young Jack Nicholson-at first it was between renting Nightmare on Elm's Street or Scream-but then i remembered someone's claim that The Shining was "the most scary film EVER" (how people blatantly misuse the terms Most & Ever nowdays),and when i inquired the shopkeeper if they had the dvd to rent he pointed towards the Best 100 Films rack,which lead me to believe the Stanley Kubrick flick was one helluva film-but let me tell you,i was MASSIVELY dissapointed,but i guess if you have the patience of a nun,or love for long,silent dialogues and ugly actresses with crooked jaws who play one-dimensional characters,you'd find the film great.Anyways we ended up laughing allthroughout the film,except one intensely horrifying part where Jack's character started reciting lines from Three Little Pigs while yielding a bloody axe,other than that it was a comical experience.

Its been a difficult week-both my personal life and school life (not that the two don't intersect somehow) have been turbulent-but the hols are in three weeks,and after next week when the drama performance is over and all the essays have been concluded at least i can take a proper breather for one day.But i'm sure there are others who have heavier troubles than my petty ones-like today,my father (that self-proclaiming hero) smsed me "I may appear all tough but all for your own good,someday you will appreciate''....if you have no idea what my relationship with my father is like,or what HE'S really like-don't start patronizing me with all that self-righteous bullshit....i had to say that,despite it sounding mean,to avoid people putting judgemental,unreasoned comments here...anyways,lets not get into the family troubles-back to people with bigger problems,i try to care for them and feel better that i'm not a refugee in some war-torn country or a malnutritioned orphan with AIDS somewhere,but i can't feel better just by depending on this feeling of utmost sympathy and appreciation-i just can't.It all feels horrible-despite me knowing how better off i am-its true what they say about pain,it doesn't discriminate,it doesn't leave anyone out,its universal and not fascist or racist.

You can keep your judgemental comments to yourself,or write it down and send it to nearest juvenile centre (might just receive a lollipop for it) where your pathetic attempt at improving society with your so called strong and morally-driven conscience will help you win that Nobel prize you've always dreamed of.I'm emo-very-if you're affected by all this,SORRY,please don't be-its just that i don't need another bastard throwing all those right & wrong concepts in my face right now-i need support,not judgement,i need a listener,not a parent,its not that i don't understand enough-its that i'm too tired of having to anymore.

Why can't we go on without having to define things-without having to keep reminding each other of what not to do and what to do-why can't we just enjoy the ride painlessly without being bugged by some overambitious miss teen math queen who's strict hold on righteousness might just be the fear of taking risks or being adventurous,why can't we walk free from all these shackles?

2:37

If you've ever considered taking your own life-then you are never alone.In America alone,30,000 people kill themselves every year and it is the 9th leading cause of death-and even if you haven't ever contemplated suicide or befriended one who has/is,it may be because you're not paying enough attention-the sorrowful,frowning teenager seems to disappear in crowd of laughing,joyful people.

Over the weekend,i saw Murali K. Thalluri's debut film,2:37-which premiered at Festival De Cannes and received 17 minutes of standing ovation there-and though i hesitate to say this,truth is i cried buckets both times i saw it.Briefly,the film starts of with a suicide scene but the identity of the person involved is not shown-hence we are taken back to the morning of that same day,and introduced 6 characters,each with a compelling & disturbing story (shown through out the film) and our task as viewers,is to try predict which of these 6 characters will end up killing him or herself. The film's rated 18+ for the gory suicide scene in the end and a violent rape scene towards the middle,but the film itself does not rely on these two small scenes to engage or provoke the viewer,but it is the characters themselves and their own stories that become the moving factor in this exceptionally amazing film.

There are six teenagers.

Melody-With her parents divorced and currently living with her constantly absent father,Melody is left alone at home with her brother-whom is later revealed to have sexually abused her.We see her finding out she's pregnant,and worse,not knowing what to do but cry,realising its something that she can't tell anyone about.

Marcus-Melody's brother,the family trophy-his father pushes him to get the best,he throws a tantrum when he finds out he achieve 87 for chemistry-and as a result of all the pressure,he turns to his sister,whom he has been molesting since she was 13,for release.

Sean-Openly homosexual,he's taunted by his schoolmates everyday and doesn't mix with anyone-he uses drugs to try deal with his feelings,and with his family refusing to accept him as person,he's got noone left to depend on.

