Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Have you ever liked someone...
...in a non-romantic way?
You know this person can never be your lover, but that does not stop you from liking that person so much.
He or she has all your honor, all your respect, and all your support.
You know you there can be no romance between you and the person, but the very confirmation that the two of you cannot be together doesn't turn you away; In fact it actually allows you to become closer to that person.
The friendship is not something sad. People assume that if you like someone, but cannot be romantically involved with the person, your heart will be torn apart by the longing. This is not the case; You don't want to be with the person in a relationship.
You have no desire for the person to be yours.
But you like the person nonetheless, and you don't fear showing it.
Have you ever liked someone like that before?
I have.
Maybe I'm looking at her the way young girls look at their idols.
Probably.
To me, she's like the perfect kind of girl.
But she's just not my type.
I like her nonetheless, and support her for being the kind of girl I wish this world has more of.
You know this person can never be your lover, but that does not stop you from liking that person so much.
He or she has all your honor, all your respect, and all your support.
You know you there can be no romance between you and the person, but the very confirmation that the two of you cannot be together doesn't turn you away; In fact it actually allows you to become closer to that person.
The friendship is not something sad. People assume that if you like someone, but cannot be romantically involved with the person, your heart will be torn apart by the longing. This is not the case; You don't want to be with the person in a relationship.
You have no desire for the person to be yours.
But you like the person nonetheless, and you don't fear showing it.
Have you ever liked someone like that before?
I have.
Maybe I'm looking at her the way young girls look at their idols.
Probably.
To me, she's like the perfect kind of girl.
But she's just not my type.
I like her nonetheless, and support her for being the kind of girl I wish this world has more of.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
I think it's a little unfortunate...
That I can't post as much as I used to on my blog.
It's not that I have less to say; The contrary is true.
It's just that I can't say certain things because this is a public blog.
And people might read into things differently.
How then can I continue being honest on my blog?
It's not that I have less to say; The contrary is true.
It's just that I can't say certain things because this is a public blog.
And people might read into things differently.
How then can I continue being honest on my blog?
Monday, August 27, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
This one single image...
Captures 2 of the greatest friendships I've had in my life.
I didn't think it was possible.
I didn't think it was possible.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
A person's home is a mirror to their soul
Thus said Florence when I asked her why she wanted to see my house.
When you see what a person's house is like, you see what the person is like.
But my house might surprise her.
My house is quite messy. My table in particular as in terrible shape; that is if you can see the table beneath the layer of paper work.
Ah but my closets are incredibly well arranged. My shirts are arranged in rainbow order for the coloured ones and black to white for the rest. My books stand in order by genre and size. My cabinets are sorted by categories, all without a single item out of place.
I'm a closet OCD. Literally.
Contrary to most, my house looks terrible on the surface level, but very well kept deeper inside.
But what does that say about me?
When you see what a person's house is like, you see what the person is like.
But my house might surprise her.
My house is quite messy. My table in particular as in terrible shape; that is if you can see the table beneath the layer of paper work.
Ah but my closets are incredibly well arranged. My shirts are arranged in rainbow order for the coloured ones and black to white for the rest. My books stand in order by genre and size. My cabinets are sorted by categories, all without a single item out of place.
I'm a closet OCD. Literally.
Contrary to most, my house looks terrible on the surface level, but very well kept deeper inside.
But what does that say about me?
Monday, August 20, 2012
Story of my life
The man who you searched the world for...
Has been so hard to find...
Because he was searching the world for you.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
I'm in distress
I am anxious and uncomfortable and worried and confused.
All because I don't have my NUS diary for the new year.
I'm not kidding you.
I've missed interesting talks, overshot deadlines to register for seminars, went to the wrong classrooms, double booked myelf for things... I even agreed to go to some event on the day that my sister was going to celebrate her 21st (I have thus told my friends that I cannot go for the paintball battle and redeemed myself by cleaning up the whole house and gotten her forgiveness).
I'm really lost. I can't arrange anything without my planner. I'm still in school at 9.20pm on a day that my classes ended at 4. I've no idea what i am doing. I even... I even missed watching Sasuke Singapore today. That's nearly as bad as missing paintball.
Andrea was supposed to pass me the diary today.
She forgot to bring it.
I... cannot... go... onnnnn
All because I don't have my NUS diary for the new year.
I'm not kidding you.
