MacDemons

Yes,that is a slightly disturbing picture but weigh that against the amout of sex displayed on a single episode of Nip/Tuck Season Four and this seems like nothing.Forget my previous praise towards the people at the Mac Service Centre,as i went there today to finally collect my broken Ipod which they simply refused to replace or repair (fucking big corporate companies with no soul!)i discovered that Australians,depite how they are often described,are at times the meanest bastards.Fucking Anal Cunts!

Sheesh.

Fresh from my memory,below is how the 'incident' progressed:

(Al enters store with a gleaming smile,remembering the kind teenage soul behind the counter he had met a week ago,who had promised to replace his broken Ipod,only to fnd noone there-finally a large man turned up,from now on he will be referred to as FA.Fucking Asshole)

FA: Yes,what do you want?
AL: I called this morning and was told to come and collect my Ipod (handing him a sheet detailing service job num & so on)
-disappears into office,Al hears him shout some vague order to another colleague-FA reappears to hand me my broken Ipod
FA:Well,we can't repair or replace it (starts walking back to office)
AL:BUT,what do i do with it now?
FA: (grumbles,turns around) Did you drop or purposely spoil your Ipod?
AL: (thinks ''well yeah,but i can't tell him that!'') Nah,itjust happened.
FA: Nah,see this (angrily points to an old bump on the Ipod) no doubt you dropped it.You'll have to bring this to Apple,go online and find help.If we help you with this,Apple will send us a bill of 600 dollars.We can't help you,now get out of our store.

If i had been a 70 year old woman with a heart problem i wouldv'e died right there and then from the shocking encounter with this rude fucktard,but being an insignificant nothing with powers or rights whatsoever i chose to walk out the store,fearing an argument would only lead to a pointless battle between all the staff of the cursed service centre and helpless me,in which i might not have come out alive.

So i did what every powerless minority would do,go back and send complain emails to both Apple Australia and the store manager,albeit knowing doing this was absolutely futile i was secretly anticipating a large hamperfull of chocs and goodies that would come with a 'sincere' apology.But worry not,vengeance will be mine soon you greedy,heartless,mean corporate devils.
Moving on.

Read a fantastic book yesterday.I rarely use the word 'fantastic' to describe books-in facti've only used it only once in my life to describe Sue Townsand's 'Adrian Mole & The Weapons of Destruction'...Paul Coehlo's 'Veronika Decides to Die' tells about Veronika,a seemingly happy and undisturbed 24 year old girl whose unexplained suicide attempt takes her to Villete,a mental institution where she meets 3 peculiar characters who forever change her life.To say this book was amazing or breathtakingly moving would sadly be an understatement-this book has made me think,for real,about life,friendships and what happiness means to me.Seriously,'Veronika Decides to Die' is an absolute must-read,unmissable and incomparable to any other book of the 'life stories' genre (if there is such a thing),no doubt one of the best books i have and will ever read,and not because the subject matter dealt with is something close to heart,but because it is genuinely a fantastic book.

On the other hand, i can't giev similar praise to the previous book i had read before that,John Grisham's 'The Rainmaker'.What a tiring drag that was.Speaking of John's-this is pathetic-bought tickets to John Mayer's upcoming concert in November,so i've been doing my homework by listening to all his new songs from the album Continuum (his old songs have been with me for a long,long time)-and they're much different from his older songs,more blues than pop or light jazz,not in his best element but its pretty good.From one of the songs on his new album,an excerpt~

Do you love me,or the thought of me?

Psst.Paris Hilton's new vid is no surprise-panties,horny teachers,hints of paedophilia,but it has almost 5 full seconds of Elisha Cuthbert.

Having a bbq bukapuasa feast with Syaza & Sha tonight,as part of my one-man 'Cook & Save Heaps' Campaign which has been going on smoothly for the past week,where i've experimented in doing two new dishes,both which turned out delicious.School starts next week,usually it would be a feeling of dread,slight regret from not fully utilising the holidays and an incomprehensible feeling of wanting more free time but i can safely say the holidays have been great,plenty of exciting stuff done and for once i'm leaving the cruise ship satisfied and joyful for the ride.

It's been an exhausting three weeks,eventful.I will remember this time as the definitive period of college life.

