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Smitten

Sat, 13 Dec 2008 10:04:30 GMT

After devouring The Tales of Beedle the Bard (not all in one go, mind you, I chose to savour it bit by bit), I am left with an empty and longing feeling. Like how a starving person will feel after being fed a spoonful of rice and nothing more. I am not saying that the book was not satisfying, because clearly it is a wonderful read, but I am just wishing for more. More things to read from Jo.

All year long I have waited for the arrival of the Half-Blood Prince movie and this book, but as everyone knows, the movie has been delayed, and now that I am done with the book, I have nothing to look forward to, period. Christmas? No thanks, I will only love Christmas if it comes with snow. New Year's? No way, there isn't anyone for me to cuddle up to and watch the fireworks with. Not to mention, there will be a super-special (read: dreadful) occasion between Christmas and New Year's, which will determine whether I live or die in 2009. No, I shall not spell out the occasion.

Oh boy, what a jolly, cheerful holiday season.

I think I may be suffering from some kind of Half-Blood Prince movie withdrawal syndrome.

I'm feeling: Melancholy

Dismayed

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 13:35:31 GMT

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

Traumatised

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 14:27:54 GMT

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned... I am pleading guilty to have watched High School Musical 3...on the first day of its release, for heaven's sake! *Wails*

I am so repulsed by that dreadful, pathetic reason for a movie that I don't even know where to start my rant on its horrible-ness. To any HSM die-hard fans reading this, kindly evacuate this blog immediately before you combust, or you can continue reading, but promise not to murder me in my sleep. That means you, sis.

Let me start with the...~~non-existent~~ wretched plotline. Basically, it's the same as its predecessors: Troy and Gabriella all happy and mushy; big show coming up; Sharpay spoils things while Ryan looks dumb; show is almost ruined by Sharpay; then -TADAA!- Troy and Gabriella pops up out of nowhere to save the day. Hoo-ray...not.

There it is, HSM3 in a nutshell for you, so you don't have to waste your life away watching that...thing. Especially if your cinema ends up being filled to the brim with losers, like mine did. HSM3 logo comes up? They clapped. Sharpay opens her all-pink locker? They whoa-ed. Troy and Gabriella kissing? They whooped.

God. Just. Just. Someone, get me out of there, will you? But nobody did. Unfortunately.

I feel like venting my frustration and revulsion on other things in the movie as well, so here goes...

Not. Vegas. Just...no effing way.

Why do I feel like I have seen something similar to this before? The Notebook, anyone?

The only thing I like about this scene is the lighting. Just that, and nothing else.

I could very well plague this post with more HSM dirt, but I wouldn't torture people like that, would I? If you want to kill a few brain cells of yours sometime, go catch this flick. For now, I shall go wash my eyes, ears, everything of this HSM filth.

I'm feeling: Nauseated

Resuscitated

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 13:51:14 GMT

*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

Regulate

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:04:11 GMT

Before I start my rant on whatever I wish to rant about today, let me set the record straight: I am still mourning. This wound is just too deep. It needs time to heal. Give me a century or so, that should be enough. Right.

Here's a piece of Earth-shattering news: I have been tagged. *Gasp* Quite a few people are aware of the fact that the chances of me responding to a tag are infinity to 1. However, since I was desperately looking for things to do to keep my eyes away from the hill of work on my table, I made the decision to take heed of this particular tag. Even though I did make up my mind to do this, I am doing it my way (meaning I will select only a few questions which appeal to me). Just to be eccentric. Which is my goal in life. Deal with it.

So, here we go...

THE OPPOSITE GENDER

Turn-ons:
- Blond hair, blue eyes (think William Moseley and Tom Felton)
- Height (if he is as tall as Dobby, then goodbye)
- British accent (even swearing in British accent sounds hot)
- Abs (yeah, not potbellies)
- Romantic (after all, I am a sucker for everything romantic)
Turn-offs:
- Wimpiness/gayness/sissiness (hello, he is supposed to be a guy, re-mem-ber?)
- Violent behaviour (he can only be violent to protect me from danger)
- Lack of manners (does the word 'gentleman' ring any bell?)
- Egoism (deflate your male pride a little, will you?)
- Clinginess (get a spine of your own, dude!)

HAVE YOU EVER...

Stole something?: Yeah. People's hearts.
Smoked?: I neither produce steam nor vapour. So I definitely can't smoke.
Hurt someone close to you?: Physically? Many times.
Broke someone's heart?: My mother's crystal heart pendant. Does that count?
Wish you were a princess?: With Peter Pevensie as my prince, why not?
Shaved your head?: Britney Spears is my new idol.
Been in love?: Lots of times. Harry Potter, Narnia, Lord of the Rings...
Sang in the mirror?: I wanted to break said mirror. Out of boredom.
Cried over someone?: Draco Malfoy. Too depressed that he doesn't exist.

That shall be the first and last tag I ever respond to. Or not. We'll see.

Oh, and by the way, I found a video on the Internet which is simply hilarious. It's actually a parody/spoof of the Twilight trailers. It doesn't matter if you are a Twilight fan or not (I'm not quite one anymore), you should still crack a rib or two by laughing at this:

P.S.: The Prince Caspian Movie Companion is mine already! *Cackles*

Revamped

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 19:33:38 GMT

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.

Horror

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 07:14:49 GMT

*Takes deep breath*

HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE HAS BEEN DELAYED. IT WILL ONLY HIT THE CINEMAS IN JULY 2009.

*Gasps, hyperventilates, throws ~~laptop~~ self (laptop is expensive) across the room*

That's all I have to say. I'm off to mourn. And throw tantrums. Goodbye.

*Wraps self in layers of blankets and runs under the bed, then starts wailing like a hyena*

EDIT: I managed to calm myself down for a few minutes and posted a rant about this delay here.

Momentary

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 16:44:15 GMT

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:

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*

Aggravated

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 16:11:44 GMT

I have a sudden urge to take someone by ~~his~~ (no, I think a female will probably work better) her hair and swing her round and round and round like a lasso. Just for fun. No harm intended. Or maybe grab ~~someone~~ anyone by his (I'm being fair to both genders) neck and dunk said person's head into a bowl of hot oatmeal. Repeatedly.

Gee. I am equally clueless as to why I am behaving in such a way.

Maybe I do have a few reasons behind my one-of-a-kind demeanour. I shan't mention what those causes might be, though, for it isn't safe here. It never was, never is, and never will be. Sigh. Isn't this my blog, where I can lash out on anything my heart desires? Apparently not.

A note to D's ex: "Carrying out activities which are mind-stimulating to let the creative juices flow freely" is not meant to sound dirty in any way, shape or form. Get your mind out of the gutter, dude.

P.S.: I can't believe I just downloaded the latest High School Musical 3 trailer into my phone. For my sister, not for me, obviously. Am afraid that dearest phone might get infected with some sort of deadly virus.

P.P.S.: While I was watching said trailer (just to make sure that it was perfectly fine), I noticed that Zac Efron bears a slight resemblance to Wgin's former boss. Just a little bit, especially the eyes.

Baffled

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 05:20:58 GMT

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: