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[Error: unknown template qotd]Well. I was a movie and TV geek when I was a kid (moving lights and loud sounds got to me, as it does for most other kids) and I think I lived my life in a small 20-inch screen. I wailed when the TV in my room (used for watching Darkwing Duck ORZ) was taken away and I did nearly everything with the TV. Eat. Nap. Do my homework. Play. Throw tantrums.

So imagine my utmost delight - and slight fear, because the screens were so much more bigger than anything I had ever seen - when my aunt took me to the cinema.

I've had many favourites, I still do. But I think for me now and for me then, my favourite movie as a child was Beauty and the Beast. I'm not sure if I watched that first, or Aladdin but it's always been B&B that stuck.

I liked the fact that teapots, candlebras, clocks, everything imaginable could talk, move and sing. It was like watching my bed come to life (which would have been awesome as a kid, but disturbing right now) and burst into song and dance.

And, Belle liked to read. I loved to read. Or rather, be read to, because I was a lazy brat and just liked hearing my mum recite things off the 365 Stories book I had. So it was comforting. I could go "Belle reads too!" whenever I was told that I read too much. Watching that movie justified my small existence. It soldered something in me that let me continue believing in the sheer whimsicality of existence for at least, the next 4 years or so, before all that efferverscent - and ignorant - lust of life oxidized into something that just sparkled every now and ten.

spiderpig: (sakura sake :: byousoku 5cm)
Not the best review I've done, probably because it's not for official publications. Still, I enjoyed writing it.

Review for the awesome Genius Party is here

In other news, I am:

you are seagreen

Your dominant hues are cyan and green. Although you definately strive to be logical you care about people and know there's a time and place for thinking emotionally. Your head rules most things but your heart rules others, and getting them to meet in the middle takes a lot of your energy some days.

Your saturation level is higher than average - You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen.

Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.
the spacefem.com html color quiz

At least its a variant of green. Yeah I know I can get the job done, I just need to follow through. D:
spiderpig: (sakura sake :: byousoku 5cm)

Animation Nation is back for another year! And I'm definitely going for a few screenings (there goes my pocket money D: ) Eagerly waiting for Gatecrash to open!

Must-sees: The Piano Forest, Tachigui: The Amazing Lives of the Fast Food Grifters, International Shrots Showcase 2 + Anikuri 15 (THIS ONE HAS MAKOTO SHINKAI. APPARENTLY!), Genius Party, Freedom Project Seminar, Freedom Project 1-7.

Probably will watch if I have extra cash: Yamamura showcase, Fear(s) of the Dark, Dead Space: Downfall, One Night in One City, International Shorts 1, Idiots and Angels
spiderpig: (sneaky :: hanatarou)




2009 please! Come quick! The trailer made me pee in my pants.
spiderpig: (Y__Y :: konata)
OMG. What the--

No, just no. This did not happen.
spiderpig: (korakorakorakora :: connello)
Really. Honestly so.

I absolutely have fallen in love with Patrick Verona.

The movie is absolutely sappy, teenage fare but I love it. Haven't just, you know, watched something this gut-wrenchingly fun since ages ago.

"I didn't care about the money okay? I- I cared about you--" - Patrick Verona

Oh god oh god. <3


She just read the poem. And I just teared up. HAHAHAH. Shit.

"Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl. But I screwed up, I fell in love with her."

"You can't also buy me a guitar everytime you screw up y'know?"

"Yeah I know, but y'know there's always drums, bass and one day maybe a tambourine."

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I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Hello. One day I will be able to write like this. Write a script like this.


Because, it is. I love it.


May. 20th, 2008 08:51 pm
spiderpig: (kirakirakira otaku mode! :: konata)
So in order to prep myself for Indy Jones, I thought I might've a gander at catching the previous 3 films. Illegal, online means aren't working well at the moment so I thought to ransack my Dad's massive DVD collection to see if the George Lucas fan that he is, might have copies.

(I know we have LDs somewhere but our LD player is senile so ... yeah. No LDs.)

While sweating it out in his stuffy study, I climb up tables and chairs to the shelves that house mostly unopened DVDs and boxsets. I always knew that pops had a thing for hoarding things - his 1980s computer game collection is mindblowing and I think we still have one of those 1st gen consoles that he used (I was probably still floating in the ether) - but this DVD collection is nuts.

