Thursday, April 29, 2004

[ 29042004 6.02pm | logic. ]

this is my mum for you.

'eh, you know ah, men's jockeys are super confortable you know! cos theres alot of ball space, so its loose, and the elastic doesnt squeeze too tightly."
so now shes gonna buy jockeys specially for sleeping in.

we were at the robinsons sale you see. at expo. where i saw this ex-rj guy. whose name i cant remember.
gold 90FM was there, music was pretty good
=oh donna
=dying inside to hold you
are two old favourites that i'm determined to re-acquaint myself with.

yeah, sorry wm, i went without you. cos i dunno when we'll be free at the same time again. plus, my mum pays for me.

Wednesday, April 28, 2004

[ 28042004 2.02am | zoolander ]

its damn freaking funny. the two of them have really good on screen chemistry man...
its banned in singapore cos it has something about the malaysian prime minister. which is such a dumb reason to ban a show...


some readjustment to my life is in order.
sleeping, eating habits... etc.


welcome back to sg zy.

Monday, April 26, 2004

[ 26042004 1.31pm | kill.bill.2 ]

it appears that i have forgotten to mention that i caught kill bill2 with mel, mel's friend and shen @ps on sat. it was entirely enjoyable. the storyline was pretty good, and ppl... watch out for the eyeball part. excellent. haha...
less gore, less fighting. explains the new rating "m18".
oh yes. and that i caught starsky and hutch with wm and humpy last week. which was so funny... my goodness. its your typical side-splitter, with lame cracks and all, but done a little better than usual.

intend to catch a few more shows...
.50 first dates
.into the mirror

not showing anymore
.love me if you dare
.zoolander <--- that how u spell it?


i am so tired.
what lies infront of me from today on...

Sunday, April 25, 2004

[ 25042004 12.41am | dastardly. ]

pretty pissed off.



place : zouk / phuture
time : 11pm - 2/3am
day : friday, 23rd April 2004
with : melmel, mer, des foo, natasha, fay chin, her cousin, her cousin's friend (dont want to spell the names wrongly see)
event : fay's cousin's 19th bdae (which is on sun)

had a kahlua milk. which was nice and weak. cos i cant take alcohol.
(btw, the legal drinking age in the US is 21 if i'm not wrong.)

escapade 1:
there are buggers who keep dancing close and pushing us off our turf. so we get pissed off. hence, we devise a plan to keep our ground.
step 1 - melmel squeezes guy's butt
step 2 - melmel squeezes guy's butt somemore
step 3 - guy turns around to take a look
step 4 - i give guy a grin
haha... so what happens is i either get a shocked pleased look, or a wth are you up to look.
its damn funny. but we were just asking to get beaten up.

escapade 2:
melmel went back to the bar to get drinks. a shot and a vodka lime. then i went back to the floor thinking he was following. he wasnt.
so. i dance alone, thinking that he'll appear any moment.
he doesnt.
so what happens? i get picked up. but some recruit hair guy. ok.
lesson learnt - gal that dances alone will get picked up immediately.

escapade 3:
melmel challenges me to pick a guy up. and if i do, he'll pick a gal up.
using what i learnt from escapade 2, i edge away from the group towards this spectacle gang. everyone there wears some kind of eyewear. bizzare man.
anyway, on my way there, i run into this malay guy who, according to melmel is called andy, i couldnt really catch his name. he introduces me to his friends and puts a hand on my waist? ok. eek.
watever. too many details.
point is, i succeeded. and melmel played me out by not fulfilling his part of the deal. then, i run back to the safety of the group.

at the end of the night :
this bunch is damn fun to club with man. and fay is damn fun to dance with. so is mel. mer was always off on his own to one side. plus, he was so sober. cos he was driving.
ran into quite a few ppl there, fam's fren dreiser, jason whom i've been running into everywhere... clementi, sakae... gosh. yikley, songting, alim...
happiest bit of info i got : melmel, fay etc play CS! whee!

[yeah man... sorry guys. i'm so tame. but to ppl who know me, would be wondering what the *beep* i was thinking...]

