brushing away the cobwebs

stuff to write about when i am no longer lazy:

1. review of hard*candy

2. review of lucky*number*sliven

3. review of a wild sheep chase

what i’m busy with now:

1. year long project

2. reading newspapers/tabloids

3. reading south of the border west of the sun

4. learning driving

what i will be busy with when i’m done with the above:

1. year long project

2. sign contract and get my sorry ass to work

3. read sputnik sweetheart

4. really drive

made some calls today to friends from two years ago, and i was pleasantly surprised! yippee!

just for today, the world is filled with love, and the sweet cotton candy skies and fluffy marshmellow clouds were smiling at me!

and in case the sun and happiness gets too glaring, i got me new bling shades

dragon tiger gate

was actually pretty good.

i liked the action sequences.

and i must say, strange, but all shots of Donnie Yen make him look so hunkalicious.

what boyfriend had to say in response to this observation of mine was “of course what, he action choreographer lehhhhh”

oh, and the Rosa in this show, has got to be the hottest person name Rosa EVER.

liked the action choreography very much.

esp the Japanese restaurant scene, where everything/everyone was interconnected.

read reports about Shawn*Yue injuring himself with the nunchaku, and submitting himself to rigorous training for this movie, but his role was so peripheral, bordering on redundancy.

and his action sequences so minimal, i wonder what the hooha about his injuries and training was all about.

what a pansy.

and like what the martial arts instructor told his character, (i quote loosely) “those kids are better than him [you]“

plot is of no concern to me for this film.

i mean, there is a clear plot, definitely, a bit ridiculous, maybe a bit flimsy too, but hey, worked for me.

tokyo drift

i just wanna say, this was a non-movie.

i had a slight tiff with the boyfriend because of this movie.

he loved it and ai hated it.

plot was bad, acting was bad, production quality was bad.

i don’t understand how a scene shot in bright daylight, with minimal action, can be shot with GAIN.

only saving grace was OH-SO-HOT Han *droool*

for an action flick, the action sequences were boring and formulaic.

after Han died, i seriously considered walking out of the movie theatres.

most of the cuts or shots were not what i wanted to see.

sure, sometimes i’d wanted to see closeups of the wheels, closeup lockshots of the drifting.

but after a while, it got boring.

sometimes it was confusing too.

like when there were races, they would cut from one face to the other face, and then i would be confused and lost and can’t figure out the geography of the 2 cars to each other.

sometimes also i’d rather have wanted a wider 2 shot to see the cars in relation to each other.

hey, it’s afterall a race …

preferred the initial*D formula, whereby they’d cut from face, to leg to hand, to wider shot, then to the other face, hand, leg again.

better buildup, and much clearer geography, in my opinion.

but boyfriend preferred this tokyo style, said he was always very clear who was leading in the races, the expressions on the (bad acting) faces was anough for him.

he also felt that he (boring :O) lockshots were necessary to focus on the drifting.

and he even went as far as to say that initial*D was boring.

so we quarrelled.

and then i won, i guess, when we both finally agreed that it was a non-movie, all about the drifting.

but we both agreed though, that the most beautiful and magnificent moment (shot) was the top rotating shot, when Han was picking up the chicks by drifting round and round.

overall - i think i want to demand my money back from the box office. and i will hang myself if this movie wins an oscar.

my first totally un-selfcentred post

just on saturday, thetwelfthofaugust

so i happened to find myself alone in the living room with my mother at approximately 2000hrs

she asked (demanded) that i let her take a look at the teletext

i passed her the remote, which she excitedly snatched

and then she pressed some random numbers which made the tv screen go black

i calmly took over the precious remote control from her and helped her reach page eighthundredandeightythree of the teletext

and so she scanned the rows of numbers and let out a couple of “tsk!” and “AIYOH!” in response to the string of numbers on the tv screen

and then she said “AIYOH!!! i was just thinking about 5566 the other day and then today the numbers came out! AIYOH! tsk!”

and then i scanned the rows and rows of digits for “5566″ but to no avail

it was only after a prolonged scan that i finally found the numbers she was referring to, jumbled into “6556″

then she went on again

“AIYAH! 3456! i knew it would come out! AIYAH! why didn’t i buy it! TSK! TSK!”

and i stared at the tv screen for a long time before i finally found

“3564″

AIYAH. TSK.

this ibet madness is driving me mad.

on another totally irrelevant note, the next day (sunday) morning

while travelling along the roads

my trained eyes spotted numerous variations of carplates bearing the numbers “5566″

i saw a shiny black car with the numbers “6556″ speed past me and i thought “whoa, he must have won some money last night”

and then i saw another car with the numbers “5665″

and then another “6565″

and then i saw one that  said “6555″

and i thought “wasted, miss by one number”

to the guy

who sat in front of me on the public bus today

and took off his slippers

and proudly plonked his fat ugly pasty white stinky feet obnoxiously on the seat opposite him

just so you know, your feet stank (stink).

theLword (three)

was disappointing.

it was of course, drama-tic.

loads of drama.