Movie Game

Been spending a lot of time doing this.

After an hour i got 40 and gave up-complete answers provided here,& hints (and some answers) posted in the comments section here.

Must listen to John Mayer's Slow Dancing in A Burning Room & J Timberlake's My Love.

Good Luck.

Kitten

Chichi gave birth to this cute lil' still-unamed kitten-it has the coolest ears (but i'm not too sure about the missing tail,or if that's normally how cats start off),which i hope my sister Ivana will look after so it grows up well and healthy.Chichi's the grumpy one of the bunch,and i bet this one's gonna be another pain in the ass.By pain in the ass i mean refusing to eat anything then rolling around the floor acting all grumpy for attention.These cats are such diva's.Well,at least they're cute.

Read this article-its short but dense with potentially dangerous ideas,but i admit there is some logic to it.Relating to religion and its influence on war,i watched an interesting episode of Law&Order where an Arab woman killed a retired soldier and claimed to be innocent because 'it is not wrong for one soldier to kill another' in what she perceived was a war between Islam and America.The case almost went out of control,the White House and US Army getting involved-but the lawyers and politicians managed to contain the chaos and turn it to another normal everyday court case-there was one line the lawyer representing the prosecuting team said that got me thinking:"They twist and turn the very fundamentals of their religion to accomodate personal vendetta's then shape justice into what is most convenient to wipe out their wrongdoings."

Noone's completely innocent here.Keyword being completely.

Only kittens are innocent.

More updates to come.

The Devil Wears Prada

The Devil wears Prada is an adaptation Lauren Weisberger's book by the same name-which tells the story an aspiring journalist,Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) who finds her way to the job ''that a million girls in New York would die for'',as the personal assistant to the notoriously sadistic and heartless editor-in chief for Runaway Magazine,Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep).

The movie starts and progresses in a predictable fashion-it begins as a highly-stylized film about fashion,accompanied by the trendy,thin women with edgy one-liners,a world in which akwardly-dressed Andy feels inadquate for and alienated.But for the film to continue and end in such similar pattern would ultimately result in a shallow,weak film without plot or story-therefore we see that the writers have cleverly inserted lifelessons along the storyline,mainly presented by the two primary characters and their responses to the incidents which occur,but the story still lacks power as a film.And by not even watching the movie we can almost predict what happens in the story just by knowing the premise alone-we've seen similar things happen in such movies with the same storyline.

And the predictablity does not end there,heck it hasn't even started yet.By merely knowing the basic storyline we can accurately guess what happens-Andy DOES have a huge makeover,Andy DOES turn into someone she's not,her friends DO leave her saying ''this is not the Andy we know'',and poor Andy DOES regret doing so,and finally Andy DOES leave the job out of sudden realization about real happiness and all that bullshit.

But not all is ruined.

Thankfully,performances by the amazing Anne Hathaway and Meryl Streep manage to keep us laughing and entertainedby this otherwise meatless movie-these actors manage to bring depth and breadth into characters which were originally one-dimensional and dull:Anne Hathaway portrays a strong (albiet a bit undecisive and unconfident) unlike the helpless and victimized character we expect to see,and instead of a loud,intolerable psychobitch as Miranda we see a woman whose presence of fear is induced through small,soundless but extremly powerful shots-a lifted eyebrow,a tilted head,a slight glare shrieks with coldness.


We start to become genuinely interested when the story takes a dive into deeper levels-from being horrified we start to sympathise with Miranda,when it is revealed that she is in a lot of suffering,and that her inhuman behaviour is none other a shield built to protect herself from pain and also a job requirement .One particular scene intrigued me most-when Miranda and Andy are in a limosine in Paris-they have a conversation that changes everything we've begun to believe about them-you think you know the characters so well until this scene-in which Miranda reluctantly confesses she ''sees herself'' in Andy,who,with Miranda's assistance realises that she's not the innocent or kind-hearted person she believes she is.

This movie won't change your life dramatically in any way (e.g:the way Pulp Fiction inspired me),and you'll probably forget about it in a week after watching-but it is enjoyable to watch good actors perform,and if you allow yourself to enjoy some light-hearted comedy without being overly critical or unaccepting you might just enjoy this movie-which,despite its many flaws received an average rating of 78% from RottenTomatoes-i found that the killer cast managed to sustain this boat from drowning,but the music choices and arrangement (Alanis Morrissette and KT Tunstall for a film like this?) and unashamed predictability was a straight thumbs down for me.

