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spoiler alert!

but aiyah, the plot is so unsophisticated i think spoiler also nevermind; you won't miss out on much anyway.

the "crack crack crack" weirdo sound that comes out during transformation reeks of nostalgia.

adapting a cartoon into a movie is understandably difficult, especially for one involving such difficult-to-depict-in-real-life motions like transforming.

starscream the f22 fighter jet transforming between his 2 forms in midair was way cool.

bumblebee using radio to speak is damn cute.

the autobots hiding themselves was hilarious; especially when they all tried to camouflage themselves by morphing into their vehicular form, in the garden. stupidly entertaining.

"the parents are irritating. shall we decimate them?"

mojo pees on ironhide's feet and ironhide nearly kills him as he thinks his feet are going to rust.

i think that was the most enjoyable part of the movie, but the tragic reality is that transformers is not supposed to be a comedy. (or is it?)

the plot was too complex, in my humble opinion. the target audience are probably kids and long-time fans; the former won't understand the story; the latter will probably not appreciate the weird twists.

megatron wasn't stylo at all and i think the only cool feat he managed to pull off was ripping jazz apart so effortlessly. (was that even jazz? see, the plot quite hard to follow!)

the way megatron died was also extremely wtf.

and it's also very cute that the cube that sector seven was storing in this huge place all along, could suddenly miraculously be transformed into a tiny object for logistical cinematic purposes, so that the guy can later insert it into megatron's chest to kill him. (?!)

bleah.

okay maybe i'm being critical. (eh but review also gave 2 stars nia.)

but i think if they ain't gonna focus on the plot and want to concentrate on the action instead, which is plausible by the way, they should at least have a more easy-to-understand plot wad. i think the whole flow was a complex mess.

one solution i propose is to give up on understanding the story from the start and focus on the fun and aesthetics.

the babe was hot too.

but then again, this is the kind of movie that you can enjoy to the max only in a cinema lah, so just go and watch lah, since the whole world is going to watch as well.

purchasing the tickets was an adventure because they were selling so damn fast. i think i will never catch a hot movie on a weekend ever again; expensive, lousy seats, and long q-ing time; we sat on the third row, and my neck was very suan indeed.

eh i removed the tagboard, so just use the comments section lah okay?

i wanna keep the comments organized so that they go with the posts they belong to :)

update: aiyah, let's have it back.

maybe i inherited mother's way of thinking.

quite easily contented one.

i'm very lucky to be born healthy and to have family members who love me.

i'm not a social butterfly but thoroughly enjoy the company of those who are important to me.

i'm world-wary enough to know about the invisible dangers of the world but serene enough to accept the way the world works.

stupid enough to be just a stupid normal person who treads the earth like any other, but smart enough to see the merits in being stupid.

most importantly, even though i get emo at times, i'm generally just a stupid person with the extraordinary talent of being happy.

and that's probably enough :)

i think i never announce also alot of people know liaoz...

seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeebeh sampart.

so...

so....

no need to say liao :)




for dinner on my birthday, we had char kway teow, chai tao kuey, sugarcane juice, and one stupid fish head.

twenty two measly dollars, no service charge, no gst, no plus plus plus, eat until how shiok, eat until rav4 walk also cannot walk!

after that just find somewhere nice to sit down and talk.. how simple, how happy :)

haven't felt so happy.. in a long, long time :)

P.S. 05/07/07: smilies have been killed to save the tagboard.

my mother thinks birthdays shouldn't merely be celebrations of the birth of the young; they should also been seen as days to pay tribute to the factories (mothers) as well.

i concur.

so arigato for giving birth to me, though saying it here is pretty much pointless because there is only a mere 0.00002% chance that you will one day muster up the it-savviness to turn on a computer, open a browser, point your mouse to the correct position, type in your son's extremely sophisticated blog url, and hit enter.

my mother says that giving birth to me was the most painful experience in her life. my lao di and lao jie were less of a pain.

luckily i am damn filial and it's all worthwhile.

right anot?

we were supposed to go to sakura last saturday after cblc meeting. i asked rav4 along but she said she couldn't make it because she had to work as there will be vips coming to the restaurant and they will be very very very busy.

what a blatant lie.

but the blueberry cheese cake she made was... very very nice :) so she's forgiven :)

budden the cblc people were so irritating and kept on incessantly teasing and teasing and making fun of us and swooning and getting jealous of me that i totally forgot to take a picture with everyone.

at the end of everything, there was still alot of the cake left.

after lunch, went to town with rav4, where we were heng ka lao sai and stumbled into ndp rehearsal with a good seat.

so free fireworks ;)

the long-awaited sequel to this, this and this.