Or rather, I didn't expect my dad to own any of these. He's not a film buff in the modern sense. But wtf, behind a Gloria Estefan Concert DVD, I found two box sets of Alfred Hitchcock's movies. I MEAN WTF HITCHCOCK + ?!?!??! = DAD !?!?? Also, entire boxset of the nasty Alien series (I say nasty because it still scares me). No Indiana Jones yet (curious enough, no Star Wars either. They're all in LDs only. Gah.) Going past the scary amounts of Pokemon DVDs he got for us (Gotta Catch'em All!), there are more surprises in store: Capone (1975), Saving Private Ryan, Gattaca, the entire James Bond series (minus the latest one because he's off DVD collecting now) and Fiddler on the Roof.

There's 38492317923more titles he has stuck there in musty shelves and HEY I CAN START A FRIGGIN' DVD RENTAL SERVICE HERE. I shall catalogue everything and like, rent things off to locals. Seriously, other than selling them online (other than being dusty, they're in mint condition and most still shrink wrapped) and blinding myself by watching every single one (omggg hurrrah), I can rent them out! For like a week? I don't know. I have to see what titles he has first and whether he allows me to do this first.

Dude. I have the coolest Dad on earth.

Though if he had those Indiana Jones and Star Wars DVDs, he'd be AWESOME?
spiderpig: (i'm SPECIAL. :: masi)
I honestly can't wait for the next Indiana Jones movie. I remember watching the first 3 with my Dad (the corrupter of young children) and loving every moment of it. Including the bits where they were all "OMGGGGGG MONKEYS BRAINS!" Plus, I remember the sheer happy-happy-joy-joy feeling I had when I was tall enough to ride the Indie-Ride at Disney World. (I couldn't do it at Disney Land because I AM A SHORT PERSON.)

Childhood = Indiana Jones yes!
spiderpig: (kandou suru :: konata)
Tsukishima x Amasawa is so WAFFY. I teared when he was playing the violin and she was singing. Actually, I teared whenever I saw them together. Where are all the guys like Seiji-kun?

I rewatched Mimi o sumaseba after not watching it for what, 10 over years and I remembered why I loved this movie. I was always the kid who loved the library and reading, and never really cared for my homework and seeing Tsukishima reminded me of how I was - and how I would like to me.

This is why I love Studio Ghibli - and Hayao Miyazaki's films in particular - so much. It makes me remember, and it makes me dream.
spiderpig: (kirakirakira otaku mode!)
Crossposted on my otaku blog: Tachikomatic Days.

[livejournal.com profile] tsubaki_ of ADD has just (okay, just for me) reported that all tickets for the Byousoku 5cm screening are sold out. DAMN IT. >_< I should have moved faster.

For those of you who have got the tickets, I say congratulations. Byousoku 5cm was never made to be seen on a 5cm 22inch screen. It has to be BIG to enjoy every single detail Shinkai squeezed in. (How else will a sakura petal seem like it's falling at that speed? It may be visual but that big screen can probably convey distance and time more aptly than a small computer screen.)


Now I'm waffling over whether to go and watch TekkonKinkreet. The problem is that I have a morning paper the next day. Good God, this makes me want to just be a FREETER and not study at all. =A=;; I will admit, besides the totally groovy artstyle, the other reason why I want to watch it is because Ninomiya Kazunari from Arashi is voicing Kuro. Plus, the main (trailer) theme is by Asian KungFu Generation!

EDIT: OMG. I'm trying to add the TekkonKinkreet ticket to my cart but djaf;kerer THERE ARE NO FREE SEATS (in blue) DESPITE THERE BEING "LIMITED" SEATS LEFT. Good God. TekkonKinkreet what are you trying to tell me?! I'm annoyed! Where are the blue seats!

I shall buy the DVD. *POUTS*

(P.S. That, ladies and gentlemen is just an excuse. I have actually, no money to buy the DVD.)



In the end, because I can't (for some odd reason) get the Tekkon Kinkreet tickets, I just put my money down for the FREEDOM screening because I know that this is probably the only chance I'll have to see FREEDOM in Singapore. It clashes with my band practice but since it's exams next week, I probably won't go. LOLOLOL.

Anyone else going for this? (Or anyone who managed to book the TekkonKinkreet tickets on the wonky GateCrash website? Yar, I'm a hikikomori who refuses to call up the hotline and/or go out to book the tickets physically.)

Y'know, one day I hope that I'll be able to write awesome scripts/stories like this?
spiderpig: (kirakirakira otaku mode!)
LOL, I'm not too sure if I'm allowed to do this - but since it'll be on the web soon, here's the review I did for my uni's E-zine. Slightly editted. Totally spoiler free-sadly. I'll post my own comments - full of spoilers!!! - soon.


What do you get when you put a peculiar public prosecutor with a TV-shopping addiction together with his straight-laced, no-nonsense law clerk along with her eccentric colleagues?