But.considering the book was awful to begin with (chic lit i can handle,this was something else),the film's quite an achievement.

The Devil Wears Prada was released in the US twenty decades ago,and opens in Australia on the 28th of September.

Technosexual

Something very unfortunate happened yesterday.Mr Ipod died.Lets all grief for five seconds before moving on.

After falling 3 metres down from the gym locker the screen went blank and after two minutes a tiny picture of a small ipod with a sad face appeared-i rushed home to quickly see what the Apple site had to say about this peculiar occurence,there they posted several steps and guidelines to follow but all attempts at resuscitating Mr Ipod proved to be futile.I starred at the ipod for several seconds,and remembered how much persuasion went into coaxing my mum into buying it,and the many places it has followed me around as a faithful companion along with the many tunes stored inside which kept me warm in times of boredom and loneliness.

But mac pc's suck cos they're so hard to use.I hate them.Bah.

So Sha and I went down to Flinders street where the Apple Service Centre is located,and upon entering the store i recieved a sharp,piercing look from a blonde woman who was queing up for her turn.What happened next was unshocking-in what seemed to be an act of vicious kiasuness and shameless racism (i'm sure she would'nt have done the same if i wasn't a foreigner) she held both her arms up wide open to indicate that she was next in line.I proceeded to give her my best ''piss of you fugly idiot'' look and whispered some ludacris curses under my breath to which she responded to by flicking her long hair in my direction.Anyways,forget that bitch,the incoming nemesis had me more worried-the fast-talking teen behind the counter looked threatening,he looked like one of those people behind service counters who'd give million excuses to why they won't or can't replace your broken item-so i productively spent the entire two minutes waiting in line conjuring fake reasons that would convince the threatening teen to replace my broken ipod.When it finally came to my turn at the counter i was ready to shoot reason number one to three (before moving on to my final winning conclusion that would reinstate the fact that the ipod is wholly to blame for being broken and not me)-but when he asked ''what's wrong with your ipod'',i simply answered ''there's a sad face on it'' and miraculously,he took the ipod and sealed it in a white transparent bag and told me to come back in exactly 10 days to collect my brand new ipod.BLOODY IDIOT.Mwahahaha.It didn't require me to even lie to get a new ipod,thanks to this incompetent and lazy teen who was too busy sucking his lollipop to worry if i was actually to blame for the damage done to Mr Ipod.So i'm getting a brand new one soon-hura hura!

Hence the celebratory (is there even such a word?)mood!-coincidentally it was Jasmine's birthday yesterday,when we went out to Sofia for a fantastic (delicious+cheap=rare combo) meal after which we went around camwhoring as to have some fun laughing madly and taking advantage of Sue-Mae's camera which does wondeful miracles to us unphotogenics.Again i must say,that might not be a real word.Blagh.

We found this magic pole,where our inner dirty poledancers came out full force to pose and act all slutty-apparently i'm naturally not that slutty,since i don't look much like a poledancer in this picture.Well as i see it today's post has taught all of us three very unimportant lifelessons-

1.If you have a broken Ipod bring it to the service centre on Flinder's Street where the teen behind the counter will agree to replace your Ipod without question.

2.Too much calamari can cause temporary insanity.

3.Must listen to Sandi Thom's ''I wish i was a punk rocker'',Fergie's ''Fergilicious'' and Snow Patrol's ''Chasing Cars''.

The third one wasn't supposed to be there,but heck they're such great songs they belong on any list-and i'm starting a fund for the building to install some of those automatic spray anti-smelliness things as to prevent the corridors getting all stinky due to the effect of ''indians who smell like rubbish and are unaware of the invention of perfume walking around'' so have a heart and contribute some money for this worthy cause.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air

I was born too late into a world that doesn't care

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

Tatachos!

Silent Hill

Last Sunday,i followed the peeps to watch Silent Hill-which,incase you didn't know,was based on a popular video game,and today's post will be about me reviewing the film so skip this if you don't give a rat's ass.