the bottle has finally run into a mishap.

for the first time in our lives, me and rav4 went to louis vuitton.

i just suddenly felt adventurous and got curious about why people even need to queue to get into a bloody shop.

but because we were relatively young compared to the general crowd inside, we knew we had to do some acting to prevent ourselves from getting chased out of the shop. our shoddy attire didn't help much either.

our roles were to be two spoilt brats and bratesses (okay i know there's no such word) who had so much pocket money we didn't know where to spend them. we had to be mentally prepared and not go in and look too amazed.

with that, we puffed our chests and joined in the queue.

and at this wonderful timing, i suddenly saw huijing coming into taka so i waved at her sheepishly.

she must be wondering wtf i was doing queing at louis vuitton.

and so we were trying to while the time away waiting to get into the shop, when the idiotic rav4 suddenly blurted out something stupid, i forgot what, i think it's along the lines of "but we no money".

then this woman in front of us turned around to look at her, then at me, then speechlessly turned to face the front again.

wtf.

finally, we got let in, and we tried our best to look as distinguished/spoilt as we could, and realized that rich people actually really don't look rich at all. got one auntie with a very stuckup look sitting at one of the counters, apparently looking through a catalogue for bags.

rav4: shit, i feel weird in here.

so we camoflaged into the shoes section, where there are fewer people, and at the same time trying to remember our new identities as distinguished spoilt people.

the shoes were really quite nice. i picked one up, flipped it over, and said very airily, "ooh, this one is so cheap. $950 only."

then we saw sneakers that looked exactly like what i was wearing. damn cheapskate. $600 plus only.

i was enjoying myself flipping over all the shoes to check out the price tags, and suddenly remembered we weren't supposed to look impressed, so we moved on.

rav4: oh ya, you need to buy slippers right.
me: oh ya hor, might as well buy here right, since so cheap.

found one, flipped it over. $600 plus.

went to check out the clothes. the tags on them don't indicate the price. we logically concluded that people here don't really care about this mundane thing we mere mortals call money.

aha! found one with a price tag.

about $2400.

i picked up my eyeballs from the ground and popped them back in.

we wandered around abit more, and then rav4 said something stupid again, which i hope nobody heard. "eh, i think the only things in here we can afford are the keychains."

we left the shop feeling like beggars.

today lao bu made dumplings.

was supposed to play bball with the world's saddest team, but sky black black and looked like it was gonna rain, so i didn't go. (it didn't rain)

instead, i was a filial son and helped my lao bu wrap dumplings.

don't see ingredients so little, lao bu spent so much time preparing them okay. i said if sister doesn't learn, maybe the art of dumpling wrapping will be lost forever from our generation onwards.

she said "you learn lo."

then i diao her.

she said next time she can hao lian to people that her son is the only person in the generation who knows how to make dumplings. wah, damn proud of her son. better than having a doctor in the family.

then we talked about studies. she asked me engin how. i said like fuck. (in a more civilized way of course) i said maybe major in automotive engin. she said i should major in bar4 chang3 engineering.

sometimes i think i inherited her contaminated crappy genes.

we don't really celebrate father's day but we are filial kids. oh ya, this cake was won from a lucky draw we took part in when we bought mother's day cake. cannot let papa know.

and today is lao di's 21st birthday. and the poor thing has to share cake with his lao jie and ah hia, because we are a frugal family and we always share the cake.

everyone grows up amazingly fast. lao di just got his driving license. and will be going smu soon. and lao jie is getting married.

omg.

soon i'll become my sister's kid's uncle.

then i'll get married also.

then there will be kids running around calling me lao peh.

omfg.

the world's saddest team met up for dim sum buffet today. dunno what was up with everyone's appetite. eat abit all cannot make it liao. damn waste money. i was the last man standing as usual and they just sat there watch me eat.

mango sago was damn nice. i one person took about six bowls, then this man behind me was looking damn anxious, cos i think he also want to eat. on hindsight, i should have offered him one bowl.

but nevermind.

because i didn't to waste a single drop, i lifted the whole pot to scoop up every last bit, much to the depression of the poor man queing behind, budden the bunch of assholes a.k.a. the world's saddest team just stood there laughing and laughing and saying damn embarassing and that i am damn kiem4 peng3.

but whatever lah, consumer rights okay, pay twenty bucks must eat till shiok shiokz.

my lao bu has been nagging me to throw away my unwanted shoes. she always scolds me for having too many shoes i don't wear. which is not true okay! most of them is wear until cannot wear anymore but i can't bear to throw them away.

so i decided to take one last parting shot and throw them away, because old one dun go, new one dun come.