Friday, April 23, 2004

[ 23042004 2.23am | dubious. ]

every now and then, the rare gentleman comes along and scares you.


there was a guy at raffles city, who was digging at his ass non-stop. it was really really off cos he was really going at it in full view. granted it was 10pm and most people had left. but still. thats what toilets are for.
after he dug his fill, he waddled off looking like he has potatoes in beween his legs.
then he proceeded to scratch his head with the same hand that he used to dig at his butt.
it was damn funny. mer and i were collapsing behind the pillar, deciding if we should yell
"itchy ah?"
"need help not?"
"wah... shiok ah!"

its unglam. ppl, pls, dont scratch your butt in public.


thinking about dubious unglam things...
back in rj, we, a03d and a03c were squashed into a TS. it was totally silent as we prepared ourselves for the common test.
in the midst of enjoying the silence before the storm,
chong geng lets rip an enormous fart.
it was so loud i thought it was the chair leg on the floor.


or max... jumping straight up into a TS roof beam from a chair while trying to WWF a bunch of sprawling a03d boys on the floor...

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

[ 21042004 12.26am | nicoll.hwy ]

what about it? it collapsed.


anyway. heres my top 5 most disgusting couples to see together, pdaing in town.

5) when the couple is really young.
4) where the gal is way taller than the guy.
3) the gal is damn alot chio-er than the guy is yandao. (and vice versa)
2) when they are fat ass ugly.
1) a mix of all the above.

i'm a bitch todae. sorry. been in a fantastically bitchy mood recently. just ask shen. or ruth. i have no idea why.
dont get offended with me ok? i'm sure all you disgusting couples reading this have fantastic characters. its just... i dont know you. and i may end up being stuck in one of those disgusting couplehood relationships anytime in future. one never knows. when that happens, i'll try to keep myself off the streets. and u will be welcome to bang me on your blogs about it.

[actually, the beauty about relationships like that, with the exception of no. 5, is that you can be sure that the couple really likes each other... its more than skin deep.

in the meantime,
just dont pda. pls. save that for homes and private spaces.
pda is a nono. pls...

Monday, April 19, 2004

[ 19042004 3.59am | huh? ]

ok. i dunno why the blogger banner is in the middle of nowhere. but it looks pretty amusing.


its been an excellent day.
this is one sunday, in a really really long time that i actually didnt dread waking up early and sitting through everything. and i spent an unusually long time in church. was there form 8am til 3 plus.
because i am now involved in a ministry. we are actively fund raising for our trip to indonesia, bandung. we are going under habitat for humanity and we have to raise about 1k per person. this organisation sends volunteers worldwide to build houses for the needy. so i really think this is gonna be an eye opening experience for all of us.
its also a chance for revival... of my relationship with God, with the church, with the the other youth.
pray for me k? fund raising's no joke in a church with a congregation of 200.


spent the night fooling around with microsoft frontpage. i think i'm getting the hang of it. yes dan, i know you're gonna tell me to use dreamweaver. hur... let me start with something less pro first k? and i only have the old version of dreamweaver. so i have to wait for my dad to obtain a newer one.


"guys wish that they will be their gal's first, whereas gals wish that they will be their guy's last."

does this statement hold any water? or is it another of those gender generalisations?
i really dont see why a guy gets to go around and sow wild oats, ruining every girl he comes across, whereas gals have to preserve themselves. i'm not saying that gals should go and sow wild oats. nono.
and i dont think that gals particularly want to be at the end of the f***-chain. [ this happens to be a new term that i have just come up with. i think its pretty self-explanatory. should you have difficulty understanding it, pls let me know, so that i can poke something into your eye. ]
i remember reading something about how a guy wouldnt want his girl to show him what she has learnt from the entire football team, he'd rather show her the ropes himself.

okok. before i digress further, there are 2 things that i am really unhappy about.
1. the damned gender divide on purity
2. the fact that purity is compromised in the first place.


i'm in the middle of revamping my site. i cant figure if i should modify the old look or give it a totally new coat of paint.


the thing about lack of sleep is : the less sleep you get, the more hyper and high and mad you are.
not just that. even though youre tired, you cant sleep. somehow, you will force yourself to stay up and do nonsense like type out blog entries.
maybe its just that i'm screwed up.
perhaps i need some form of release.
why do i so desperately need to write and write... about nothing much... its a compulsion.

hope i'll wake in time for sentosa with mel and ruth. =)

i needa do a timetable for my present week before i forget what my schedule is gonna be like
mon - sentosa, meet haresh
tues - tuition, meet the gals
wed - physio, sign class, mambo with ruth?, send mel off?
thur - sentosa, ronald. kenn's fella?
fri - phuture
sat - swissotel
sun - fundraising. return of the king. lolz.

