This was a while ago, around right after his death. Just thought it was very very cool. The looks on people's faces when they realize they're SURROUNDED by the dancers. Gives me a certain amount of sadistic pleasure.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Her Heart So Black
Intro
Content
Another poem =) This 'project', or whatever this is, originated around a month ago. Damian and I came up with this 'rule', that 16 song titles, each of us providing 8, must be included in the poem to make it more challenging. The content is loosely inspired by events that took place over the past 5 months. It may seem like I'm exaggerating, but you'll be shocked (like, AHHH WHAT THE HELL! kind of shocked) if you knew just how much worse the actual 'events' were.
That being said, any likenesses to actual people and events are purely fictional, except for the parts that are not.
That being said, any likenesses to actual people and events are purely fictional, except for the parts that are not.
Content
Writing to condemn has never been easy
No one likes how this turned out to be
The beautiful ones only you see
For whom you sacrifice knows no boundaries
Never really liked I told you so-s
But her insatiable evil even you should know
Ridiculous, it's shouldn't hurt so much
Were so close, camaraderie only amounted to such
Months of persuasion fell on deaf ears
From our circus you eventually disappear
'Shake if off' was your new attitude for us
There was no doubt, we now know a Judas
Piece of me fell to betrayal for your sake
But so what? The heartless' one's heart was at stake
Become another tool at her disposal
Disposal you'll go, don't expect a proposal
Lady Marmalade, her laugh drives you insane
She's crazy for attention, desperate for fame
Immature little boys get little crushes, how sweet
She'll crush them after she takes what she needs
Her toxic touch poisons your judgment
Building air castles with a passion so fervent
Increasingly impossible to pull you back
Save you from her heart so black
Five months we've pleaded
Five months you've ignored
How many months more
Of discord can you afford
No one likes how this turned out to be
The beautiful ones only you see
For whom you sacrifice knows no boundaries
Never really liked I told you so-s
But her insatiable evil even you should know
Ridiculous, it's shouldn't hurt so much
Were so close, camaraderie only amounted to such
Months of persuasion fell on deaf ears
From our circus you eventually disappear
'Shake if off' was your new attitude for us
There was no doubt, we now know a Judas
Piece of me fell to betrayal for your sake
But so what? The heartless' one's heart was at stake
Become another tool at her disposal
Disposal you'll go, don't expect a proposal
Lady Marmalade, her laugh drives you insane
She's crazy for attention, desperate for fame
Immature little boys get little crushes, how sweet
She'll crush them after she takes what she needs
Her toxic touch poisons your judgment
Building air castles with a passion so fervent
Increasingly impossible to pull you back
Save you from her heart so black
Five months we've pleaded
Five months you've ignored
How many months more
Of discord can you afford
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, nyah nyah nyah
I'm totally mature, as you can see.
Today's the release of the new Harry Potter movie, HP and the Half Blood Prince. About freaking time, I would say. Two years is a long long time to wait for a movie. Obviously, after two years of waiting around, you can't expect me to sit around and wait some more when Emma is waiting for me to go see her. Which is why Thursday afternoon found our class rushing to Orchard to see her (well, not totally her, of course. Prof McGonagall too. We don't forget our old darlings.)
And the show begins! Death Eaters flying around in puffs of black smoke (totally cool graphics, except I don't think that's how they really move around. I always had the impression that they rode donkeys) and destroying bridges; Diagon Alley... I don't know why, but I get this thrill of exhilaration as I watch the Dark Lord's underlings bring utter desolation upon England. Hopefully it's only cause I'm excited about the movie starting. I refuse to believe that I'm evil on the inside.
Helena Carter appears! Gosh I love her. She's Bellatrix (reminds me of a certain cereal), auntie of naughty boy Draco Malfoy. Her dark, lunatic, magnetic presence just fills the screen as she prances and slithers around, be it setting the Burrow on fire or wrecking the Great Hall.
Emma is turning out to be quite the lady! Who would have thought the brainy, bushy haired little girl could turn out to be the most beautiful one in the whole movie (and yes, Transformageeks. She's hotter than Megan-watch my boobs bounce in slow mo-Fox). Ginny Weasely practically looks like a troll next to her. And the 2 male leads. Gosh. Puberty wasn't kind, that's all I'll say.
