Today was an awful day thanks to miserable events linked to a dismal subject known as Project Work. Fucking hell, I couldn't contain myself and I swore rather audibly in the staff room and now since practically the whole class knows why not just spread it a bit more. I can't bear to go through today morning again.

On a lighter note, the school screened Gattaca, which upon second viewing, I think is an excellent movie. It is driven entirely by the premise of the setting, in the near future, as a cautionary tale of eugenics. Excellent. The acting could be sub-par and it'd still be good. And I decided at the last half an hour that Ethan Hawke was kinda good-looking. Especially when he left his hair un-gelled. (Jude Law is still the same baldy guy.) Hmm.

Movies to watch
Be Kind Rewind
Before Sunrise (hawke!) + Before Sunset
rewatch Dead Poet's Society. The school projector sucked big-time.
Reality Bites (hawke. The main draw is still Winona Ryder. I love her!)
The Painted Veil
Somewhere in Time
Jennifer's Body~

Summer: We've been like Sid and Nancy for months now.
Tom: Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy, seven times with a kitchen knife, I mean we have some disagreements but I hardly think I'm Sid Vicious.
Summer: No I'm Sid.
Tom: Oh, so I'm Nancy...

(500) Days of Summer rolled open with a voice-over, a montage, and well, this. And I knew there were great things in store.

It is indeed a charming movie, and my expectations are not unmet. Except that I found Summer a tad underwhelming at times, like she was just selfish and well a bitch, to Tom. Zooey Deschanel is extremely charming and likeable and she saves Summer from being a one-dimensional character but at times I am just like, seriously, Tom's blind.

Oddly enough, Joseph Gordon Levitt reminded me of Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You, which he also had a part in. He's the same love-lorn dweeb but tons cuter now that he's grown up and lost the annoying whiny quality. He's pretty awesome here. I love his tees. Love Will Tear Us Apart, The Clash's London Calling.

I'd watch this film again and again.


( Other ramblings )

~This is our lives on HOLIDAY!

The past week and these few days have led me to believe:

There is chivalry buried deep down within guys somewhere.

Yes, yes, yes.

I bear witness to it.

This restores my faith that gentlemen, Jack Dawsons and gallant knights exist in the world.

XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX

The past week was spent with 100+ others on a journey to find home. It made me incredibly homesick, especially the first day, when I felt incredibly lonely. I am so extremely thankful for Michelle who tided me through it. It got better from the second day, and I made new pals. Percussion is amazing. Just rhythms and beats can conjure up incredible music. The numerous different instruments, which seem so simple, can produce complex and harmonious music when they come together. Anjney and Peijun, fellow Indian percussioners! And knowing Anjney is like having a celebrity as a friend. Odd. But it's revolting, people only take interest after his name becomes famous. Slutty shameless young girls flirting and annoying assholes who act like they're such good friends. Ugh. Anyhow I am so glad I chose percussion, as nothing else put up that night came anywhere near the level of awesomeness we achieved.

Ironically, or sadly speaking, I don't feel like I have gained much insight into writing. I always know I suck at poems but this time I really know how I suck. Cyril Wong's workshop will probably remain in my mind forever. The two, three hours were unpredictable, exciting and kept me on the edge of my seat. He intrigues me to no end. I have to pick up his book someday. Even if I don't get poetry.

Coming back, I have been running from one end of Singapore to another these days. Singapore is minute, but the places I've been to here are seriously pathetic. I journeyed to two ends which are utterly strange and foreign to me. Caught the NUS Guitar Harmonie concert at one end, and boy, the journey there opened my eyes to an undiscovered part of this little island to me. Ivan had to come fetch me into the meeting place as I was just stunned. The concert was so-so. At times it's breathtaking. Others, sleep-inducing. Ivan for one was damn hyper after the concert. Ideas for our concert~

7/6 - we celebrated 76 birthday. Stayed over at a guy's house for the first time. Ok that's not the point. It was at another part of our fair country that I am completely blur to. We barbequed, while a lot of the guys slacked off/gambled/whatever they did. We watched Federer claim the French Open title. Only a handful of us stayed over. The guys were really nice, and I am still touched, as they gave up their seats on the sofa, to pull out the bed and offer us comfortable sleeping spots. (Granted, they offered it after they were done with their mahjong/poker/whatnots.) They said they could huddle into any corner and sleep as they were, well, guys. I seriously felt like some qian jin xiao jie as we girls tucked into the comfy bed under the duvet that CC provided us with (though he was right that one can suffer heat stroke from it). ~~~

The next morning Jonj LP Chiobu CY had to return to school early so we left CC's house as the sun was rising. They abandoned Jasmine and me and hopped into the first cab they saw. The two of us went exploring Bugis and its vicinity. Fun~ I decided, I will save up to buy film for my Instax (this is saved for another post) and explore Singapore with it.

Yesterday today eventful too. I will let photos do the talking in another post.