Sunday, April 18, 2004

[ 18042004 2.28am | ]

20 days, 1000 hits. who are all you people.


anyway, i added a link to the reason in the last entry. u all can right click, "save target as" to d/l it.
i'd love to put the song on my site. but that requires abit of work. and i'm way too lazy to tire myself out. esp when i'm feeling so drained. i think its called the after-exam relapse.


i am so brain dead todae. apologies. maybe later.

Saturday, April 17, 2004

[ 17042004 2.46am | my.reason ]

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

    the reason ~

this is for you.
you who never reads my blog.
but it doesnt matter.


sorry guys, i dont usually dedicate songs, but feeling particularly vulnerable and in the mood tonight.
pls right click and save target as to d/l this song...

on a lighter note, my exams are finally over! u should have seen the look on my face when the prof announced "times up, all pens down." its called : rapture.
bliss. 4mths free.

presently at mel thng's house after a strange night out. why strange? was at indochine after floorball today and there was a live band that played songs... that brought back alot of memories...

nows the time for jobs, anyone got lobangs?


this is very interesting. i havent missed someone, anyone for quite a long time. its an interesting feeling.

Thursday, April 15, 2004

[ 15042004 1.41pm | ]

class 95 : "its called... elevator love. it gets up very quickly."


i have had 5 hours of sleep in the last 2 days. i think i'm about to expire. i had more sleep in school in my 5hr break between exams than i did the night before.
somehow that sentence didnt flow. like all my essay answers.
lets rephrase it using colloquial.
i had a 5hr break in between my exam papers. during which i took a nap. and that nap was longer than my sleep at night.
that wasnt colloquial.


o. science fac tea is THE best. it was so strong that i was hopping til 6am this morn.
but kenn claims that nothing beats 4 cans of coke and 8 fags. haha. something i hope i will never have to try.


the shrey theory.

(meaning shen + reynard theory)

people are organized into a few levels. call it physical stratification if you wish.
the lowest of them is the level of the "plastic surgery also no use".
then comes the large chunk of "the normal".
the apex... consists of "the galaxy".

not in plain enough england?

basically, damn ugly, ok, unreachable.
there is, however, this thin band of people, who border the normal and the galaxy. these are the people who just need slight alterations to attain galaxyhood.

and. these sad unfortunate people, are very likely those who have the needs to proclaim their good looks. ie, they need affirmation and constant assurance that they can make it. they need a constant show, a means to draw notice to themselves... hence the dressing. look around. you'll know what i mean. (*cough*1inchthickmakeup*cough*)

the galaxy, on the other hand, dress in macham with holes, big hair and rotten sandals. and they turn heads cos of their features, which even their disguise cant hide.


k. this is called : damn sleepy.

TING : theres floorball tml in rj at 5.10. drop me a sms to let me know! mel's back btw. and she'll be there. pearl contacted you?

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

[ 14042004 2.06am | fourteen. ]

one down.
four to go.

Monday, April 12, 2004

[ 12042004 2.42am | presence~ ]

i am pretty interested to know who reads my blog. how many are friends whom use it to keep in touch with my life? how many are secret admirers seeking to know more about me? (i flatter myself) how many are passers-by who decide that its interesting and then come back often to check things out? (i flatter myself once again) are there enemies (whom i dont know about)?
i dunno. how many ppl are loyal DAILY readers? that would be interesting to know. how many ppl get here by searching for say... Jay Chau?

thoughts sparked off by the jumping counter on my site as well as dan's recent msg telling me he passworded his blog.

