i'm really telling you the truth, i'm okay, trust me.

[spiderpig]

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.



Guess where this is? Muted sky. Grey undertones...

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.