Luke-The school jock's not only got an enviable physique and accepting girlfriend,but he's got a huge secret,which he tries so hard to keep but it only tears him up,and as a result he can only scream,be angry and frustrated at what he can't seem to handle.

Sarah-Girlfriend to Luke,she's bitchy,bullimic and tries hard to mantain her reputation as the school princess,on the surface she seems another one-dimensional teenage whore with too much ego-but we see that she does all of this only to keep Luke,whereas inside she's hurting as much as anyone else.

I know i said six,but the last character ain't interesting enough so i'll skip him-knowing the fact that none of you will watch this small indie film that won't show at your local cinema,i'll just spoil it for you-turns out neither of the 6 killed themselves,but it was another character introuced much much later,Kelly,whom we see brush against the characters and tries to befriends them but is pushed away like nothing.We see the teenagers deal with identity issues,social & parental pressure,loneliness & emptiness,and realise that any Tom,Dick and Harry could be contemplating suicide at any moment.

Everyone hurts,some more than others-but what's worst is when you've got absolutely noone there to talk to,or seek comfort from-because then.the world just seems so utterly empty and sad,and life just seems not worth going through all the trouble.

Nothing hurts more than being empty and alone.Which is why people hurt themselves with self-mutilation,some people need physical pain to deal with their inner turmoil-and its reall hard to understand why they're hurt,ask someone who is depressed and half the time they wouldn't know why-what's even worse is to have friends or family who can't seem to notice,so if you notice that a friend is feeling down don't hesitate to lend a helping hend-be there and listen,carefully.The world is hard enough with so many jerks and bitches around,with parents who only seem to demand their children achieve the highest point,and suicide really doesn't seem an irrelevant option for those who suffer but can't seem to stop the pain.

The heart is a wild creature

Pandora's Box

According to Greek mythology, the first woman was created by Zeus as part of the punishment of mankind for Prometheus' theft of fire.Pandora came as a poisioned gift for man,she carried with her several gifts received from different Gods,the most significant of these many gifts being a small box,which was never to be opened for it contained all the misfortunes of the world-but women,being the curious creatures they are-Pandora broke the rule and opened the box,releasing despair,crime,sorrow and all things evil into the world.


Askmen.com released their list of this year's 99 most desirable women,so this is where i enter with my share of protests,disagreements and what-the-fuck's.Firstly,there were more hits than misses-noone can complain about Elisha Cuthbert, Eva Longoria (here's a link to her must-see Maxim foldout), Gissele Bundchen,Uma Thurman and several other gorgeous A-listers being there,but i'm sure plenty of people have something to say about Roselyn Sanchez,Alyson Hannigan,Mandy Moore,or Haifa Wehbe being there.Surprisingly,for some daredevils who in the past year have experienced or undertaken the unimaginable,it only adds to their sex appeal-Natalie Portman made the top10 even after shaving off all her hair for V for Vendetta,Kylie Minogue still deemed sexy despite losing all her hair to cancer,and Angelina Jolie still growing even more sexier by the minute despite carrying an increasing number of burdens (UN,paparazzi terror,recent birth) is exactly why the citizens of Hollyweird seem so unreal.Furthermore,i got to know interesting facts about these girls-didya' know Jessica Simpson produced a line of edible make-up,Jennifer Aniston's success is largely due to her permanently-erect nipples and both Charlize Theron and Halle Berry were models before they became Oscar-winning actors?


And Jessica Alba is once again the most desirable woman in the world-and i really can't disagree,considering she's like,the friggin' sex holy grail for all men.She did justice to herself by first leaving that horrible show noone watched,Dark Angel,in which she played a lesbianish dominatrix whose main compatriots were a handicapped fucktard and a mutated dogman,then slowly established herself as a sex icon (replacing the beautiful Bai Ling) by starring in major blockbusters such as Never Been Kissed,Honey,Sin City,Blue Crush,Into the Blue-the latter three in which she was either a whip-bearing stripper or wearing a bikini all the time. She was the only thing which kept Unfantastic Four watchable and will soon be seen alongside Angelina Jolie and Samuel L. Jackson in the sequel to Frank Miller's Sin City.


Its shocking to see the flat-chested Kiera Knightley being acknowledged as sexy,when all i see are skin and bones-but thankfully Nicole Richie,the universal ambassador for anorexia and life-threatening skinniness was excluded-but i wonder what happened to Milla Jovonich,Kristin Cavallari,Victoria Beckham,Famke Jenssen-surely they're sexy enough for a mediocre list which has the less-than-average pedestrian-faced Bryce Dallas Howard in it?Oh,and yes that's Carmen Electra-all the pics of Kiera Knightley i found were possibly vommit-inducing,in both the ugly-twig and bullimia-inspiring kinda way.