plus, i wonder how i write, or rather, what people who read my stuff think. i wonder if it smacks of my nationality, or if its disgustingly primary school, or if it a narcissistic boring daily life kinda thing.
one thing i know, its not a personality quiz site, i know quite enough about myself to post these things incessantly. one or two particularly interesting ones now and then are harmless. a whole site full of them will just piss me off totally.
i'd rather just not write.


its been a pleasantly surprising night. been in an extremely crabby mood the past week or so. i owe it to my stress level which is increasing exponentially. and exceedingly warped sleeping hours, i definitely am living on the wrong side of the globe... my headaches, and the damned exams.
dont believe that i could get that awful? ask the long suffering people around me. like my family. and wm. hur.
sis : "are you ok?"
me : "huh?" *blur look, looking up from a pile of papers*
sis : "you're like a little black cloud in the house..."

but i gotta say that my sis has interesting metaphors. similes.
extremely self centred entry. i feel like the centre of a mandala polity.

Saturday, April 10, 2004

[ 10042004 11.31pm | ]

i just went to the singtel site and checked some of the gals out. my gosh. some cant even write to save their lives, i mean, how unimaginative can they get...
and the latest few entries all seem to be about how sucky the competition is, how they are all backstabbing each other and how stupid singtel is at organising. how they are comtemplating quitting the competition and what not.

and i was asking myself... why dont they just quit and stop whining about it?
its like... ppl who talk about committing suicide are the ones who are least likely to do so.
similarly, those who talk about quitting, are actually the ones who are least likely to quit.
fame, attention, accpetance, money.
who doesnt want all that?
i do.

Friday, April 09, 2004

[ 09042004 11.12pm | / revenge ]

i dont really care if this means that i have to owe someone a treat.
pls. those who have been redirected from my neighbour's site, click --> this <--

here's a preliminary shot.

k. back to mugging / preparing for exams.

Thursday, April 08, 2004

[ 08042004 4.11am | the.devil.within ]

went for sign language course todae. yes ade, we're learning SEE! and i think we're gonna need your help. whats "they", "find", "down", "up"... and alot more.


anyway, funny how liking someone can really change things...
theres the awkward, oh no, that person likes me thing, and somehow, you'll never feel comfortable / the same talking to eh person again, once he/she has professed a liking for you... esp if your friendship isnt strong enough...
strange how a change in how one person views another can set a relationship (friendship) on a totally different course.
sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.
especially if both parties dont feel the same way...
painful how someone who used to be so close, can become so estranged when the way 2 ppl view each other doesnt match...
hate and love are part of the same continumm. there is such a fine line between the two.
both are equally overpowering feelings...
both inexplicable.
the person you love the most, can also be the one you hate the most.
and if that person happens to be yourself...


happiness and sadness are on two separate scales. the happiness level may remain the same, but the sadness level can increase. likewise, you can remain as sad as you were, but your happiness level can go up.
the operate independantly.
i think i have done a discourse on this before.
just rethinking it.


love at first sight?
is nonsense.
interest at first sight, yes.
love is cultivated,
in fact, you may never be able to find the true meaning of love.
love is an attribute of God, hence, its something we, in our limited human perceptions, can ever understand.
its like chasing after a cloud... its almost there... in our grasp... but once we reach for it, our fingers close on air.


screwed up piece of shit.

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

[ 07042004 2.11pm | missing ]

few of you out there would have known me back in my rgs days... which means, all the guys reading this, except mingwei, and practically all the girls.
for those who did know me back then, even fewer would have known me in sec2.

this is the time frame that my present entry takes place in.
back in 1998, i was a free little twit (ok, i know that a twit is a pregnant goldfish. but i wasnt pregnant, and i'm not a goldfish.) and i was in love.
in love? yeah. for once, i'll admit it.

with birds.

this meant that i travelled everyday from changi, to boonlay, taking 2 buses in the meantime, to arrive at Jurong Bird Park by 8am every morning. meaning, i woke up at 5am everyday and braved a 2hr journey there. for over a month.
thats not love? well. passion, maybe.
but i know some boyfriends who wouldnt be willing to do something like that for their girl.