So what exactly is the Truth? Is there Justice in this dog-eat-dog world? How can we as mere humans, attempt to define something so abstract and complicated? Curiously, Hero (in theatres November 22) comes up with a simple for both questions.

Read more... )


Aug. 22nd, 2007 09:03 pm
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Mm. Total Konata makeover :3 How's everyone enjoying themselves so far?

Spent the whole of Monday in school today after my News & the Public lesson. Which was, really draining.The News & Public session for some reason careened off in this whole WTF direction which had nearly all of us having "EXCUSE ME?" looks on our faces. Mr N propelled the discussion to a totally alien sector at lightspeed. Houston, we certainly have a problem.

After the lesson I headed off to the library to cosy myself down in the multimedia viewing room for hours and hours of movie fun. All this is said with a deadpan voice.

So within the past two days, I've watch four movies (more specifically Japanese movies), namely Paprika, Linda Linda Linda, Tokyo Olympiad (Ichikawa Kon) and Rhapsody in August (Kurosawa Akira). I have to admit rather sheepishly, that I fell asleep during Tokyo Olympiad. Don't get me wrong! It was a beautifully constructed movie. But I'm not particularly inclined to long scenes of running a marathon, or any other sporting event for that matter. No matter how beautifully it is, anything other than soccer puts me to sleep. I hung around the Deck for a few hours and wolfed down my lunch and dinner with my Civilisations in India readings and ran back to the library to catch Rhapsody in August.

As a novice in film critque, I'm going to lay off the comments regarding the themes of the movies and stuff. Things like that should be reserved for class, and other sorts of posts, not general "hey how am I doing" kind of entries. As a movie, it was certainly effective in bringing out whatever feelings Kurosawa wanted us to feel. Whatever he wanted us to think is a totally different matter, but I really did cry at the end. The ending scene was so poignant, so heart wrenching and surreal at the same time that you have to be just swept away but the sheer despairing beauty of it all.

Linda Linda Linda is sheer fun. The song is currently stuck in my head and will probably never fade away. It's in the same vein of Swing Girls, but in a much more down-to-earth, slice-of-life manner. Paprika on the otherhand, was delicious. I absolutely adore Tokita. soft spot for overweight characters so not obvious.

"岡 政偉 毎朝、お味噌汁を作ってくれませんか。" is probably what I'm going to write on my banner for Masi Oka when he comes to Singapore for the Heroes tour. He is, in every aspect, my ideal man. :D

UWA. INAGAKI GORO IS GOING TO BE IN NEXT WEEK'S HANAKIMI?! WTF that casting totally wins at life.

I've been having severe lacking of sleep (SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THIS SENTENCE!) the past few days, and I attribute it to growing piles of work and my inability to plan my time properly. Mr N. gives rather vague details regarding his assignments and it's usually quite a bit of work; add that to the multitudes of readings and project research I have to do and my HOOKED article... I'm quite swamped over for this week. Hopefully everything will get better come the end of the month but for now, I'm quite screwed. Right now I'm taking a much needed break before I plung into the madness that is News & the Public.

Ah, Post-war Japanese Film and Anime, I love you so much. I love reading the books about it, I love watching the movies, I really respect our lecturer. After today's lecture, I stayed behind to point out a little confusing error on her slide (hurhurhur) and to comment about Rhapsody's last scene, when there was an American exchange student talking to her about the film, and about how unresponsive the lecture theatre was.

Mmm Singapore, our conservative Asian ways tend to perplex the more outspoken and outgoing foreigners don't they? It was interesting hearing it come from someone standing in front of me, so yeah... I interrupted halfway to point out some parts that I felt were odd about the movie. So I suppose, here's a big step for me in being more outspoken? I mean, hey I actually addressed someone I totally don't know in an academic area. WOAH.
spiderpig: (FYI)

In case anyone wants to know? I'm taking EN2101E, JS1101E, JS2216, UWCUWC2101P and UCV2203. Anyone having the same lectures as me? O:

Watching 秒速5cm。 I love the way the whole film is played out. Is it called cinematography? I call it, longing.

The character designs are simple, with more focus on the surroundings... I'm probably going to buy the DVD of this.


I caved and purchased the First Press Limited Edition DVD Boxset for Byosoku 5 Centimeter. Rachel Koh! Esther! If you want to watch it, I can lend it to you when it comes! :D

Being indecisive about the Subarashiki Kono Sekai accessory set made me just go for it. It's okay if I starve a bit for my hobby.