Despite being given a meagre rating of 27% on Rotten Tomatoes,and critics basically hating it,i can tell you for sure this is one helluva horror flick you would not want to miss.First up,i was shocked even before the film began when it was shown that Focus Features,a big film studio known for producing successful arthouse films (most which i love) such as Eternal Sunshine & Lost In Translation,was behind this film.Shocking indeed.There are some genuinely horrifying scenes that will leave you speechless in shock-and fans of the game (as well as viewers in general) will be able to spot the obvious flaws in this otherwise memorable flick namely the confusing plot and the messy script-however,despite this,the film still managed to leave me impressed albiet suffering a tiny headache due to the several plotholes and unanswered questions about the story (which are dealt head-on in the comments section of the review posted here).The camera-work and sound effects in this film are noteworthy,but the editing department could've done a better job by leaving out certain scenes i felt were slowing down the story-apparently the script was changed after several producers realised there were no male characters in the story,therefore the role of Sean Bean as Rose's husband was newly added and we see his character is nothing but an uneccesary addition to the cast,and although he helps unravel the mystery of Alessa and Silent Hill,all that could've been done in a smoother way without his aid.The creatures/monsters in this film are some of the most scary villians i've ever seen on film-the faceless undead,a man with a pyramid thing on his head yielding a large sword,and the way the entire city turns from normality to absolute horror everytime the alarm sounds-i'm not sure you got what i meant,so go watch the film to fully grasp the effect of this film.

Yes,if that qualifies for a movie review.Anyways,what made my day was stumbling across a poster promoting John Mayer's concert here in November,which i will hopefully attend if nothing else gets in the way.

My head's spinning faster than a broken carousel-oh,and yes,now that i remember,to the stinky Indian guy on the first floor who smells worse than a lorry full of garbage please get some perfume before people start stereotyping Indians and smelly curry-vendors,which is something very unjust and wrong.

My head is spinning.Hence the broken trail of thoughts and confusing structure my sentences have adopted.Since everything here is already in pieces i might as well follow the recurring order and write about nonsensical random stuff,which effectively portrays the disorder and unstablity my life undertakes sometimes.I just started watching Rockstar:Supernova,too bad Lukas won-Dilana had much more spunk and seeing her perform was really enjoyable.Thanks to Syaza,i've been watching episode after episode of Arrested Development-which i reckon is one of the most underated comedy shows out there,too bad its been discontinued (isn't there some petition somewhere i can sign to get them rolling again?).I'm performing a cleansing ritual for my life-i'm cutting off all the people who bring negative influences and i dislike for certain reasons,i'm trying to make things better.Been reading all the bad reviews for Zach Braff's The Last Kiss,which is probably a horrible movie (i mean,c'mon,there's that girl from The OC who can't act) but surprising considering Garden State was such a beautiful,moving film.Please listen to Camera Obscura-i need someone to share my love for their music with.The Simpsons stopped being funny decades ago,thankfully they invite over awesome celebs to be part of the show-White Stripes does Simpsons.Grey's Anatomy has officially become dull-too much trying to stuff in too many relationship problems and with every character in the cast having all sorts of problems the show tries too hard and ends up losing focus and my interest-so now i have nothing to watch,except Border Security,which despite how pathetic it sounds is the higest-rated show in Australia.My head is spinning.

These songs are the ones spinning in my head:
The White Stripes-Walking with a ghost
OK Go-Here it goes again
Rinocerose-Cubicle
Dilana-Roxanne
Craig Sharpe-Meant to Fly
Cokelat-Bendera
Camera Obscura-Let's Go Bowling

My head is really spinning now.Its a circle of drunken birds spinning around the corpse of a respected ancestor.A broken TV antenna with crappy signals coming in.A cup of coffee accidentally mixed with facial cream.

My head is spinning.And so is the world and everyone,in a brutal tango of pain and eternal sadness.

Spin,world.Spin.

Tick Tock

Mom sends me letters all the time,often they're not the usual ''how are you's'' and sarcastic ''i still exist'' bunch of letters,but-from this point onwards the post has been edited cos' i felt the stuff i wrote could cause a sentimality overdose,anyhows yeah here's a poem written on the card mom sent me few months ago.Its her way of saying,well,from reading the poem i bet you could figure that out yourself.