the following year, in 99, i went back again.
i really loved it there. the people i got to know, the interaction with the birds... i have some really memorable experiences... being footed by a harris hawk, feeding the hoepoe, enticing a lorry to jump on my arm, crickets, mealworms, chicks...

in particular, i liked the Fuji Hawk Centre. i was attached there for quite long... which was pretty unusual.
remember all the lunches at the reptile park... and the arcade... and saving rachael, the time crisis girl... haha...
can remember everything so clearly...
and i was thinking about it last night... and i realised how much i missed that place.
so. i'm gonna call up the community liason officer and ask if i can go back there during my 4mth break. anita's not there anymore... and i wonder if meemee is still taking her place.

thats me with braces... back in... sec 3 i think... with long hair tied in a pony tail and bangs.
how long ago was that.
and thats rocky the malay eagle owl (bubo sumatranus).
its amazing how i remember these things...

wish i could show you jasper. he's totally cute and i really adored him so much. its a collared scops owl.

i have to go back there.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

[ 06042004 4.14am | -_- ]

and once again... i'm left feeling *ta-dah* ripped up. and ripped out. i'm starting to get used to this feeling. i might actually start liking it cos it tells me something.


"Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever.

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,
A song is no song 'til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
'Til you give it away.

Love is a game that two can play and both win.

True love stories never have endings.

Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."

in return, i ripped this from someones blog that i found while surfing around earlier in the night.


sorry if i get lazy now and merely quote things. its exam time, and i've a whole semester of work to do in one week.


my bottle theory

..a bottle, which is hard to open, just makes the opener want to open it for the sake of opening it.

..its the "i want to pry open this bottle just because its hard to open" mentality, not so much because you really want whats inside. the harder it is to open, the harder you will try. the more you will invest into dominating it.

..a hard to open bottle with seemingly nice things inside may tempt one to open it. but after realising that the bottle is hard to open, focus shifts from whats inside to its difficulty of being opened.

..satisfaction gained is from opening the bottle, not the gaining of the contents.

..its partly the ego, isnt it? like, say a helpless gal comes up to you with a mineral water bottle, requesting you open it for her.

..or you're with a group of friends who cant open a bottle of subzero.

..people want to prove things.

the bottle? can refer to many things. go figure.

[ 06042004 12.10am | variegated ]

i feel like a variegated creeper. and i dont mean that i want to eat one.
dont ask me what i mean.

i think i miss my long hair.
1. my short hair is growing out, and is hence becoming irritating and difficult to style. not that i style it much.
2. i cant tie it back, and i cant use metal hairbands. because i'm allergic to impure metal. i just put on my metal hairband for 10 mins 2 days ago and it itched me til i woke up scratching. and only those type of sprial metal hairbands would hold my hair now.
3. it kept the back of my neck warm. esp when the air-cons everywhere are so freaking cold. mad. go live in the arctic lah.
4. cos it looked interesting in the photos i've been looking through.
5. its easier to maintain than short hair. really. no need to brush and i wake up and its obediant and flat, cos its so long and heavy.
6. you can do more things with long hair than short, like... interesting chopsticks in the hair things and tying it up... and such.

it doesnt mean that i will grow my hair out.
i cant take the length after a while and i'll chop it off before long. haha... sorry for the pun.
my hair life has been a series of ups and downs. the minute it hits below the shoulder, i start getting pissed with it. my pissed state will last for about 6mths or until i have the spare cash to cut it, or til i cut it myself.
and, long hair is such an overrated sexy gal thing. stereotypes are meant to be avoided.

Monday, April 05, 2004

[ 05042004 2.12pm | state.of.mind ]

i missed 5k day. hmm.


you leave me feeling... clueless and distraught.
you leave me a in a strange state of mind.

why do i allow myself to be distracted
what happened to my shutting things out?

old questions resurface.
i never know whats going on inside.


"such was the lesson... it came hard, going as it did to counter to much that was strong and dominant in his own nature; and while he disliked it in the learning of it, unknown to himself he was learning to like it. it was a placing of his destiny in another's hands, a shifting of the responsibilities of existence.
This in itself was compensation, for it is always easier to lean upon another than to stand alone."