After Pandora did all those naughty things,she was spanked nicely in the ass but few days later she opened the box again (they never learn!),at which point Hope fluttered out-and this is partly the reason,that there is always hope in times of evil.

Oh and i was kidding about Bai Ling.Obviously.Or not.Whatever.

Love Conquers All

Love conquers all.

And it hurts to love,we all know that (wanders in nostalgia for a moment,before snapping back to reality).Some live for wealth-collecting mansions and multiple trophy wives in the process,some live for adventure-the keen traveller,moving both physically and emotionally into different worlds fearlessly,some live for love-to just be with someone else,to yearn the feeling of being complete and to them everything else in life seems secondary to the importance of finding,and keeping this feeling (assuming it actually does exist).

Almost everyone knows that timeless Demi Moore & Patrick Swayze Ghost scene,or Richard Gere & Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman-and practically every girl i've met mentions The Notebook or Titanic as a personal favourite.So i'll opt for the road less travelled,introduce the scenes i think which are most romantic,from some films that are rarely mentioned or simply unheard of,and though most of the flicks mentioned here either tanked miserably at the box office or are generally considered uninteresting by most film critics,there are some scenes,or maybe just one,in each of them,which i find unforgettable.

5.Monster

Yes,i know everyone acknowledges this as the film in which Charlize Theron ditches her perfect good looks and wins a friggin' Oscar for it,but somehow amidst admiring her excellent acting skills people overlooked the film itself,and i don't blame them cos' honestly the movie wasn't all that great.But one scene-when the very lonely,sexually disoriented Selby (Christina Ricci) meets Aileen (Charlize Theron) at the skating place-where Selby is at first reluctant to dance cos' she's scared the people at school would tease her for being a lesbian and dancing with an old prostitute,but then Aileen pulls her in and says its okay -and they start dancing,at first nervously,but then carelessly,and kiss.Its not the kiss itself that's romantic,but beyond the fact that its two girls kissing in public and one of them looks superbly ugly,its the fact that both of them are simply two lonely people desperately seeking companionship and a reason to live,and when they finally find this in each other,nothing else seems to matter anymore.

Aileen: "All you need is love and to believe in yourself." [scoffs]

Aileen: Nice idea. It doesn't exactly work out that way. But I guess it was better to hear a flat-out lie than to know the truth at 13.

4. Jerry Maguire

Tom Cruise,before he became a huge icon and Spielberg's pet pooch,actually knew how to act-see A Few Good Men & Interview With the Vampire,and everyone knows Jerry Maguire.Everyone knows this scene.

Jerry Maguire: I love you. You... complete me.

Dorothy: Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at hello. You had me at hello.

3.Lost In Translation

Fantastic script,a simple yet amazing story-to top it all off,both Bill Murray & Scarlett Johansenn are remarkable performers.Two strangers,both enstranged by their partners and the foreign city,both bored and lonely (they hardly smile or show any form of emotional expression before they meet each other),stuck in the monotonous and fast-paced chaos of Tokyo,find comfort in each other,say stupid things but know nothing can ever happen between them.The final scene,when Bob (Bill Murray) is on the way to the airport in a cab,sees Charlotte (Scarlett Johansenn) on a nearby pedestrian walk,leaves the cab,runs towards Charlotte and they both kiss,say nothing,and part once again,but this time,forever.

Bob: Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?

Charlotte: I'm in.

2.Love,Actually

Watching the movie was torture,the whole thing was overstuffed with too many characters,sick cheesy dialogues and horrendous cliche moments,and there's that annoying mumbling so-called macho man called Hugh Grant in it-but i'd watch the damn thing all over again to catch this one particular scene.The groom's best friend,John (Martin Freeman),a silent,akward,peculiar character,falls in love with the Bride (Kiera Knightley) but knows better than to pursue his emotions-instead,all he does,is arrive on Christmas Eve to confess his love in an unconventional,romantic fashion -telling her all there is to say with huge cardboards written with these lines,one after the other.You can watch the whole part,here.

With any luck by next year,

I'll be going out with one of these girls

(shows cardboard with pics of beautiful,bikini-clad models )

But for now,let me say,

Without hope or agenda,

Just b'cos its Christmas (and at Christmas you tell the truth)

To Me, You are perfect

And my wasted heart will love you.