Zam! Dumbledore is dead. Funny how I don't feel any remorse for him. Probably it's cause the actor is so un-dumbledorish that my mind just doesn't accept him as Dumbledore. Dumby's supposed to be whimsical, eccentric, benevolent, but this actor only portrayed him as a mean old bastard that deserves to be flung off a tower. If it had been Richard Harris playing him, I would surely and most definitely have burst out in fake tears (to make the people around me think I'm very in touch with my sensitive side).
The movie's duration is more than 2 hours, but somehow it didn't seem so long. This film meanders around at a more mellow pace than the previous Potter films, and it injects into it a dark sense of foreboding along with the blossoming relationships. What the movie didn't manage to do was to explain the subtleties for those who haven't been reading the books (I'm at a loss at why that is, seeing how it's practically a religious experience). It didn't explain why Snape's the half-blood Prince, nor did it explain much about Voldermort's choice in Horcruxes.
Overall verdict: It's Harry Potter, for the love of Oprah. Get your ass down to the nearest cinema and watch it, if not for Harry then at least for McGonagall.
Today's the release of the new Harry Potter movie, HP and the Half Blood Prince. About freaking time, I would say. Two years is a long long time to wait for a movie. Obviously, after two years of waiting around, you can't expect me to sit around and wait some more when Emma is waiting for me to go see her. Which is why Thursday afternoon found our class rushing to Orchard to see her (well, not totally her, of course. Prof McGonagall too. We don't forget our old darlings.)
And the show begins! Death Eaters flying around in puffs of black smoke (totally cool graphics, except I don't think that's how they really move around. I always had the impression that they rode donkeys) and destroying bridges; Diagon Alley... I don't know why, but I get this thrill of exhilaration as I watch the Dark Lord's underlings bring utter desolation upon England. Hopefully it's only cause I'm excited about the movie starting. I refuse to believe that I'm evil on the inside.
Helena Carter appears! Gosh I love her. She's Bellatrix (reminds me of a certain cereal), auntie of naughty boy Draco Malfoy. Her dark, lunatic, magnetic presence just fills the screen as she prances and slithers around, be it setting the Burrow on fire or wrecking the Great Hall.
Emma is turning out to be quite the lady! Who would have thought the brainy, bushy haired little girl could turn out to be the most beautiful one in the whole movie (and yes, Transformageeks. She's hotter than Megan-watch my boobs bounce in slow mo-Fox). Ginny Weasely practically looks like a troll next to her. And the 2 male leads. Gosh. Puberty wasn't kind, that's all I'll say.
Zam! Dumbledore is dead. Funny how I don't feel any remorse for him. Probably it's cause the actor is so un-dumbledorish that my mind just doesn't accept him as Dumbledore. Dumby's supposed to be whimsical, eccentric, benevolent, but this actor only portrayed him as a mean old bastard that deserves to be flung off a tower. If it had been Richard Harris playing him, I would surely and most definitely have burst out in fake tears (to make the people around me think I'm very in touch with my sensitive side).
The movie's duration is more than 2 hours, but somehow it didn't seem so long. This film meanders around at a more mellow pace than the previous Potter films, and it injects into it a dark sense of foreboding along with the blossoming relationships. What the movie didn't manage to do was to explain the subtleties for those who haven't been reading the books (I'm at a loss at why that is, seeing how it's practically a religious experience). It didn't explain why Snape's the half-blood Prince, nor did it explain much about Voldermort's choice in Horcruxes.
Overall verdict: It's Harry Potter, for the love of Oprah. Get your ass down to the nearest cinema and watch it, if not for Harry then at least for McGonagall.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Mini Novel: Mind Over Matter
Here is an excerpt from the mini novel I wrote last Christmas. It's a paranormal mystery =)
The link to the story is located below.
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“But how do you expect me to help?” Connor asked, although he thinks he already knew the answer.
“I know you have… abilities, Connor.” Karen replied. “You have got to help me find my child. I’ve travelled all the way to the West Coast for your help, I’ll..”
“I’m sorry; I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Connor cut her off. “I have to go now; my mom is expecting me back home.” He started rising from his chair.