I've missed interesting talks, overshot deadlines to register for seminars, went to the wrong classrooms, double booked myelf for things... I even agreed to go to some event on the day that my sister was going to celebrate her 21st (I have thus told my friends that I cannot go for the paintball battle and redeemed myself by cleaning up the whole house and gotten her forgiveness).
I'm really lost. I can't arrange anything without my planner. I'm still in school at 9.20pm on a day that my classes ended at 4. I've no idea what i am doing. I even... I even missed watching Sasuke Singapore today. That's nearly as bad as missing paintball.
Andrea was supposed to pass me the diary today.
She forgot to bring it.
I... cannot... go... onnnnn
The River Flows In You
Last weekend, when I was staying over at Song Yang's house, I had a most wondrous dream:
I dreamt I was getting onto a bus, and I noticed that in front of me was the girl whom I thought was the second prettiest girl in my entire school.
She sat right at the back in one corner. I sat next to her and said hi.
(She's actually my friend in real life, but I had not seen her for a very long time.)
She was pleasantly surprised to see me and we had a short chat.
Then she told me in passing that she used to have a crush on me.
I tried to laugh it off and act normal as the full weight of the implications of her statement sank in to the very fibers of my existence. She... liked me? When? Why? How did I now know!? Is there still a chance to...
My thoughts were cut short as my nose started running.
I quickly cut off the conversation with her and held my nose, trying desperately to hide the sudden flow of runny mucus from this girl who had only pleasant memories of me till now.
I whipped out my trusty packet of tissue and blew my nose away from her.
To my horror, there was so much mucus that the tissue was not able to absorb it.
In fact, the tissue was practically dissolving in the waterfall.
I used tissue after tissue but could hardly stem the flow. Clear mucus was running all over my hands. I soon ran out of tissue paper.
This was the worst day of my life.
Well, that would be the case if it was a real day.
I woke up far before my alarm went off. I turned off the air-con and went back to sleep till the alarm rang, and was proud to say that as a result, this was the first Sunday in a long time that I did not have a running nose as I went to church.
I dreamt I was getting onto a bus, and I noticed that in front of me was the girl whom I thought was the second prettiest girl in my entire school.
She sat right at the back in one corner. I sat next to her and said hi.
(She's actually my friend in real life, but I had not seen her for a very long time.)
She was pleasantly surprised to see me and we had a short chat.
Then she told me in passing that she used to have a crush on me.
I tried to laugh it off and act normal as the full weight of the implications of her statement sank in to the very fibers of my existence. She... liked me? When? Why? How did I now know!? Is there still a chance to...
My thoughts were cut short as my nose started running.
I quickly cut off the conversation with her and held my nose, trying desperately to hide the sudden flow of runny mucus from this girl who had only pleasant memories of me till now.
I whipped out my trusty packet of tissue and blew my nose away from her.
To my horror, there was so much mucus that the tissue was not able to absorb it.
In fact, the tissue was practically dissolving in the waterfall.
I used tissue after tissue but could hardly stem the flow. Clear mucus was running all over my hands. I soon ran out of tissue paper.
This was the worst day of my life.
Well, that would be the case if it was a real day.
I woke up far before my alarm went off. I turned off the air-con and went back to sleep till the alarm rang, and was proud to say that as a result, this was the first Sunday in a long time that I did not have a running nose as I went to church.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Anne Hathaway
She stole the show.
This is my spoiler ridden take on the movie. *spoiler alert*
The second time I watched The Dark Knight Rises, my heart leapt for joy in the final scene when Alfred looked over in the cafe in Florence. But my joy this time wasn't so much that Bruce was still alive, but that Selina Kyle had made it. She had escaped her life of crime, gotten her clean slate, and began a new life with Bruce.
She finally had her happily ever after, and she deserved it.
Anne Hathaway's Cat Woman was a most wonderful character she played. It really was incredible the way her character was so believable and her struggles so real.
The last time a woman caught our attention on screen, it was on Marvel's The Avengers, where Scarlett Johannson's Black Widow kicked some serious butt.
But while similar in many ways, the leading ladies helping to carry this summer's blockbusters actually have quite a few differences. Let's do a comparison.
Attire
Largely similar, both Catwoman and Black Widow wear a dark coloured tight suit that is fully functional in combat and in covert operations. They both wear a belt and have long sleeves.
Black Widow wears boots, especially since her fighting style is the lucha lubre, a high flying southern American wrestling technique. Catwoman wears high heels which would kill anyone doing such stunts, but she effectively uses them as weapons in a more grounded style of fighting.