Do not stand
on my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I did not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken
in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand on my grave and cry,
I am not there;
I did not die.

Yes,sappy stuff people.Went shopping again today at Smith Street,almost spent $100ausd but too bad the shopkeepers shoo-ed me out before i could pay cos' the shop was closing.Thinking back,those mean bastards did me a favour by getting in the way of me buying those volcom shirts cos' they were damn hedious.One thing particularly different about that area of the city is that the restaurants and cafe's there have a longer list of cheap appetizers,they spend more time preparing the meals and you see more cushions reserved for patrons than hard,cold plastic chairs-which is probably because people in the city have to find time from their tight schedules to have lunch or dinner,hence the many fast-food stores where you can get lousily-prepared burgers for less than $5-briefly,the clocks in this part of town move slower and so do the people.Which isn't a bad thing,except maybe if there's a fire or something.Relating this to old horror flicks,they're more draggy and there's tons of suspensful build-up before something big happens-like say,The Shining (which we watched couple weeks back and definitely did not enjoy),if compared to modern thrillers like The Excorcist,or even Pontianak films,where we get pissed off if the villian/ghost does not appear fast or someone does not die within 30 minutes-that's how we've changed,people back then had the time to sit back and enjoy slow-paced films and breath their way through life,while we struggle to become lawyers and doctors who instant coffee and 'carreer-first' all the way to old age.

And then we regret.

So people,make the most out of your lives.Its going to be a short journey.

Nightmares

Been having these awfully freakish nightmares for the past few nights-where,unlike other dreams,i wake up perfectly aware of them (usually i only recall them by accident hours later) and the feeling of dread and despair lingers around for a few minutes before i realise the nightmare isn't real.Yesterday's was the goriest by far,but before i talk about that i should mention the fact that separates these nightmares i've been having from the normal,common subconcious adventures i usually have:they play around what has or could've been real events,and real people,family members are often involved and they pry on my darkest fears,there is always a feeling of helplessness and woe,and i can't forget them as much as i want to.Getting back to last night,it was one horrible nightmare where i woke up back in Malaysia following a scream i heard downstairs,which upon inspection,turned out to be one of my uncle's (no idea what he was doing there,shouldv'e been back in Kelantan) and suddenly i lost control of my body and before i knew what i was doing,my hands were covered in blood and i was standing above what seemed like my uncle's headless body whose intestines where all over the place with the blood quickly streaming across all areas of the room.I honestly have no clue to why or how these horrible nightmares find their way to my head,and why they've been occuring-but then again considering half the things in my life are unexplained and depend on my trust towards blind faith and unknowing,maybe its not so bizzare after all.

Went to the Chadstone One-day Spring Sale with some friends yesterday,most of my time was not spent browsing clothes but thinking,wondering and pondering over random thoughts as i repeatedly went around the many racks of pretty items yesterday:ended up buying some stuff from Dangerfield and Mooks,where,somewhere between checking out flip-flops and mindlessly trying on jumpers i found inspiration for what will be my first horror film.Seeing the myriad of shoppers going in and out of stores thoughtlessly,the idea of fear thrives and feeds on the absence of suspicion,or expectation that anything can go wrong-people walk on defenselessly without any hint of upcoming danger,and when calamity finally strikes them off-guard,it is here the value of entertainment is heightened when we are most anxious to see their responses and how well they can manage to solve what is almost definitely an inevitable fate to die.At this point i pause from typing and look back at my first paragraph about eerie dreams,and somewhat find a vague connection that could possibly hint at repressed inner savagery or something.Erk.Anyways,the film,which will hopefully be made in 10 years or so (after completing my education,giving me plenty of time to improvise the ideas),and derives advocacy from the same concepts that made Saw,The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Silent Hill (more of the game than the flick,which i haven't/don't intend to watch) original and wildly entertaining.
Just dreams to keep my brain occupied,diverting me from the many sad,gloomy thoughts of the even darker thing called reality.

-Psst.Here's a compilation from retroCRUSH-20 best zombie flicks of all-time.Don't know about the old ones,the only one listed which i've actually watched is 28 Days Later-i swear to God this is one of the top 5 scariest films.And the short clip from Shaun of The Dead posted there is quite hilarious.