a history of my shoes:

one of da all-time favorites. straps are for lazy bums like me. no need to tie shoelaces. this one is really wear until gou ben one. it has holes at the bottom.

it's a pair of walking shoes. damn comfortable. somemore can just slip in slip out. i've worn it hundreds upon hundreds of times for sure. since jc, i believe.

it pains me to throw you away, because you've covered my feet unwaveringly for such a long period of time, through thick and thin, but you are too tattered and torn, so while it pains me so, i have to see you go.

sayonara.

newest pair of shoes. bought this with bm with the intention of having it substitute the strapped one. but i still prefer strapped shoes.

new balance. a.k.a no balance. army shoes. about 3 years old. this one also is wear until gou ben one.


knn this pair of slippers wear few months then break liao. damn cheapo one lah, but still?!



this was bought because all i had were sports shoes and i needed something to wear for more formal occasions. serves its purpose well on the surface, but the base is also all tattered and torn liaoz. can make do until i absolutely need a new pair of formal shoes i guess.

army shoes. brooks sucks. plus this one is oversized. wear to play bball whole day play until my toes blue-black. moral of the story: don't play bball in oversized shoes. especially fucked up army shoes.


wah lau eh this one. addidas t-mac 2. the first pair of real bball shoes i bought. i think i bought this when i was still a noob.

okay i am still a noob but not as noob as before. this is one heavy pair of shoes, though it probably looks quite light.

alas, though i've worn it countless times through countless games, it ain't very comfy and while it looks okay on the surface, it has no soles too. my e-brakes are too powerful.


my funkiest pair of shoes. i never wore it much though, because it's too attention seeking lah.

that time got one match with people we dunno, then they want to record score and number of fouls, they actually put me down on paper with the nickname "yellow shoes".

vintage. wore these in my jc days. i think my feet have grown bigger cos they feel damn tight now. and the white parts are growing yellow. i used to wear these to play bball when i was a super-noob. goes to show how noob i was; this kind of shoes how to wear and play?!

$35 cheapskate nike shoes. i couldn't resist the offer. nabeh first time wear my feet the behind pain like fuck. check out how high it is. then damn hard also. no wonder discount. never wore this much.

DEAR is the acronym NLB is using for its reading campaign. it stands for Drop Everything And Read.

so cute right.

i was at woodlands library. i found the promotional banner for double-your-reading very endearing.

once, me and qibi were discussing about the fact that you can't really talk about sensitive stuff/badmouth other people/be ultra emo on your blog when you know it's being read by people you know in real life.

she said she has like 5 blogs.

i was like wow, how amazing.

but i don't even post that much, and i'm not all that emo.

actually, when you give and take some, i'm actually ultimately, a very stupidly happy little boy.

too bad i have cancerian blood in me, and when things happen, the emo curse strikes, the full moon shines, and i turn into a crab.

i'm getting kinda tired.

turning into a grouchy old man.

i hate this.

i arrive with pitchforks, horns on my head. my sole purpose in life is to agitate the most important people in my life.

i roll over in maniac laughter as they realize my evil intentions and scream in horror and run away from me as fast as their little legs can carry them.

i eat little kids for breakfast, and swallow them whole without spitting out the bones.

i'm here to wreck havoc on your life.

so run away and seek solace in the company of angels, bright halos on their heads, before i take another bite off you.

the worst dreams in the world are ones that actually feel damn real and ties in with your real life.

those "nightmare on elm street" types are scary, but when you wake up, you heave a sigh a relief and hey, it's just a stupid dream.

i remember waking up in the middle of the night last night panting and clutching my fists and feeling extremely desperate and it took me a whole of a few minutes to realize that it was just a bloody dream.

my legs were like jelly and i was perspiring.

the scariest dream i ever had.

ever.

the world internet summit was a 4 days event at expo, and was damn tiring because i had to wake up damn early; expo is damn far from my place.

but i met alot of very cool people there, a huge bunch of others i've only talked to in forums, a few living legends, and made contacts that pretty much ensured that this holiday i'll make more money than if i took on a full-time job.

and if you're wondering why i'm taking pictures of the screen instead of the real thing, realize that i'm using my puny 2.0 megapixels camera phone, and it has its limitations.

i was quite surprised at her appearance. she came to recieve the check for stephen perice's "for a greater cause" campaign. it was a 4-days challenge and yeah, he did hit the target of raising $100,000 in those 4 days. brilliant guy.

this is jay abraham. YES, THE JAY ABRAHAM. the living legend. just search for his name on google and you'll find a zillion results. he's so famous that i'm quite amazed he agreed to speak for wis. he charges up to $25,000 per head for his workshops leh.