Sunday, April 04, 2004

[ 04042004 2.38am | wow! ]

todays date is so nice... 040404... the perfect date to ask your girl to be your stead. at 04.04 am. or pm.
how significant! plus, 4 sounds like "die" in chinese, and chinese dialects. juxtapose that with the beginning of a new life together...


anyway, to the ocs guys who commissioned today, relak... shit happens... at the end of it all though, i'm sure the process of commissioning is enough to overwrite the loss of the parade... process vs end...
cheer up k? i know theres nothing i can say to lessen the sting... but... if i can help in anyway, let me know. ;)


lone rifle : thats the freaking point you see...
I may speak for the guys when I say that our general aversion to parents stems from our fear of getting nuked by them
thats exactly it. why the **** do you have to be so freaking afraid??? is it a crime to like a girl? to acknowledge that a girl comes with a family too? so what if her parents dont like you, at the LEAST, they'll respect you for being able to come clean... no 偷偷摸摸 thing. just pure, open, honesty.
even if they do put you down, its probably a test to see what kind of person you are by how you handle such a situation.

i fear for my generation of guys. and the generations of guys to come.
i fear for us gals too... what kind of cavemen and toads are we gonna be stuck with...


about riches and manners, there is a correlation. particularly if you're talking about the old rich. they tend to stress very much on behaviour, social behaviour and what not. in the case of a less well off family, the main concern is making ends meet, not behaviour.
of course there are exceptions, like, my family. i wouldnt call us old rich, but my parents arent overly concerned with money. they tend to stress alot more on manners, behaviour, self awareness... watever. maybe its also a perspective thing?
but generally, riches and manners come hand in hand. riches, meaning old rich. not bourgeoisie.

Saturday, April 03, 2004

[ 03042004 4.44am | fail.lah ]

its commissioning for the april ocs batch...
i have suddenly been employed to go for coms ball on sunday at ritz carlton. pretty out of the blue.

just back from supper with a great friend. haha. who is a piece of shit. but. anyway.
half the stalls were closed by the time we got there because i was waylaid by a significant other person. so we had supper at like... 3. ok.

issues issues.

1.does upbringing affect a person more than wealth? does good upbringing come with wealth? do you want your boyfriend to treat you? [boyfriend. guys, sorry. i'm a gal, so i can only give things from my perspective]

1. is pretty undecided. there are points for and against... so i cant really come to a conclusion...

2. is a little more clear cut. first on the list is definitely respect. like... "hi uncle, may i take your daughter out tonight? i promise to get her back by midnight."
this. is called : class.
it takes dating to a new level, its serious, its a i'm not afraid of yout parents kinda thing, i'm willing to take all that comes with a relationship, its not selfishly just about the 2 of us, there are family members involved too.
when you have to answer to someone higher up than you, theres a sort of responsibility there. you are expected to take greater care.
i am, admittedly a super independant gal, very... "dont open the door for me, i have hands, i can do it myself", but this isnt just about being treated like a gal, its about respecting me as a person. about taking things seriously. and it reflects upbringing!! and its not about experience either...
do i make sense??

thing is. where do you find someone like this nowadays? most guys will run off at the mention of parents. if not run, then they will at least clam up, and generally be averse to the idea.
well. let me tell all you males this : its very telling. it tells how much you are willing to give, how much you bother. how you view us.

*mutter mutter*
i mourn the passing of true gentlemen.
society nowadays is way too mercenary for words, so much so that they've neglected to grow as humans.


watched passion of Christ with my aspi who is presently posted to OCS =) congrats aspi... and i hope to see you one sat soon. and u should be very honoured, you're the first to go out with me after i removed my cast.
the show is very, for people with background knowledge. it seems to me that mel gibson, being a catholic, has placed alot of emphasis on mother mary. she appears alot.
and the cinematography (excuse the spelling) was pretty much like braveheart. like, the devil passes around the crowd very much like how william's wife passes through the crowd when he gets executed. when Jesus was tormented, they showed him on his back, from the chest up. very much like the scene when william wallace gets flayed.
one very beautiful scene was when Jesus died, and theres an aerial view of a falling drop of water. gorgeous. the scene where satan screams after the death is also pretty compelling.


dozey. catcha'll laytuh-