1.The Lord of The Rings:The Fellowship of The Ring

Tolkien's books were too much for me,but Peter Jackson managed to translate all that gibberish into a fine trilogy-yes,there were a million other things to look out for in the movie-the story with the funny men travelling here and there to try get some ring destroyed,the small battle scenes complimented with perfect scenery,and all those things-but one subplot,which i felt had risen above the many others-was the compelling relationship between Arwen (the gorgeous Liv Tyler) and Aragorn (Viggo Mortensen),and how their love was obstructed by the many things in between-and how both looked past these things as if they were nothing,and loved without holding back.And for one woman,to give up something so precious,irreplacable and invaluable (its IMMORTALITY fro God's sake!),for a man-is just something very few of us would actually do,so the question is-how much are you willing to sacrifice for love?

Arwen: Long years have passed. You did not have the cares you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?

Aragorn: You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.

Arwen: And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. [takes off her pendant] I choose a mortal life.

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So that's the end of this long,long post-hope it helped you readers in some way or another,maybe it helped you realise how much you treasure things,or what matters more-whatever it is-in times of hardship and sadness,just remember,

Love conquers all.

Sunshine Sleep

The traile here is for The Science of Sleep,Michel Gondry's upcoming flick,a follow-up to the Oscar-winning Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind ,the poster sure looks uninteresting but the tagline:Close Your Eyes,Open Your Heart makes me wanna see the movie.Again the director plays around with sleep,love and reality,like he did with Jim Carrey & Kate Winslet,toying fearlessly with the ideas of painful loneliness,difficult relationships and how both seem to seamlessly fit each other,before tearing apart into pieces of nothing.

The song playing towards the end of the trailer is Death Cab for Cutie's Your Heart is an Empty Room,which is a great song,anyone interested in more DCFC music i recommend listening to Forbidden Love,I will follow you into the dark & Fake frowns.

Its Gwyneth Paltrow,perfect hair and flawless make-up with a slight intentional smudge for the I Am African campaign-does this inspire you to donate?I guess pics of malnutritioned,abused and dying African children didn't get through and now they're opting for ads designed to look as if they're promoting a brand new eyeliner,lipstick or fashion accesory instead.

Update:A-HA!I knew i wasn't alone in this!click on this link to Gawker-Gwyneth Paltrow is a heartless bitch!

Garfield is believed to be dead.In one particular strip in 1989,Garfield is seen out of his usual cheerful,annoying self and actually dealing with serious issues-in this case,loneliness & death...This one comic strip has Garfield fans worried,with all kinds of theories being made-the storyline is set in the future,where Garfield wakes up to an empty home and says things like ''I don't want to die alone!'' and here's one quote from the same strip:''An imagination is a powerful tool. It can tint memories of the past, shade perceptions of the present, or paint a future so vivid that it can entice...or terrify, all depending on how we conduct ourselves today''...this website goes further,to prove that Garfield is indeed dead,which,i admit,does sound a tad depressing considering Garfield's one of the few comics i grew up with,but i'd be much sadder if Doraemon or the Rugrats died.

Who the hell invited Pussycat Dolls to Malaysia in the first place?!For Malaysian politicians to be roaring left,right and centre right after something takes place (instead of trying to prevent it-things seem to pass by them just like that) is just why the idea of being a politician in Malaysia seems so pathetic and unambitious to me.

Spank yourself hard for being so ignorant if you haven't heard about the recent terror scare in London-and by the time you read that article,the hourly updates would have brought in more info,and on a completely different but somehow related subject,critics and movie analysts are saying this big real-life could be an added advantage for Oliver Stone's upcoming 9/11 flick,which put forwards a conspiracy theory that says everything was staged by the US goverment.

Now for some random hugabugah

-If you have sometime,visit this site:AdMashup,pretty cool how they use ads made for one brand for a completely different product (eg:Honda to Playboy)

-Heidi Klum For Equire (er okla,not so hot),and this unmissable superduperdamndumb clip of Holly Valance doing wackety kungfu shit where she manages to kick three men down while armed only with a bathing towel,then catch her flying bra in time to cover herself.

-Poop candy,anyone?