Jul. 30th, 2007 12:35 am
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時をかける少女 ;___;

I'm sorry but I have to say, 'best movie of the year'.
spiderpig: (???)
Lists galore to celebrate the two new Konata icons. I want to grow up (lulz) to be like Konata!!! >D So anyway, I was cleaning my LJicons file and to my horror, I have over 200 Ouran icons because just the seven of them can capture every single emotion known to man. It's crazy. I so need a paid account for all these excess Ouran icons (I probably can rotate them on shifts =A=;;), my Bleach icons, and the new batch of Lucky Star (a.k.a Konata I love you) icons.

I am an icon whore.

things i planned to get yesterday and got in the end. )

library list! )

3 out of 8 are can be considered "cyber-punk" or at least, technocratic enough to be chucked to that genre. Why? Partially because P.K. Dick (PK-ing!!! lulz) is probably the numero uno on this genre, and because I need some stylistic reference for the upcoming cyber-punk short story I'm going to write. The plot and characters are more or less settled, but I need some guidelines. It'd be a little weird if I write something C++ with Murakami's Kafka-esque style. Very weird indeed.

But hey, that's an idea.

I probably just sent myself into library kami-kaze mode with all the books I have to finish within 2 weeks. The Simarillion (which I always remember as "The Simallarion" for no reason) alone will gut me. This is rightfully nuts. I'll never see the light of day now!

things i plan to get before school starts )

things i plan to do during the next few weeks )

In this terribly summarized fashion, I'm extremely excited to head back to school - wherever 'back' is. This shounds terribly dorky of me but I love school a lot. Even when I get yelled at, lose hours of sleep, go paranoid over whenever that girl in the second row looks at me because I think she thinks I'm a dumbass, get yelled at some more, I still love school. It's an unrealistic safety net where the real world cannot taint you. Sure it can touch you and leave with you with scabs all over, but at least somehow, just the pursuit of knowledge keeps everything else out.

But most people kind of dread returning to school. Frankly, I'm not looking forward to this whole socializing thing. I'm a loner and I like it that way. It's not that I don't treasure my friends, but a certain amout of indoctrination has led me to firmly belief that it's a dog-eat-dog world out there and it's devour or be devoured. I get irritated when people say that it's because I'm independent. Bull-shit. My soul is inextricably tied down to this body of mine and vice versa. I am not a sentient being in the ideal sense - so don't give me bull-shit about how I can survive by myself.

I think I read this in Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman - "it's not being alone that I fear, it's the loneliness" - or something to that effect, because my anti-literary brain cannot remember quotes properly. In a way, that line is painfully poignant and reminiscent of my situation (what situation you idiot, you have no situation. you're just 19. you have no situtuation to speak of!) but I feel adverse to it at the same time. I don't entirely fear being alone - and sometimes I'm not afraid of the loneliness. Like now. It's like a wave-effect. The crests and boughs (are they called that?) of the waves. Right now I'm at the bough.

N.H.K. ni Youkoso Episode 4 is like me in Akihabara. It's the whole Rajikan experience where you just go "ZOMGWTFNOMORELASERS PEW PEW" upon seeing blocks and blocks of anime merchandise and figua. Purupururin~ That kind of madness.

Darker than Black! Is! Awesome! Sorry for the limited vocab that centres around "kickass" and "awesome". I'm sure once school starts I'll start using SAT words again. At the moment, I'm still chugging through the episodes so no concrete, sane thoughts yet. Otherwise, Yoko Kanno does another spectacular job with the soundtrack again!


So anyway, I geeked out and went for the Transformers Gala Premiere yesterday! I liked it - precisesly because of the Michael Bay type of explosions and patriotism and oodles of explosions and fantastic machine vs machine (I'd say mano-a-mano) battles. The transformation scenes absolutely rocked. Especially Jazz's. If you're watching it for a good plot, please give it a miss. Otherwise, sit back relax and enjoy 2 hours of metal butt-kicking action. My main gripe is that there wasn't enough Transformers. It's more of a THE LIFE AND TIMES OF SAM WITWICKY movie than Hi We're Robots in Disguise here to Save The Earth.

official ticket-holder! )

My Moo Cards arrived in teh mail )

'mkay. That's one hell of a LJ-post and I bid you goodbye!
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Other doodles here )

I've just finished watching Waking Life by Richard Linklater (the guy who directed School of Rock) by recommendation from Rachel Koh. I'm glad she sent me that message. I seriously not regret watching this film.

I suppose it can be considered as a boring and static film - the characters do nothing much but engage in dialogue and there is no real plot. There are underlying meanings and subtexts, but no real overarching plot that hits you in the face. The average layman would probably be bored to death by this. As the saying goes, all talk and no action.