-And speaking of movie-related lists,here's one by EW of the 50 Best High School Movies.The Breakfast Club ranks in top,but i'm a little curious how Napoleon Dynamite,Harry Potter and The Karate Kid made the list.Since i think the movie's timeless and great,here's the final part of the movie's dialogue,which says it all.

Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...

Andrew Clark: ...and an athlete...
Allison Reynolds: ...and a basket case...
Claire Standish: ...a princess...
John Bender: ...and a criminal...
Brian Johnson: Does that answer your question?... Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.

Sidetracking-Following this article about Gnarles Barkley's awesome song Crazy being invaded,here's Nelly Furtado's acoustic take on the song.Beautiful.

We're given tags and labels everyday,we judge each other mercilessly perhaps in an attempt to find acceptance within our own conflicted selves,and to me all of this is sad,but what's even sadder is that it reflects all our hidden feelings-that we remain calm,composed and casual when inside nothing's close to being that way.

That's it for today folks,i'm off to the library to borrow some cd's for my music-dependant,non-existant soul.

Grey Turtles

I got this from PostSecret,where i had to go through the legal procedures part to make sure no lawsuit hits me for copying this-the minute i posted this here i started wondering why i did it,but then i realise of the many types of relationships i attempt to seek one that may never be possible is that between me and my own father,its complicated:the years have seen many walls being built and with me being in Australia and him being constantly occupied by work,these walls have only grown taller.

The exams are over and already there are people fussing about term4-PEOPLE!The term's barely over and you're already getting hyped up about next term's workload-people like you make school a tiresome thing you maniac kiasu's!Speaking of kiasu's-usually i don't link to other blogs unless they've posted an exceptionally good post,which is the case for famous blogger XiaXue today-i felt the exact same way about people posting roses and turtles as tribute to Steve Irwin,its like-dang!you project yourselves as being all sympathetic and caring by posting these meaningless,pathetic little icons all over and i find all immature,pointless and utterly stupid.Sure i understand these people feel they should do something as part of their personal mourning for poor Stevie,but since when do they ever care-i mean,when have you ever seen anyone post any sort of icon when someone dies-people do it b'cos some mindless idiot started it,some of those who posted these icons don't even know about Steve Irwin,or war and the many troubling issues going on,i believe they put these tiny turtles up for the sake of seeming sympathetic when half the time they don't even know what's really going on.My opinion.No offence.

Here's a pic of the Grey's Anatomy cast-aside from having a total KICK-ASS soundtrack,the doctors here look nothing like doctors to me (forgive the stereotyping) especially the young Charlize Theron lookalike but thankfully,the moving plots and talented actors manage to distract us-one thing i find remarkably interesting about the show is the relationship between George and Meredith,here's a brief exp:Meredith likes boss,but George likes Meredith,Meredith breaks up with boss,sleeps with George but doesn't really love him,George is heartbroken and unforgiving.We've seen this many times before,but don't mind seeing them over and over again for there is something genuinely sad in seeing one occupant of the relationship to love the other more than the other knows,and for the other to brush this off without resistance,is just sad.Whoa,ignore that part-twisted and confusing.Anyhows,my point is (phew,finally),Grey's Anatomy is this year's best tv show so far-i mean,Lost and Desperate Housewives have disappointed most,and new shows like Extra's,The Closer and Veronica Mars are complete trash.

The exam period for me is when wierd and unusual things happen unsuspectedly-this time it was the weird sleeping thing,i would sleep early after a hot bath to ensure i'd wake up fresh and cheerful the next day but after two hours of sleep i'd wake up feeling WIDE awake and would spend the next two hours rolling around in bed while producing futile attempts at boring myself to sleep mainly by focusing on images of dragonflies,butterflies and insects (but after a while the images got really vivid and exciting,which made sleep even more impossible).Some say this is an effect of stress and that i should relax more,but with my father sending daily emails reminding me and my sister the importance of studying and not ending up a poor,penniless beggar (he thinks both of us only party and burn textbooks for leisure) i feel even more inclined and motivated to get the higest grades i can achieve simply to say ''Pa,don't be so paranoid-we're studying.''

Before proceeding.Must.Listen.To.Camera Obscura.Must.They.Are.Terrific.

End of digression.

Moving on,gonna vacuum the room and do some serious cleaning soon (the exam season=room looks like its been hit by an earthquake),hopefully learn to cook Laksa & Nasi Lemak (some of you pro's are laughing at this,soon i'll be too),get an eyebrow piercing and eat more healthy stuff.That means no more Subway,fatty over-cheesed pasta or milkshakes-i don't wanna start uni looking like a complete fat-ass pig,but if i ever do,i'll strive to become a funny and lovable one.This is it,the beginning of three weeks of holidays-which i hope will unravel as the perfect journey,where i learn more about my peculiar self and the odd universe.

Sexiest Woman Alive

Esquire magazine has been running a game for the past 5 months where the public is left to decide who the woman in the picture really is,one photo has been released for every month and, the final identity will finally be released next month.

They've provided several clues-most significant of them being a recent interview,and they've even narrowed down the list of possibles to a certain few:Jessica Alba,Jessica Biel,Rachel McAdams,and Rebecca Romijn to name a few.The whole unkempt,disheveled look is reminiscent of Courtney Love,but forget her, the well-defined boobs and nose,as well as the small physique (both Jessica's are seemingly larger) most definitely point to Scarlett Johansson.The interview provided on the Equire website might lead you on a different trail,but whatever it is,she's still top of my list and the trailer above is of The Virgin Suicides,which she did not star in but was directed by Sofia Coppola,the brains behind the movie which started giving Scarlett Johannson heaps of praise and attention:Lost In Translation.

Oh,here's some Scarlett eye candy.

So,who is it?

Over My Head

The vid above is of The Fray's latest single Over My Head,which is a great song but something about the band (the sorta boyband-ish vocals,the overuse of background sounds in all their songs) makes them sound like a poor,failed imitation of Coldplay.Surely one day someone will remake their songs-namely Over My Head & How to Save a Life-and bring out the life in these songs.

For now,this clip of a random girl singing the same song will do.Armed with only a guitar,her take on the song is almost a million times more engaging than the original version.Amazing.

Link to what i think,is an extremely disturbing,if not shocking clip.

The Science of Sleep clips are online-the one titled 'Describe All You Can See' is enough to make me belief Michael Gondry is going to win another Oscar this time.And if you click on the links,they'll show a pretty interesting Starbucks commercial for their new bottled Frapuccino's before the movie clip.As mentioned repeatedly in the past,i'm a huge fan of the arthouse film industry,putting my faith and enthusiasm more towards independant films rather than big Hollywood flicks-but some of these small indie films,are simply huge disasters.I advice people of the world to avoid Friends With Money at all costs,on the surface it looks promising-an allstar cast comprising of Jen Aniston,Joan Cusack and Catherine Keener,a simple,strong storyline and a nicely put-together trailer.But stay away from this trash,the movie is hollow,it goes on and on and on without any direction and has no ending,and keeps trying to shove incomplete,unreasoned and random ideas about the relationships,characters and story up our ass without hesitation or sympathy.It's horrible.It's stupid,unfunny and even Jennifer Aniston can't save this flick,she did the quite,internally-conflicted woman thing perfectly in The Good Girl,whereas here everything is in pieces.

The week's been a difficult one-i can't really put my deep,saddening troubles up here for the world to see-for now this short list of peculiar songs will provide you an effective insight into the kaleidoscope in which my emotions run wild.
Garbage-Bleed Like Me
KT Tunstall-Other side of the World
Sarah Harmer-Coffee Stain
Coldplay-Beautiful World
The Cranberries-Not Sorry

Again i'll end with a quote from a certain movie,this time from 2:37:
Sure you think there's friends and family,and they always say they're there.But when stuff happens.Real stuff happens.That's when you realise all you have is nothing,and there is simply noone.

Update:Forget emotion,who needs a heart when you have Lisa Mitchell?!She's in the Top 12,and though she obviously won't win this year's Aussie Idol-i bet my life she'll go further than that.This clip,of her rendition of Ben Harper's Diamonds,and this one (second time,standing & slightly different) leave me speechless.

More,the same random girl who sang The Fray's Over My Head,singing Terra Naomi's Say It's Possible:here's a clip of Terra Naomi herself singing it,and the random girl doing her thing with the song.