Well that's it for now,i'll end with a snippet of the Alexander Pope poem from which the idea for Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind is taken from.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot

The world forgetting, by the world forgot

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

The Masquerade Ends Tonight

I just watched the final episode of Lost,and i'm gonna skip all that usual chatter about how Lost is such an incredible show,and tell you how i feel about this particular episode.The final episode felt dry,unlike all the previous ones which were mostly filled with suspensful dadadum and heaps of drama,but this one was the best so far for it proved that Lost,is above all a love story about two people.

I just typed a whole bunch of melancholy musings about life,loss and all that shit but figured Hollywood tearjerker films and Nicholas Sparks' novels could do that job instead,so back to my so-called life,today i rented 2 Tarantino flicks (Resevoir Dogs & Pulp Fiction-i figured calling myself a hardcore Tarantino fan would only be true if i'd have seen all his work) but my hopeless laptop pulled this can't change dvd region shit on me,so those dvd's had to wait and they had this poster sale @ union square where FIVE different Kill Bill Vol.2 posters were on sale,but they cost $20 each and i pity anyone stupid enough to pay THAT much for a poster (the same one's in Sungei Wang cos RM 14).

Australia being very mellow and populated with people who may seem unexciting,dull or dead even if compared to the eccentricity of the Americans,very few artists decide to perform here,especially in Melbourne where the graveyard feeling is most evident in the daily headlines-Taxi driver murdered,Model caught with drugs...crime doesn't get more univentive and mellow than this,hasn't the Kate Moss or murdered Bangalli taximan thing been done about a million times before?...a politician might look at all of this and nod excitedly at the Singaporean-ness of it all,but for an aspiring filmaker its just uninspiring,tragic and unspeakably blaghh..Back to the artists thing,i check out Ticketek to see which concerts i might just go to in these few months....Human Nature?Westlife?Youth Group?WHAT THE HELL WHO GOES TO THESE CONCERTS,and worse,with an exception of Missy Higgins,Sarah Mcleod,Kylie Minogue maybe and probably some others,Australian music is the sound of fingernails against a chalkboard to me.

My brain can't seem to concentrate on one thing for too long nowdays,and there seems to be a lot of negative energy wherever i go,so me blaming the country and all is probably another phase in my turbulent life,where in the past week i've been real down and feeling really shitty inside so anyone prepared to give me a lecture about what's good and bad and right and wrong should rethink.For one,i miss my friends at home-Chong/Li-Ann/Ali and all....the friends i have here never seem as actual friends to me,sometimes even the ones i think closest to me surprise me and unveil themselves as huge plastic dolls whom i can't bare to live with,and i wish someone would listen,or notice,or care,and i know its partly me shutting away from the world and refusing to open up and being pessimistic about everything that's bringing about all these issues,but waking up and trying to put on a happy face and bright attitude while looking at the bright side of life is just impossible for me...happiness to me suddenly seems a fictional concept,complete with jumping elves and winged ponies singing cheerful melodies,and with all this work piling up over my head and both my parents continuing to taunt me about studying and all that your future shit its just so fcking depressing,what's even more depressing is that i'm saying all this on this blog of all places,which gives you a clue to how pathetic,empty and colourless my life is now.

And,i have to be mean and say this....to those people,who claim to be friends but wear fancy masks instead,i have a special talent for sniffing out hypocrites,was kinda born with it,so don't come to me with all that friends forever bullshit or with a pitiful face asking if i'm okay,i don't need your pathetic fake sympathy face-save it for drama class will ya,and i don't need friends who are there only for laughs,those people i can find in sitcoms,if you call yourself a friend,BE THERE FOR ME,and its perfectly okay if you can't,but just don't come to me claiming you're a friend when you're really nothing even close to that.ONE MORE TIME ANY OF YOU FAKERS COME TO ME LIKE THAT i'm gonna stuff shit up your mouth and be really really mean about it-so choose a side:friend,or not a friend,and if you choose the former than be a real one,or else stay away,cos' i'm tired of trying to be nice to people whom i know for a fact aren't real,and i'm a good person really but everyone has limits.

Trying to clean my life from all the lies and people who manifest them in their ugly,rotten hearts.

Pics Galore

Saturday's been amazing,but my energy level's too low for me to go on writing-so here's some pictures for show and tell,some ol' & some new,all with their own stories to tell.

My bedroom wall back at home,and there's my precious Kill Bill Vol. 1 movie poster i bought from Movie World couple of years back-and somewhere in there is the Nokia 8800 mag ad,the phone's probably trash,but i remember those slick ads and the ones they showed at the cinema right before movies,it went something along the lines of:Rarely does man achieve perfection (complete darkness),but sometimes,(phone appears from dark velvet background,all shiny and bright),it happens.