*warning:spoilers*

Dana died.

Shane *attempted* to marry Carmen.

And then there’s a new character Moira/Max who is a transsexual.

Felt to me that the show was becoming to be one about Alice, more than anyone else.

And as usual, the season ended with a cliffhanger, to do with the Bette-Tina relationship.

I didn’t like this season very much, but that said, I would still want to watch seasonfour.

Just because I like Shane oh-so-very-much.

Structure-wise, halfway through the season, after Dana started to have cancer, the short snippet intros to the episode were replaced by flashbacks of the past between Dana and whoever.

I missed those snippet intros very much.

Those seemingly irrelevant snippet intros, that only make much more sense at the end of the episode, or whose relevance only come in in later episodes.

Prefer them to the flashbacks.

Production quality wise, nothing fantastic. typical drama-style. straight cuts, lock shots, the occasional dolly, the usual.

blah. boring.

but hey, Shane is still hot, and so is Carmen and Jenny and Bette.

And damn, Helena became hotter.

calculating my life

since thursday,  i have watched 9 out of 12 episodes of theLword season3.

i would have watched all 12 if one of the dvds wasn’t damaged. damn.

and then i watched 15 episodes of this new hk tvb drama serial about lawyers.

in between these dvds, i have of course, also watched numerous hours of television, most of which, of course, is not local programming.

within these (almost) four days, i have also slept at least four grand hours per night.

i have also managed to spend a grand total of eleven bucks on a tee-shirt, just cos its cute.

on the same note, i have also spent tenbucks on a funny pair of pants (if you can even call it pants) just cos it’s cute too.

life has been crawling by me.

work is no longer in my schedule, but i don’t deny my mind is still on it.

i sneaked a quick check at my work email, which miraculously, i can still log on to.

to my dismay, there were (of course!) no new emails.

out of these four days, i stepped out of the house for a while on thursday, to borrow books.

on friday, i stepped out of the house, in an attempt to sit myself at a nice quiet coffee joint and read my day away.

alas, i ended up walking and shopping the whole day away, alone.

speaking of which, i’m getting very comfortable with being alone.

my sister called me twice on friday, asking me where the hell am i and what the hell am i doing alone.

the second time she called, she asked me those same questions, and she wondered what kind of a fuckedup person i must be.

i like being alone, really.

my overactive mind and imagination alone are noisy enough for me to have to deal with, i sometimes think.

but it’s good, you know, to spend some time alone, with yourself, with myself, for that matter.

to think things through.

to be quiet, and to reflect.

the last ninemonths have been a lifechanging experience.

i’m still me.

but a new me.

with new experiences that have scarred me permanently.

i’m looking forward to going back to school again.

but not because i love school though.

but because i see it as an escape from the world that i had been living in the past ninemonths.

do you believe in the existence of a hell?

what do you imagine hell to be like?

that was my hell for the past ninemonths.

i have seen unbelieveable things the past ninemonths.

i have sinned in the past ninemonths.

and so now, i look forward to going back to school again.

to leave behind the life that i have led the past ninemonths.

to be me, to be whole again.

when i left that place, that very night, i left a piece, even pieces, of me behind, in that godforsaken place.

i’m not picking up those pieces again.

i’m moving on, and never looking back.

and so tomorrow is a brand new day, a fresh start, a blank slate, a new beginning.

and i am going to live again.

this is embarrassing but i’ll still say it anyway

and so it was a wrap as they would call it, yesterday. i finished up my medialogging, as i have been doing the past week, and left the office at 3am. i remember, 2 weeks ago, or sometime then, i’d told myself, that hey, i’m better. but at the end of every shoot, i learn new things about myself, and then i get worse again. i learned yesterday, that treating people nicely doesn’t mean they will treat you nicely back. the fat that they have managed to survive in this shitty corporation for so long, must mean they must be slimy in some manner to maintain their position. i should have known. and so i thought i’d gotten better after the meetups with real life people out of my reel life. but the shoot has once again taken its toll on me. i tried to take this shoot less seriously, i did. so that, you know, i’d be able to stay calm, and keep to the “don’t panic” mantra. but i learned, i still have a temper. i kept my head firmly on my shoulders though. all that kept running through my mind the past few days was “what do i have to do next”. and that kept me going until the final wrap yesterday. i held myself together when the dop said “thanks, we’ll miss you.” i pulled myself together for the final medialog, and i thought, hey i survived. but on the taxi on the way home, thoughts of the past 9 months flooded my mind. and then i burst it and cried uncontrollably. the taxi driver must have thought i was mad. today, i think i’m losing it again. tomorrow, i’m going to sign myself up for driving, watch dvds at home, buy a new novel, play the piano, and try to keep myself as sane as can be.