The main difference between their outfits is that Catwoman wears a mask while Black Widow doesn't, and Black Widow wears her front zipper down while Catwoman wears her's all the way up.
Undercover Identity
When going undercover, whether to extract information or steal diamonds, the 2 dress up in ways outside of their combat attire.
Cat Woman also dressed as a maid to steal Bruce's pearls and get his prints.
As for Black Widow...
She also went undercover as Tony Stark's personal assistant in Iron Man 2...
...which wasn't all that different from acting like a prostitute.
Badges To Her Credit
Black Widow escaped from capture by kicking 4 guys butt while being tied to a chair, recruited the Hulk, was the only one who successfully interrogated Loki, escaped the Hulk, defeated Hawkeye, faught in the final battle against Loki's army, and closed the alien portal which effectively cut off the alien attack and saved the world.
Cat Woman stole from Bruce Wayne, kidnapped a senator, fought her way out of a gunfight unarmed and unharmed, led Batman to his fall, held her ground in prison, saved a boy from a thug, rode the Batpod, freed the trapped police officers, killed Bane and fought alongside Batman in the final battle, taking out 2 of the 3 armoured cars escorting the fusion bomb, buying enough time for Batman to save Gotham.
Character's Journey
Black Widow went from spy to soldier, from one working in the shadows to one standing her ground to hold a line against terrible odds. She did it when struck with the guilt of her past after talking to Loki.
Cat Woman went from a cat thief trying to get a clean slate to a girl desperately fighting to survive to finally a partner with Batman in his fight for good.
Analysis
All in all, I find Black Widow didn't grow much as a character in the films. Sure she did go from spy to soldier, but she was always in the front line of danger and it didn't seem like a big jump. And her interactions with Hawkeye point us to a backstory in Budapest and hint at a possible relationship between them, but don't take it further than that.
Meanwhile, Cat Woman struggled to survive in a city of rampant inequalities. Though she fought on the opposite side of the law for a long time, when given the opportunity and capacity to turn over a new leaf and fight for good, she made the difficult decision to stay and fight, risking life and limb in the process and kicked more butt than even Batman did. She won Batman's respect and Bruce Wayne's heart, and for all that she had to sacrifice to step up, she deserved no less of a man.
As a character, Black Widow was fleshed out as a sex symbol in Iron Man 2, and continued that way in the Avengers from the first scene that she appeared in. Her dressing was skimpy and her looks were sultry, all for the benefit of the audience. Cat Woman too was portrayed that way, but only for as long as she was doing a job. She reverted to ordinary girl next door once she was away from the fight, highlighting the fact that she was only acting as such to get her way with other characters, rather than for the sake of fan-service.
Final Conclusion
For being a realistic character that we can relate more to,
for being a woman fighting for survival against the odds,
for being a bad girl turned good in the most epic of journeys,
for being a lady who did the difficult but right thing,
Anne Hathaway's Cat Woman won my praise and my heart.
Black Widow was hot, but Cat woman... was sexy.
This is my spoiler ridden take on the movie. *spoiler alert*
The second time I watched The Dark Knight Rises, my heart leapt for joy in the final scene when Alfred looked over in the cafe in Florence. But my joy this time wasn't so much that Bruce was still alive, but that Selina Kyle had made it. She had escaped her life of crime, gotten her clean slate, and began a new life with Bruce.
She finally had her happily ever after, and she deserved it.
Anne Hathaway's Cat Woman was a most wonderful character she played. It really was incredible the way her character was so believable and her struggles so real.
The last time a woman caught our attention on screen, it was on Marvel's The Avengers, where Scarlett Johannson's Black Widow kicked some serious butt.
But while similar in many ways, the leading ladies helping to carry this summer's blockbusters actually have quite a few differences. Let's do a comparison.
Attire
Largely similar, both Catwoman and Black Widow wear a dark coloured tight suit that is fully functional in combat and in covert operations. They both wear a belt and have long sleeves.
Black Widow wears boots, especially since her fighting style is the lucha lubre, a high flying southern American wrestling technique. Catwoman wears high heels which would kill anyone doing such stunts, but she effectively uses them as weapons in a more grounded style of fighting.
The main difference between their outfits is that Catwoman wears a mask while Black Widow doesn't, and Black Widow wears her front zipper down while Catwoman wears her's all the way up.
Undercover Identity
When going undercover, whether to extract information or steal diamonds, the 2 dress up in ways outside of their combat attire.
