Home, here I come!....

So excited..., I can't wait for tomorrow to come.

A sleepwalking contrarian

I'm a contrarian and I'm enjoying it!!!
Don't really know why, when, what, who, where and even if...
Who does anyway?
Just taking one step at a time and enjoying the ride I guess...

Nothing

I used to really love to read. I used to read almost anything I could lay my eyes on. I can remember clearly reading out loud any text on any billboards that I could lay my eyes on, while leaning againts the front part of my Dad's old vespa (I remember once he sternly told me to quit trying to steer the whole thing -- should've noticed the early signs of a control freak, perhaps?).
I don't do that anymore. Not reading the billboards and not steering any vespa now. Sure do miss the good old times.

No Harry Potty & the Toilet Bowl, please...

I've just remembered something else that really pissed me off a few weeks ago.

You see, I was all excited, and I mean EXCITED, to finally see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, since it came out locally during my exam week. So much so that I was willing to squeeze in the seventh row from the front, and all the way to the side, in order to protect my left ear from what my right ear has to suffer from. They always manage to outdo their previous movies, so I expected this one to be even better than the previous HP movie (which I lurrved by the way).

Unfortunately, all the excitement just plunged down the cliff, not even rolling down the hill, as I started getting disappointed within 15 minutes into the film. The freakin' movie that I saw was really equal to some low-budget HK movies with crappy editing. Didn't realize it at first, but a few minutes later, I realized it wasn't really Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Not all of it, at least....

Although most of the film's intact, for all I know, I might as well have gone to see Harry Potty and the Toilet Bowl (suggested title for this version of the movie that I saw, to reflect the impact of the additional editing). Whoever was in charge of the local cinema and movie business, basically cut up the movie into a practically uneventful chain of events.Without seeing the full version, I can only positively confirm one missing link. However, I'm sure there are more.

I feel so bad for the directors, actors, cinematographer, special-effects guys (what are they called, by the way?), cameramen, ... I mean everyone who busted their ass off for this movie.
If it really upsets me when somebody messes around with any of my oh-so-meaningless projects, without discussing it with me, I can't imagine how bad they must feel if they saw this version of the movie.
Just wondering if there is any law at all in this world that protects the integrity of an art production? I mean, c'mon... hundreds and hundreds of people must have put their minds and thoughts into this movie. I think, movies, regardless of their scale of productions, rightfully deserve to be treated as an art form.
But if so, then how would you feel if somebody just decided that Monalisa needed to look more proper, with a full-blown turtle neck top and her hair done nicely in a tight bun like Prof. McGonnagal? Or if somebody just decided to paint a proper set of pants and shirt on David to make him more presentable?

Just imagining the time and effort put into a single shot in a movie, I think if I were in any way involved in the production, I would rather have the movie be rated as "for adults only" instead of it being crappily-edited like that.

I was listening to a discussion regarding defamation a few months ago. I wonder, had I been Rowling, would I have filed a law suit for defamation through crappy editing?

But then again, I'm not Rowling. And my anger has subsided significantly. I think I'm back to the old optimistic me, looking forward to another movie: Chicken Little. Speaking of the poultry reminds me of something: Though this is kinda passe, I wonder if Donald Duck should wear pants now if he wants to protect his existence.

A day in the life of a couch potato

Geez....it's been one heck of a boring week! I'm seriously in need of an effective method to drag my butt out of this flat. Am quite sure it has doubled up in size by now. Talk about being a couch potato, I think I can actually be a couch pumpkin by now (think those scary, gigando pumpkins they have around halloween).

Must go out and do something useful tomorrow...... like shop for a new pair of shades, maybe? :P
Seriously, mine are so badly scratched that my hands just automatically reached out and try to "rub the fleck of dust away". Must get a decent pair, since I might have to drive in the next few weeks. Or actually, I would really like to drive....
Gosh, I really miss being behind the wheel.
Which reminds me, must go and convert my license. OK, now that's another thing to do.
Sh*t! ... I still haven't sent the check for the overpayment. Wonder if I'm on the country's Most wanted list by now.
Must do it tomorrow too.
Oh, might as well go and get Dad's favorite pen fixed while I look for shades. Oh yeah, I still owe my niece a birthday present. Guess a formal outfit for the seminar and the power lunch would be great, though things would've been so much easier had they had GAPs here.
Now did Bro ever confirmed whether or not he still wanted that Daft Funk CD?
Anyway, must also get super duper powerful sun block for the family trip.
Should I get my passport renewed here or back home?
Speaking of home, aaaarrrggghhh... must clean the room before my cousin comes back from OZ!

Wait a minute... where did all these chores come from? Thought this was supposed to be a holiday break with me having nothing to do?
Geez... I'm so exhausted just thinking about them, I think I need to sit down, catch my breath... and maybe watch another episode of whatever crappy show they have on TV. Yeah... think that's just what I need....

I'm a salted fish?

五月天's 咸鱼

Can't really translate the whole song as I'm not sure what the symbolic significance (I assume) of the salted fish is in this song :P
Wonder if I can find anyone to help me with this. Hmm... maybe I'll just ask my Chinese-speaking classmates.
But anyway I just love this song.
Am even considering making it my official personal anthem ^_^

我是一只咸鱼 不想承认也不能否认
不要同情我笨又夸我天真还梦想著翻身
咸鱼就算翻身 还是只咸鱼输得也诚恳
至少到最後我还有咸鱼不腐烂的自尊

我没有任何天分
我却有梦的天真
我是傻不是蠢
我将会证明用我的一生

我如果有梦 有没有错
错过才会更加明白 明白坚持是什么
我如果有梦 梦要够疯
够疯才能变成英雄 总会有一篇我的传说...

我不好也不坏不特别出众
我只是敢不同
我的人生就是一错再错
错完了再从头
也许放弃掉一些活得更轻松
我却不再是我
我不愿一生晒太阳吹风
咸鱼也要有梦

有一天有我的天空

作我的英雄 在我的天空
我知道你懂 知道你会懂

Women in Their 30s

Found this from my pile of saved favorite links. Can't remember if I got it from a friend or by accident, but I love it! It's making the big 3-o sound like such a good place to be that I'm actually a bit excited about getting there now... well just ever so slightly, at least.....

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.
A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom.
Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women.
Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.
A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one!
You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Here's an update for you.
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.....

-Andy Rooney on Women in Their 30s-