I used to think there was a kind of bird that, once born, would keep flying until death. The fact is that the bird hasn't gone anywhere. It was dead from the beginning.
Days Of Being Wild
Me, Myself, And I
Name : The One Age : 1988 Location : In My Living Room No More Height : Shorter Than You Weight : Heavier Than You Religion : Taoism, ?(Dào) Family : Divorced Parents, Younger Sister Birthplace : Mount Elizabeth Hometown : Geylang Lorong 34 Favourite Food : MeePok, KFC, Prawns and Pig Liver
Each player of the game starts off with ten weird things or habits or known facts abt yourself. People who get tagged must write it in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.
1.My coolest teacher of all time is Ranjit Singh.
2.I read TIME magazine. But 99% of the time I don't get it.
3.I hate Cheese but I love to eat Chesdale Cheese.
4.I only drink Coca-Cola for medicinal values when I feel bloated.
5.I am one-quarter Jiu Hoo Kia!
6.I was actually afraid of dogs. Now, I'm intimidated by them.
7.I love to make people laugh.
8.The nickname my Ah Ma gave me is 'Ah Toot'!
9.Because I looked stupid and still does.
10.I believe that 70% of anyone's life is written in stone. And that you can't fight the future.
OK FINISHED! The people who shall do this quiz thingy will be erh Simon Elizabeth Hui Juan and of course anyone who feels like doing it
That day, my friend overheard my ringtone that plays Fur Elise. She says that I act high-class by having such a ringtone. I don't know what she's thinking, but the ones that act high class are those that says 'If it ain't rock it ain't music'.
But maybe she's right. I played from Fur Elise to Bengawan Solo on the Electone, but I dropped out when I was almost there, a decision that is surely one of the most regretted of my life. She's right, maybe all I'm destined to do is act high class. Maybe I need to be more handsum and taller to listen to such music, or maybe I need to be in better clothing to listen to such music. That's Singapore for you, go against the nature of life and people look at you like you are a weirdo or something.
That day, my friend said I have no life because I still play Super Mario. I think he's right. Working has made time fly really faster. Study, go work, reach home, sleep. Where is my life? Maybe I should point the middle finger to my family and let go, and be an asshole that doesn't give a shit about something called family.
Then maybe, I will have a life. I will go home late, treat my home like a free hotel, throw all my clothes to my Father to wash, throw all my clothes to my Father to iron, leave the house in dust for my Father to vacuum, let my Father wander around in Giant Supermarket alone. I want to have a life, but under my circumstances, it's really tiring to have one.
I actually thank whatever's up there that my family is so broken because it made me treasure it even more and made me realise what is family. So it's really sad that my friend doesn't know what is going on behind me, and yet he still say such things.
Enough about those sad things, today I'm going to collect my Hairy Potter book. Last time my friend say the book got lots of black/white/blue/colourful magic and will make me go mad. He has no idea what's magic's all about. I haven't go mad but maybe that's because I go to Si Beh Law every weekend.
I watched Transformers last night. Many years ago I watched the cartoon on some videotape that my neighbour lent me. I've forgotten what I've watch, and I'm not a fan of the series either.
When it comes to movies such this, I'm usually the first in line to watch it. But I find myself holding on, because I expected it to be crap. My expectations didn't fail me. It was B-grade movie covered up with A-grade special effects.
The movie starts off with the cliche crap of a high-school boy with raging hormones who thinks that getting a car will get the chickens. Which is true anyway. Then it feels like Independence Day (a superior film), with the military running around trying to stop these aliens.
There's no character development. It's apparent that the makers made the movie with only eye-candy in mind. But you say 'hey they are robots!' Obviously you haven't seen The Iron Giant. In such a modern age, I thought people will start to do away with their wowing when it comes to special effects, but it's true that beauty is only skin deep.
The one and only good thing about the movie, as mentioned, is the animations of the robots. Detailed and fluid, they feel real. Then they start to fight, it gets exciting, then it starts to get repetitive and boring with those camera work and rehashes. Even Megan Fox couldn't do anything, you are better off touching yourself to her video on Maximonline.com.
Other than poor character development, the story is lacking. Predictable, it looked like the only way to save the movie is some brainless popcorn fun. But it failed in that aspect too as mentioned earlier. The idea of my brainless popcorn fun is Silver Surfer, and the recent Die Hard 4.0.
Unless you prefer some eye-candy, it's better to waste your money to the latter two than enduring the noisy and boring Transformers. You won't miss much, and if you feel that you will, save your money for the DVD instead.