Gym Wars

To the Asian boy who shamelessly stole my turn at the treadmill by cunningly slipping in when i was tryin to make way for the previous user to come out:i hope some sadistic old men find you and anally rape your bleeding guts out.Actually,i take that back-for now i put my furious vengeance to see you die alongside my newfound trust in karma,so whatever it is,God will deal with you from now on.The gym is an intense place,where fights can break out in many places:the locker area where there are always at least half a dozen people waiting for one,waiting for the treadmill,bike or in trying to get the best spot in a fitness class (e.g:Body Jam),which i feel is why some men feel they need to come all steroid-induced and looking like Arnold S. in order to inspire peace and harmony in that awful place.Holy crapola.Sudden burst of poetic melodrama-ignore that-anyways,the exams are up next week and then its the hols,when i can finally embrace true,temporary release from this.This being everything,and eveything being all the intrusive thoughts in my head.

Here's a link to a clip of some panda's.Cute & Hilarious.

Season 4 of Nip/Tuck recently premiered in the US,new episodes of Lost arriving there soon-while i'm left to feed on lousy scrapes of House and CSI.But this hols will partly be for updating by cinema fetishism,wanting to watch Little Children.The Illusionist,The Black Dahlia,Saw 3 and rent some old movies namely The Virgin Suicides,Secretary,Ghost World,Resevoir Dogs,Dick and maybe anything with Christina Ricci,Michelle Williams or Uma Thurman in it.And definitely Pulp Fiction.

Jules: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

That's what Samuel L. Jackson's character says before he blows people's brains out-

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

and this is the beginning of Uma Thurman & John Travolta's scene in the diner.

I've ran out of topics to rant about-so i'll end with an excerpt from Oasis' Live Forever.

Maybe I dont really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone
Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I dont want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just dont believe
Maybe youre the same as me
We see things theyll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

We're gonna live forever.

The Pain in Being Different

In the spirit of giving life to independant and arthouse films,here is the trailer to the 2005 film C.R.A.Z.Y.But,forget the movie,it looks awfully kitsch and soppy anyways (the whole baby-dropping thing is just insanely stupid,and what kind of title is CRAZY anyways) and worst of all,its French.Yugh.The trailer's enough for me.Fave part:

Zachary: I want to be like everyone else.
Madame Chose:Thank God you never will.

I don't wear an excessive amount of goth accesories,pride myself as being eccentric or distinctively define myself as being different to everyone-but i know for a fact that i am,i don't belong in most groups and find trouble fitting in almost everywhere i go.This idea of normality has existed for a long time,and noone's close to being powerful enough to completely remove this unrighteous idea from society's minds,so the only way for people who are different to feel better is simply to accept themselves despite the consequences,but more importantly,accept the fact that society is generally cruel,unaccepting and narrow-minded,and move on with their own lives.Now,reducing this situation to the tiny microcosms we encounter too often-the arrogant jerk whom you've been fighting with for quite sometime,the local whiteboy who's a natural racist towards Asians,or the everyday people who don't seem to understand and refuse to come terms with who you are.Forgive them,get over it,they have no idea what they're doing really.Sure most times you could try talking it out and try to find peace somehow,but sometimes,the only answer is to accept the fact that life's a rough ride and some things you just can't control,and enjoy the ride by not being affected by these petty troubles.

So yeah,fuck the world.

Songs i'm listening to:
Ben Harper-Diamonds
Corrine Bailey-Put Your Records On
Faithless-Muhammad Ali
The Fray-Over My Head
Lenny Kravitz-Calling All Angels
Yeah Yeah Yeahs-Black Tongue
Jimi Hendrix-Angel
OK Go-Do What You Want
Scissor Sisters-Filthy & Gorgeous
The Smashing Pumpkins-Rat in a cage
Snow Patrol-Chocolate

*Here's a link to a hilarious clip (thanks Sue-Mae for the link:)

Yes,the choice of songs are very reflective of my current emotional state.Unstable.Turbulent.Chaotic.Up.Down.Further down.Rockbottom.

I'm sure true salvation will arrive to save me from this nasty pit of self-wallowing and endless misery someday.These pathetic fantasies we invent in an attempt to fill in the bottomless void of emptiness and hopelessness we feel at times.Salvation,its so fucking overrated.