I shall not be a wet blanket.

I will try my very best to not be a wet blanket.

Trying.

Failing.

Failed.

Alright, here I come, in all my wet-blanketish glory.

I watched Twilight a few days ago. There, I said it. I am well aware of the fact that I may be upsetting quite a number of people with my not-so-positive review of the movie, but hey, it's my opinion, and nobody's holding a gun to your head and making you remain on this page.

COMPLAINTS

• Pacing: The beginning and middle were terribly s-l-o-w, and all of a sudden, the climactic scenes were over in the blink of an eye.
• Camera angles: I don't even know where to begin. All I can say is, numerous scenes in the movie could have been filmed better.
• 'Dazzling': When Edward stepped into the sun, I expected him to 'sparkle' like how he was supposed to do in the books, meaning reflecting sunlight in every direction, like a diamond. He ended up looking like he had bought one of those cheap body glitter in a convenient store and spread it all over himself.
• Baseball: I get it, the vampires play the game oh-so fast that even the human eye can't keep up, but really, in the movie, do they really have to play the scene out in slow motion? It was ultra snail-mail slow, that I was not the least bit excited.
• Out-of-place scenes and character traits: I do not usually do book-movie comparisons, because, well, sometimes certain things just had to be done in certain ways. But there was this one scene where Bella and Edward were at school, and all of a sudden, they venture into the woods nearby, and there popped out the meadow scene! How convenient, not. And Bella going all catatonic in the hospital because Edward threatened to leave her? It was so exaggerated that I had to hold in my laughter.
• Special effects: During the vampire showdown in the ballet studio, all the leaping and hopping and pouncing and flying was just too much to handle. I snorted loudly.

LIKES

• The running pepper spray joke
• The Cullens' clean-cut dwelling
• Jasper looking like Edward Scissorhands
• The beautiful landscapes
• No screaming fan girls when I was watching the movie in the cinema

On a brighter note, for those of you who still have not seen the latest Half-Blood Prince trailer, you simply must do so. This is, in my opinion, the best trailer yet, and I'm not saying that just because Draco is seen in this one. Really.

Oh my, Draco! The Millennium Bridge! The Gandalf-looking Dumbledore! The Inferi! *Melts into a puddle* I really feel like launching a wide-scale massacre on Warner Brothers now, for delaying the movie.

Oh, and here's something just for laughs (what a perfect combination, it has the two fandoms which I love so much) <- that was sarcasm, by the way:

I'm feeling: Bitchy     

*Blows away layers after layers of dust*

*Coughs violently*

*Chokes on bust dummies dust bunnies and stumbles blindly into gargantuan cobwebs*

*Screams hair-raisingly and flails arms wildly*

Well. Considering the condition of my long-abandoned and uninhabited blog, I have to admit that I have not been the best blog-guardian. *Hangs head in shame* Oh, well. What's done is done.

I have considered putting up a 'on hiatus until further notice' sign on this God-forsaken blog, but I didn't want to have something to look forward to, meaning, I didn't want to keep my hopes up that I can make it through the three-letter-word exam without dying in the process.

Speaking of the effingly blasted _ _ _ (fill in the blanks if you feel like it) exam, it's (thank heavens) done and done with. I can't even put my joy and relief into words. Too jubilant that I am rendered speechless. Yes, that should be a first.

After this, arguments on whether our ex-ex-ex-ex-king was shot, stabbed, hung to death, or sliced into pieces and boiled in a pot will turn into light-hearted banter about the weather, the shape of the Earth, or other trivial things; schoolbags loaded with revision books which are so heavy and thick it can knock a person dead on its own will be filled, instead, with playing cards, boardgames, and whatnot; and most importantly, the unseen, weighty burden bearing down on every 15-year-olds' shoulders will be lifted, and we will all be able to walk around so bouncily that people will start looking at out feet and expecting to find springs attached to them.

Now, I'm off to disinfect my dirt-infested blog, starting with the layout and music. Adieu!

I'm feeling: Rejuvenated     

Just a tiny update, before I sign off to continue my mourning session: I gave my poor ol' blog a much-needed makeover. I'm sure you have noticed, since you are already here.

Yes, I am blogging at 4 in the morning. Hence the song I am listening to right now.

Right, I am going to mourn in my sleep. Goodnight, peeps.

As the Bee Gess once sang: "Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive", so did I. I made it through another fortnight of exams (yet again, but this might be the last time I will be blessed with such good luck) without any injuries at all (whether inflicted upon myself or the people around me). Hallelujah. Praise the stars.

As some of you are well aware of, my birthday is just around the corner. *Coughs* To those of you who keep bugging me and wanting to know what I have on my wishlist, well, here you go:

Non-achievable:

• William Moseley (or Tom Felton, I am not picky)
• Scholarship at Hogwarts (for at least seven years)
• A day with J.K. Rowling (if possible, a week)

Semi-achievable:

• Harry Potter Uno
• Lion, Witch, Wardrobe Soundtrack
• Prince Caspian Soundtrack
• Prince Caspian 2009 Wall Calendar
• Prince Caspian Official Illustrated Movie Companion
• Chronicles of Narnia Monopoly
• Fellowship of the Ring DVD
• The Two Towers DVD
• Return of the King DVD

Undoubtedly achievable:

• A hug
• A peck
• A "happy birthday" wish

I am perfectly happy to accept any of the above. Feel free. Heh.

P.S.: I read Breaking Dawn already, and I will say this: I was terribly disappointed. Maybe I will explain why it was such a let down in a different post, because it's almost 2 a.m. now. *Yawns*

It's funny, really, how my spirits can go from default to euphoric to downright miserable in just naught but a few hours. Most of you might think "Yeah, that's not new.", and honestly, it's actually not very different from all the other crazy poignant phases I've been through. I have a perfectly reasonable excuse for this, of course: my sensations are just more heightened and unbalanced than most common beings. In short, I'm an extra-emotional person, so just deal with it.

What does one do when one is bestowed with more than what one yearned for? Should one be feeling grateful, aversion, disbelief, or nothing at all? What, then, ought one do when one is feeling all of them at once? When sentiments poured in one after another, flooding one with all the overwhelming feelings and drowning one, leaving one's life too hard to bear? Shall one capitulate to hinder one's condition from getting worse, even though it is too late?

Okay, just obliterate the last paragraph, please. I wasn't even aware of what I was saying. Just assume that the paragraph right above is invisible to you. Sorry for the inconvenience caused, and thank you for your cooperation. (I think I sounded like an announcer working in an airport declaring delayed flights and such. Hey, who knows? It is a profession I might consider acquiring. Maybe not.)

It's going to hurt when it heals too
I'm going to smile because I deserve to
And live my life how it should be
It will all get better in time

P.S.: The solid proof that I am indeed an over-expressive creature: