There's a killer on the road

Despite all its hype, The Prestige failed to disappoint. I had known very little about the film beforehand, only that it was about magicians. And that it was another Nolan-Bale movie.

I felt that all typically Nolan elements were present... a lot of suspense, cutting back and forth between different time frames, sombre mood, etc.

Unlike Memento, Prestige was easier to follow. But in all fairness it's still a bloody clever story. There're twists and turns right from the start till the end. And in the end, every mystery falls into place, and every thing makes sense. Also, i think it's been a long time since a movie surprised its audience with a twist with the same impact like The Others and The Sixth Sense did.

I also love how the little details actually bear great symbolism to the whole idea of the story. Very, very impressive.

I sooo wanna discuss the twists but i shouldn't spoil it for you, right? At least not now. Maybe next week (I'm really just very sleepy). After i come back from Bangkok.

That's right i'm going! But the thing is i'm actually quite sian about it. Didn't really have time to prepare myself. And i'm just not used to having to take charge, make decisions sorta things.

I'm not as expertly as Ilynn and Mindy when it comes to Bangkok. I think they know the place like they're PRs. And one thing i'm sooo not looking forward to is the bitch of a splitting pain in my ear/ skull during landing. Holy cow man i really thought blood was gonna ooze outta my ears the last time. I remember wondering if Dennis Bergkamp had the same hellish experience that's why he doesn't fly. Did he?

Something In The Air

I'd rather wake up feeling like shit so i can't feel worse as the day progresses.

This morning i woke up feeling quite fine, strangely. That's a first! Considering i've had too little sleep and have been working too damn much for most of the week, and that i'd had to work today as well (on a Sunday, bloody hell!!!).

I don't know what they're burning in Indonesia man! Heheheee. For no good reason, i was really quite chirpy, for the first half of the day at least, then it kinda got worse. What's new.

Feel Good Hit Of The Summer

If you're going to the cinemas, you must watch Little Miss Sunshine. Great, great movie. Simple but great.

A story about a somewhat dysfunctional family on a roadtrip to a beauty pageant for little girls, in which the characters don't seem all that oddball after you get to know them better.

I feel that a large part of the film's success stemmed from good writing. The characters were written brilliantly. Most of them had some quirky trait - gay intellectual, angsty teenage poseur, annoying motivational speaker, junkie womanising grandfather. But as the story progresses, it's not difficult to understand the characters. In a way, their quirks are not "over the top", and the balance is actually maintained between interesting but not unbelievable, which is what i like best about it.

Most of the characters were unlikeable at first, especially the motivational speaker father. But the events that followed gradually changed him. One by one the family members get their turn at a fuckup point.

Although they seemed too different to be family (how similar are we with our family members anyway?), they're strongly connected by love, for the young daughter (cos she's the sweetest, without any agenda), if not for each other.

Besides great convincing acting, the offbeat humour also made the movie so very enjoyable. Unexpected moments, LOL dialogue. It made me laugh and cry. There was this scene that that particularly touched me, and at that point i hadn't realised the significance of the scene, yet it had such an impact on me. I thought that was quite something.

So go watch it. It'd be worthwhile i promise, definitely beats Lower City.

And for this gift i feel blessed

I understand the fact that there are all kinds of people in this world, and a person can be so complex. But still, the only thing i care about in a person is what music they listen to. And people are classified into 2 simple categories -- those who listen to good music and the others whom i wouldn't really be able to talk to. I'm very serious about wanting to do up my questionnaire that should cover all important bases such as music and film. After years of thinking about it it's high time i do it. I'd even thought up some questions for it. So exciting.

One may argue that what's good music is very subjective. I'd thought about that too, and in the past i thought, "as long as it sounds good to me". But then Pussycat Dolls may sound damn groovy to some people. I suppose as time went by, i realise what's good is actually just something that's sincere. Could be any genre, but when it's sincere and heartfelt, it naturally connects with people. Some people of course. Difficult for those who worship the Pussycat Dolls, and Fergie too.

Last time i probably stuck only to a few key genres. Some 90s alternative rock, some 60s & 70s classic rock. Maybe it's the way time can change me. You know it when it's not the genre that matters, but the music itself, regardless of what form it takes, and you put aside all the pre-conceived notions you had about certain types of music, and allow yourself to understand the story behind that country number, identify with the vintage blues song, get inspired by that punk rock anthem, as long as it touches you and you can relate to it.

So am i a music snob? I don't know. No because i don't know that much (obscure) music to begin with. Yes because i'll probably never look past the trashiness of the Pussycat Dolls.

Here it goes again!

I fucking love the Ok Go threadmill music video! The first time we saw it we found it so hilarious and brilliant we were simply blown away. We thought maybe it was just us, you know. But now i know. It's truly awesome!

Good times for a change

The company organised a trip to APB for us the other day. Felt like an excursion! Taking the chartered bus, listening to the girls chatter nonstop. The tour was very interesting as the guide talked us through the brief history of APB, some background on beer-making, bottling and stuff. The best part though, which everyone was waiting for, was going to The Tavern, where the APB staff hang out and drink themselves silly for free, after office hours of course. And we, the privileged guests were treated to endless rounds of fresh, ice cold beer - Tiger, Erdinger, Guiness, etc.

The Tavern is such a nice place. The decor was so English i felt like i was in a little football bar somewhere in England (duh). Without the football hooligans, we had to fill in that role, not without the nicest fusball table i've ever seen, and a bunch of screaming people being on the Corona Bottles FC and the Lime Wedges United.



See the Arsenal flag behind Joey? Ha. That's Joey in yellow, and Cheryl in white. This old man, he approached us and asked if he could take a picture with us on his camera, so that when he went back to England, he could show it to people, and if they ask "Who're these girls?" He would fake sadness and say,"Hai. Don't talk about it". WHAT THE FUCK?!! Haha. We found that so cute we obliged. And even took shots with our own cameras.



Cheryl thought we were drunk (that's me and Jiza), so she took this picture blur to prove her point. No. Actually, it's just Cheryl. She had to be drunk.