first time i've seen a speaker holding a bottle like that and speaking at the same time. he doesn't use a script by the way. doesn't even use powerpoint. power. his charisma was amazing. i loved this shot. he absolutely looks like a don, a mafia boss.

dylan and dr.mani. dr. mani is damn zai. he's a surgeon for children with heart defects in india; i respect him alot.

mark joyner looks like another ah beng. he was an ex-us officer. super charismatic ah beng, man. i read all three of his books!

andrew damn yandao right. his friend also damn stylo, and both of them were damn big-sized. from austrailia. he said when he arrived at the hotel, got girls all chiong towards him and touching him and saying things he didn't understand. me and dylan immediately concluded: must be those from china.

i bought mongolian milk from the food fair while i was there! biaomei seems to think i'm crazy. so did peter, fonny and tricia.

"so, what did you buy?"

"you bought WHAT?"

"er??"

but it was really damn yummy, though i felt quite embarassed lugging around 12 packets of milk and a loaf of bread as free gift at an event like wis.

they even had these flavoured straws where there's flavoured powder in between two half-sealed ends, so when you drink from them, your pure milk becomes flavoured. so interesting!

we also ate chou dou fu, which was really not chou at all. but fonny nearly died, which i completely didn't understand why. she so funny, kept holding her nose as we were walking through the food fair.

zhen hao siao. we are so going to visit her restaurant at ubin some time.

peter said tricia used to work for thaksin. dunno really anot, maybe dua kang one.

i am a godfather fan.

and now that i just finished reading "the last don", i know that if i were born in sicily, i'd be a damn hardcore mafia myself.

why don't they expand to singapore? we don't need no ah bengs. ah bengs are damn no class. sophisticated ah bengs are pretty cool, but ah bengs are basically juvenile delinquents who need mothers to love them.

and i digress. if we do have mafias in singapore i wanna be a bruglione. or even cooler, a consiglere. but singapore is probably so small that there can only be one don. and instead of having the "corleone family" or the "clericuzio family", we probably will have less sophisticated family names like the "ang family", the "tan family", the "yar family" or what have you.

so i'm not just a godfather fan now, i'm a mario puzo fan. u guys should go and read his books too man.

iceman says i read weird books.

my sister asks me "read this kind of book got use meh?"

"haiyo, read book must have use one meh? read liao i happy not enough ah, then you always watch tv got use meh?"

"err... i keep myself updated wad."

"really? taiwanese variety shows and xiao yuan superstar keep you updated?"

rav4 lent me shopaholic abroad, because she says it's very very nice. i said it sounds like a bimbotic book. she says "it's not, okay! er.. abit lah.."

i started reading last night.

i finish reading liao.

and it's really damn nice!!!

fuck man, a healthy young man, an outdoors person, a da nan ren with a bright future like me, certainly shouldn't be doing stupid things like, reading books whole day long.

worse still, wtf am i doing reading a bimbotic book like shopaholic? *face in palms*

rav4 promised to lend me the rest of the series.

but i am so ashamed.

i think i am really becoming a bibliophilic. i got so excited just checking out http://www.librarything.com. sooooooo many other bibliophilics reading the books i'm reading! the free membership enables you to keep log of up to 200 books.

200 books!! that means there are so many crazy people out there who've actually read more than 200 books and are willing to pay for memberships!! those are the really siao ones i suppose. i'd probably take 3 years to read 200 books.

tragically, i doubt i can finish one engin textbook in 3 years.

sigh, this is getting depressing, so nevermind.

anyway, as i was saying, i am a bibliophile. alot of people call me a paedophile too. i like kids cannot meh? that time on msn, xiaoyanzi had this super duper adorable kid as her display pic. really, super, duper, adorable. budden when i told her this, she called me a paedophile!!

"how you know i paedophile!! er.. i mean, what makes you say i paedophile!!"

"it's obvious."

and then i just went "?!?!?!?"

what in the world does she mean it's obvious i'm a paedophile???

nevermind.

did you know that there is actually a law in singapore that states that having sex with a corpse is illegal? i was thinking wtf, who in the world even thinks about doing that.

but it's a whacky world indeed, and there are really people who have this extremely disgusting and morbid tendency; there's even a scientific term for it.

"necrophilia."

And I thought "necro" this kind of word only appears in games and comics, as in "necromancer" or something like that. it's so creepy to even think that people would enjoy doing such disrespectful... things to the dead.

and as i'm typing this, i realize there is a need to clarify something.

i'm talking about necrophilia only because i previously mentioned bibliophilia and paedophilia.

if you're even remotely suspecting that i will suddenly declare that i am necrophilic, go and die lah!!