“Please!” Karen reached out and grabbed hold of Connor’s hands. “I know you’re psychic, you can find him! You may be the last chance I have of seeing my son, Connor… I’m dying; I just want to see my son once before I leave this world.” Karen pleaded.
Connor froze halfway up. “You’re dying?”
Karen closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself. She took a deep breath, shuddering as she exhaled. “It’s cancer. Pancreatic. The doctor predicts I have a maximum of one year to live.” Karen’s watery eyes met Connor’s. “Fulfill this dying woman’s one last wish. Please?”
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Journal Excerpt: 30 December 2007
Wong Tai Sin Temple, Hongkong
They took us to this temple that's famous for their fortune tellars today. There was a whole street full of fortune tellars, and the number of people praying at the temple was just overwhelming. The air was full of chocking joss stick insense. This place is apparantly famous for its amazingly accurate fortune tellars.
I said I wanted my fortune told (cause it's so fun), and we looked for a guy who could speak Mandarin. They almost always only speak Cantonese, which is so annoying since I don't. There's this guy that charges 400HKD for like the whole thing, which includes palm reading, face reading, all the whole nine yards of whatever they do. He looks nice enough, so alright then. My future's in his hands (but since he's reading my palms, I guess it's really in my hands).
He asked for my birth dates, birth times, and checked lots of books. So the conclusion:
- I have too much 水 (water) in my life. It's cause of my birthdate or something.
- I would excell in stuff related to the elements fire, wood and earth, but not water or metal. I would very much like to know what those things are. Like what? Firefighter? I would excel in rushing into a burning building? But would I excel in rushing out?
- My luck this year isn't very good, but it'll get better for the next few years.
- My life would pretty much stablize after 28. So I guess if I'm gonna do anything craz I'll have to do it within the next 12 years.
- My first born would be a boy, second a girl.
- My love life would be complicated, due to the complicated love line on my palm.
- No one is planning or will plan to back stab me.
- There are lots of good people in my life.
- He says I worry about stuff too much (cause eyebrows very close to eyes)
- I'm an easy going person, but when I make up my mind it's difficult to make me change it.
- I'm very kind hearted, but should be weary of people who might make use of that against me.
- My studying skills are not good. I have to put in a lot of effort.
He said more, but I can't remember them now. I guess the first test would be my first born.
His shop number is 88. I guess I should remember it in case I go Hongkong again.
They took us to this temple that's famous for their fortune tellars today. There was a whole street full of fortune tellars, and the number of people praying at the temple was just overwhelming. The air was full of chocking joss stick insense. This place is apparantly famous for its amazingly accurate fortune tellars.
I said I wanted my fortune told (cause it's so fun), and we looked for a guy who could speak Mandarin. They almost always only speak Cantonese, which is so annoying since I don't. There's this guy that charges 400HKD for like the whole thing, which includes palm reading, face reading, all the whole nine yards of whatever they do. He looks nice enough, so alright then. My future's in his hands (but since he's reading my palms, I guess it's really in my hands).
He asked for my birth dates, birth times, and checked lots of books. So the conclusion:
- I have too much 水 (water) in my life. It's cause of my birthdate or something.
- I would excell in stuff related to the elements fire, wood and earth, but not water or metal. I would very much like to know what those things are. Like what? Firefighter? I would excel in rushing into a burning building? But would I excel in rushing out?
- My luck this year isn't very good, but it'll get better for the next few years.
- My life would pretty much stablize after 28. So I guess if I'm gonna do anything craz I'll have to do it within the next 12 years.
- My first born would be a boy, second a girl.
- My love life would be complicated, due to the complicated love line on my palm.
- No one is planning or will plan to back stab me.
- There are lots of good people in my life.
- He says I worry about stuff too much (cause eyebrows very close to eyes)
- I'm an easy going person, but when I make up my mind it's difficult to make me change it.
- I'm very kind hearted, but should be weary of people who might make use of that against me.
- My studying skills are not good. I have to put in a lot of effort.
He said more, but I can't remember them now. I guess the first test would be my first born.
His shop number is 88. I guess I should remember it in case I go Hongkong again.
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