Few weeks ago,three of us went to St Kilda beach,walked around and had hot choc-here's the view from my side of the window-of an eccentric,if not peculiar,duo whom i reckon live colourful lives.

Jan and I in an adult shop back when we were searching for a friend's bday present,i stumbled upon this-inflatable cow to do you-know-what.There are some very,very,very disgusting people out there.

Current state of my study table-turning my attention from this essay to that assigment,while Fiona Apple blares from the speakers,my fingers run across the scattered papers writing lines here and there,to typing on the keyboard,to switching songs on the Ipod every 10minutes or so-complete chaos.
This is entirely fictional,not true.Stephanie itself may not be real.Just wrote it down,took a pic of it for fun to annoy Siew Chien.

Lastly,chichi posing for the camera.Chichi is the grumpiest,most unfriendliest cat i've ever encountered-she never smiles,but once in a while she follows me around and doesn't mind posing for pics.She's aneroxic now and refuses to eat anything except catfood,which means the other two cats get two share chicken wings together.Someone please get her to eat.

i'll end on an off-track note this time-i ask everyone to listen to Fleetwood Mac's Gypsy and Dreams,these songs perfectly capture the idea of how gloomy my world seems now-adios!

Miserable Foetus

I have absolutely no idea who these women are,but that blonde one completely loses her cool while discussing the topic of Plan B, "an emergency contraceptive that can still prevent a pregnancy after contraceptive failure or unprotected sex and should be taken within 3 days,it can possibly reduce the risk of pregnancy by 89%"....all of us have our opinions of this controversial matter,with the the gov contemplating selling them openly behind pharmacy counters more stand to protest-and no need for me to rant about this issue,this short clip should provide you enough insight.

Today's math lecture was a sleezefest,and as you can see i resorted to drawing sketches on my notepad to prevent death from boredom.In one of my classes,there's this girl who comes forward as flawless-she has an impeccable accent,scores sky-high marks for every subject,and is envied,if not admired by many but upon closer inspection of the written notes in her file i've discovered she has the ugliest writing ever...which provided me almost one full minute of cruel satisfaction,and also goes to prove the universally-sound theory that noone's perfect.And Pochong,the math lecturer,was wearing some sort of red-blue christmas sweater which reminded me of Spiderman,and i've come to develop suspicions that the woman may be decieving us all by working as a teacher by day but is in fact Spiderman come nightime.

I stumbled upon this peculiar blog which background music was so utterly depressing i made it a point to always mute the sound while blog-surfing,which makes me wonder-which songs are the ones so depressing you'd feel like killing yourself there and then?All of us have our severely -down days,when the only understanding companion left to turn to is the music-so i've made a small list of songs i usually listen too during these troubling times,hopefully y'all will download them,store them in a playlist titled 'Down' and use it when necessary.For the few hours spent staying up after a break-up,death/loss,failure or something similarly unraveling.

John Lennon-Imagine

Bryan Adams-Heaven

Coldplay-See You Soon

Death Cab for Cutie-I will follow you into the dark

Stevie Nicks-Thunder only happens when it rains

John Mayer-Neon

Nirvana-Depressed

Johnny Cash-Hurt

Elton John-This train don't stop here anymore

As you can see,music-wise,i'm born in the wrong decade.Yes,i should probably put some encouraging motivational songs which lyrics go along the lines of 'I can survive anything' or 'I am strong and will keep walking on',but one who's been to the dark side know those kinda songs are complete rubbish and only manage to put more salt to the wound.Nah,i'm not feeling down,but like anyone else,i've been there plenty of times.

Links to news from the world:

-Badawi warns bloggers to keep their words true.

-50 greatest moments of Movie Sex,they forgot the Cruise/Kidman scene in Eyes Wide Shut and,anyone who thought Closer was even remotely sexy must've not reached puberty yet. Premier names the 50 funnniest movies of all time,i've no clue how Zoolander got in there.

-Heath Ledger as the Joker in the next Batman installment doesn't sound great,Christina Aguilera's GQ spread reminds us she's considerably hot and The Pussycat Dolls launch a new reality show to find a new group member.I'm still convinced the red one's a tranny.

Haish,i'm exhausted as hell,but Friday's coming and before you know it-its the weekend again!

Work?What work?