I have been listening to Stand By Me over and over again these days. I have heard all kinds of covers. Lennon's, Timon and Pumba's (!!!!), David A, mashes with Beautiful Girls, yadayada. My cousin thinks it's best sung by untrained vocalists. I can only say I love this song. And Bono has a lovely lovely voice. Go check it out, U2 has covered it quite a number of times.

I have so far finished 8 episodes of House. Not all at once. I take them four at a time. It might actually be better than Grey's Anatomy, which overdoses on the whining and sentiments. But my cousin ruined my viewing pleasure.

In the midst of exam preparations, he calls up.
Him: Guess how I de-stress?
Me: -flipping through my notes and trying to find a post-it to scribble down a sudden epiphany- By calling me to bother me? Bye.
Him: I just spent last night watching House. It's very good.
Me: Wait, YOU WATCH HOUSE????? YOU??????????????? Why's everyone watching House without me! You suck!
Him: Huh?
Me: I made a pact with someone to watch House together but the person betrayed me and has already moved on to the latest season. Sucker. Ok I realize it has nothing to do with you. But still. Bye.
Him: Wait, listen to this.
and he proceeds to let me listen to some clip on YouTube from House and proceeds to provide me with spoilers in the meanwhile.

I caught Quantum of Solace yesterday with Genin. We made a pact in two years back, after we caught Casino Royale together that we'd catch the next Bond flick together. And we were all like, whoa, two years down the road, and we'd be graduating. Yep...how times flies. Especially these 2 years which have been pretty brilliant. School-wise at least. (Yesterday WW3 broke out finally at home. I had been preparing for it since my grandfather was admitted. I had pretty good timing to duck in the toilet and start singing in the shower.)

The film was very entertaining, of course. But perhaps I had too high expectations (especially since I have seen Casino Royale maybe 20 times or so. Just an estimate.) It's not a bad film, obviously, it is good. But it felt like the least Bond film int he Bond series. Bond pining for a girl? (I actually like that. Because I liked Vesper Lynd very much and I was wailing away in the cinema at the end of Royale.) I leant over to tell Genin, hm, this is the point where he, and the Bond girl, well. dot dot dot. But i was wrong!! Man. I just scratched my head when the credits came out because it felt so short compared to Royale, and I had no idea the climax was THE climax. Oh and he still ruined the Aston Martin. My heart!!!!! The Aston Martin's the sexiest star of the show.

Ah well, what the heck. I'm probably going to have to watch it again with my father, the ultimate Bond-fan.

The film lacked all the quotable dialogue like Casino Royale or other Bond flicks. I really liked the director's touch where he added the oil scene, paying a homage to Goldfinger. Nods. Daniel Craig is fully formed as Bond the lethal killing machine. Angel of death. The stunts were rather impressive.

Now again I am going to pracitse my vio-lin. Because my attempt at doing math during House only got me past 2 questions. And i think it's all this flying shit that's causing me a headache. Or maybe that's because I haven't eaten since breakfast.

Today is the last day where we have official lessons in class. Now I can chuck my enormous workload aside and get some much need shut eye. I've been missing out on Prison Break S3, now that they're finally airing it, because I was either busy with work or practising the piano at the last moment. Also, Thursday nights have been unkind, because projects tend to be due Fridays, and it means me slugging out till midnight. Or still it'd be my affair with music. Meaning that I have not kept up to date with (the very delayed broadcast of) Project Runway. I am rooting for ... I can't even remember her name. That retro chick. Becky, is it? Christian is this season's Prima Dona. Very entertaining.

I found out last night that Roger Taylor is going for the opening for WWRY for the opening!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ben Elton too but I really don't care much about him. And guess what's the perfect thing? Um I have no drums this week, and Monady's a holiday. Which actually means I could, theoretically speaking, try to persuade my mum to let me go over. But then again there's rehearsal on Monday. Blast it. I have no idea. Saddening.

American Idol is really down to the two Davids. I liked Cook's I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing. I want to watch Blades of Glory again. One of the funniest shows I have watched.
"Although I have yet to uncover the exact date of which the music died, it is clear to me it had something to do with an ancient entertainment phenomenon known as - American Idol."

Let's talk shopping.

Narrow Stairs is out. I want to get it.
The Click Five released the "Tour" Edition of their CD. Um stupid plan to make us buy it again, but the thing is that there is a high chance you can see grahhhhhh  in her hot pink tee waving maniacally at the camera before bursting into embarrassed/demonic fits of laughter.

I still haven't gotten Lock and Key. Anyone read it yet? I need that discount card before I can afford it. Also I have this urge to read some humourous non-fiction book, like Nick Hornby's Songbook. Or some biography about some rock stars. Very intriguing. I took out Johnny Cash's autobiography but thought it was going to be too dark for my current mood. Or I could just start on Eclipse.

Anyone, anyone, wants to come out for a movie with me? Or go shopping for clothes? Cool shirts. I intend to get my Queen shirt.