Yet there is something more exciting about this film than other proverbial "action" and "suspense" films. I suppose you might say that we watch it passively, but it is only our bodies that are not doing anything. Our minds, if we do possess any, are working overtime when we watch Waking Life.

It thrills me, scares me, fills me with wonder all at the same time. I am made and forced to think. Am I dreaming? Am I just caught in a matryoshka doll of endless dreams?

Every line was quotable, in Waking Life. Like I said to Rachel, it was as though watching a showdown between Fahy vs JTan vs PChua vs Damo all at once. Major facemelting existentialism. It was like, an absurdist play but on some surreal vectored movie. It was like watching Salvador Dali paintings come to life.

I am a total tech whore but these deals look really good. GRANADO ESPADA THEMED DEALS. And god knows I'm in need of a new phone. Though I was actually eyeing one in the N-series :x. I'll have to put this to my dad. I'm already under the iOne Plus Student plan so I'll just be prolonging my contract, which is fine by me.

new photo over here )

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

So I'm taking part in this week's Blog Battle. I missed last week's one, but Eileen's promoting/promotion (gah English gone down the drain) has made me want to take part in it! Please keep a look out for it! お願いします!

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

~Rose Walker, in Sandman: The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaman

Ah Neil Gaiman.

I apologise, if you've read thus far, for the horrible amount of spamming your friends lists have suffered due to my verbal vomit. Feel friend to de-friend me if I'm clogging up your list with all my constant posts. I like to write. I like to talk to myself. This is my outlet.
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I'm kinda sloshed from PoTC 3 due to my crazy idea of drinking beer while watching the movie in order to emulate Cap'n Jack Sparrow's rum drinking.

No, I drunk Asahi Dry instead.

And no, the movie wasn't as good as the first or second.

Though, it was an admirable effort.
spiderpig: (:D! okama-papa loves cake)



spiderpig: (:))
I'm going through a bossa nova, chill out music phase now. Haha, maybe it's the influence from the Wii's hypnotic background music.

I've finally got a moleskine planner. It's not the moleskine planner I wanted, but it will do ("That'll do pig, that'll do"). It's been giving me joy on the long train rides and bus trips where I get to scribble literary missives and pen down little SD characters prancing around their little lines. I like how the rectangles are filling up with things to do; there is a sense of accomplishment that I am doing something about my life and not just moping about. This geek ain't a hikkomori that's for sure.

Though, when I get the Wii, I have every reason to lock myself up at home. Ah, the Wii.

I feel extremely outraged. I made a cold-call to my Primary School (not wanting to go out into the rain to get there) to ask about possible relief teaching jobs and WTF the receptionist is so fucking rude. "YAH JUST E-MAIL US". AND HANGS UP! OMG. What has happened to my primary school??!

Other interesting things that happened on my only other off-day this week? Well, I trudged down to Maju Lane in the rain (getting all drenched and all that) to set up a spankin' new bank account. God knows why I need access to the money that I've earned. 9_9 Still, it was something like a milestone or turning point for me. I'm in full control of my finances - to a certain extent; mum still has control of my trust account with oodles of cash - and I do plan to be responsible about it. Working at Genshipping and now at Borders has made me realize what an ass working for money is. I'd hate to squander away all my hard earned money into something frivilous.

Which is why I cannot quit Borders that easily. While I do have more than enough savings to travel in style to Japan, I don't want to - and can't - touch my savings. They are meant for bigger, more important things. Besides, Japan will always be a mainstay for me.

And uhm, I went out for a movie.

It was a rather sudden thing, sprung on me like an hour and a half before the movie started because there were suddenly abandoned tickets to Pan's Labyrinth.

Despite the gore (no, I do not find out-turned frogs appetising) and violent (neither do I find the cut, cut, stab, slash of knives wonderful), Pan's Labyrinth was artfully done. Violence was never there just because. There was always so deeper meaning, more 'symbolic' of sorts, and never put about in a slapdash kind of way. Even though I cringed when the slash, slash, stab cut was done, I have to admit that there was an odd beauty about it. How something so disfigured could look so perfect. Ah, the irony.

Now, it puzzles me, why couldn't I have said all that when he asked me what I thought about the movie?

"Nice" doesn't cut it. But I'm not really good with spoken words. I let my hands and fingers do the talking I suppose.

Simply put, I wasn't bowled over by Pan's Labyrinth, but it was definitely a nice breath of fresh air. I never did once feel bored, the pacing was good, the music was addictive. Still, I would've liked a better ending. It was somewhat... cliched. I think it was the subtitles. The way the ending scene was expressed in English lacked something. All in all, a great script and very very good acting by the cast.

I've had an.. overly exciting day and I should be getting to sleep.

That is, if I could!


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