Catwoman as the Climbing Socialite.
Cat Woman also dressed as a maid to steal Bruce's pearls and get his prints.
As for Black Widow...
Not sure what she was dressed as, but probably a hooker.
She also went undercover as Tony Stark's personal assistant in Iron Man 2...
...which wasn't all that different from acting like a prostitute.
Badges To Her Credit
Black Widow escaped from capture by kicking 4 guys butt while being tied to a chair, recruited the Hulk, was the only one who successfully interrogated Loki, escaped the Hulk, defeated Hawkeye, faught in the final battle against Loki's army, and closed the alien portal which effectively cut off the alien attack and saved the world.
Cat Woman stole from Bruce Wayne, kidnapped a senator, fought her way out of a gunfight unarmed and unharmed, led Batman to his fall, held her ground in prison, saved a boy from a thug, rode the Batpod, freed the trapped police officers, killed Bane and fought alongside Batman in the final battle, taking out 2 of the 3 armoured cars escorting the fusion bomb, buying enough time for Batman to save Gotham.
Character's Journey
Black Widow went from spy to soldier, from one working in the shadows to one standing her ground to hold a line against terrible odds. She did it when struck with the guilt of her past after talking to Loki.
Cat Woman went from a cat thief trying to get a clean slate to a girl desperately fighting to survive to finally a partner with Batman in his fight for good.
Analysis
All in all, I find Black Widow didn't grow much as a character in the films. Sure she did go from spy to soldier, but she was always in the front line of danger and it didn't seem like a big jump. And her interactions with Hawkeye point us to a backstory in Budapest and hint at a possible relationship between them, but don't take it further than that.
Meanwhile, Cat Woman struggled to survive in a city of rampant inequalities. Though she fought on the opposite side of the law for a long time, when given the opportunity and capacity to turn over a new leaf and fight for good, she made the difficult decision to stay and fight, risking life and limb in the process and kicked more butt than even Batman did. She won Batman's respect and Bruce Wayne's heart, and for all that she had to sacrifice to step up, she deserved no less of a man.
As a character, Black Widow was fleshed out as a sex symbol in Iron Man 2, and continued that way in the Avengers from the first scene that she appeared in. Her dressing was skimpy and her looks were sultry, all for the benefit of the audience. Cat Woman too was portrayed that way, but only for as long as she was doing a job. She reverted to ordinary girl next door once she was away from the fight, highlighting the fact that she was only acting as such to get her way with other characters, rather than for the sake of fan-service.
Final Conclusion
For being a realistic character that we can relate more to,
for being a woman fighting for survival against the odds,
for being a bad girl turned good in the most epic of journeys,
for being a lady who did the difficult but right thing,
Anne Hathaway's Cat Woman won my praise and my heart.
Black Widow was hot, but Cat woman... was sexy.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Arachnophbia
Seems quite a lot of people are afraid of spiders.
Yao Ming's Meme is almost always used in response to spider appearances online.
I guess spiders look scary.
Oh look, a pretty lady bug! Wait...
I'm not afraid of spiders.
Well, not particularly afraid of them.
I once used a toilet with a big (10cm?), hairy spider hanging above my head.
Back at home I keep a pet spider in my bathroom and see it every time I bathe.
It watches over me. But it's a tiny fighting spider.
Meanwhile in India...
In India, you eat spider.
This picture is a golden orb spider. It creates the biggest web in the world and can even catch birds. It can be found in Singapore and I came across plenty during my army stint, but they are only found in the more woody areas; There's just no space to build a 4 meter wide web in a HDB flat.
We didn't like seeing them in the army though. They were the size of my hand and venomous, and we really didn't want to be anywhere near them during field camp, especially when we had to stay the night nearby.
They say the average person swallows 8 spiders in their sleep during their lifetime.
If I really did swallow a spider, I'd really hope it was not this one. (Cuz if I swallowed a bird to catch this spider, that wriggled and wiggled and tiggled inside, the spider would eat the bird.)
But in India, it seems this very spider is swallowed intentionally.
I need to level up before I go man...
Friday, August 3, 2012
Deconstruction
I like the Onion News Network because they do parody of the news.
And parody helps us see how strange the things we take for granted really are.
How often have we seen news like this?
How much of what we see on TV is really news, and how much of it is smoke?
Thursday, August 2, 2012
The first Meme
- source: Wikipedia
Then the internet took over the spread of the poster via meme.
And my all time favourite:
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