Kittens mew mew

I’m sure lots of people have thought of this before, but lol. Btw i don’t believe in maids, its just like legalised slavery to me.

FADE OUT:

EXTREME CLOSE UP — HUMAN EYES
but they appear a bit different, almost white.

INT. CHAMBER
JAKE SULLY opens his very human eyes, crying, eyes squinting to see in the darkness of the chamber.

CUT TO AN EXTERNAL MONITOR
We see the words “Game Over”, with two dialogue options “Back to menu” and “Start New Game +”.

(The horror)

PAN TO HIS EMACIATED RIGHT HAND
as he scrambles for another disc, but he knocks the cases over. We see tubes attached to his hand transporting a strange blue substance

JAKE, cursing, gets up to try and look for a disc. We get a closer look at his face, instead of seeing the well defined features of an ex-marine, we see a fat american, face bloated with warts from years of blatant disregard for his hygiene. As he searches frantically for a disc, we realise he is almost blind from not using his eyes regularly.

CLOSE UP JAKE SULLY’S FACE
as it distorts first into a grotesque expression, almost in pain, but then into a cherubic smile, almost like this..

(rosseebudd)

He inserts the disc into the machine, which gives a soft whirl. CAMERA PANS AGAIN TO THE EXTERNAL MONITOR, but from this angle we can in the distant background the soft outlines of Jake’s fleshy body. The screen now displays the XBOX 1080 logo, followed by a screen which says “Choose your avatar” and displays a variety of hyper-realistic figures.

ALTERNATING SHOTS between JAKE’S FACE as he smiles and the AVATARS smile.

ZOOM OUT ON JAKE SULLY’S BODY NOW IN A FETAL POSITION
(mirroring the shot of him lying in the hammock early on in the movie) as he clutches a disc, smiling happily. We see ALTERNATING SHOTS between different people of different races (have to be all inclusive), all in the same position, and as the camera continues to zoom out, we see they are all lying in pods, thousands of them tethered to a big metallic structure which resembles a tree. CAMERA CONTINUES TO ZOOM OUT as we realise the tree is situated on a barely visible island, now flooded by dirty green water.

THE END

Music playing throughout: “Lux Aeterna” from Requiem for a Dream (About the only time this track would be appropriately used.)

This is a classic case of blaming the victim.

We don’t blame girls who wear short skirts when they become the target of rapists, do we (at least, it is unethically do so). They shouldn’t have to stop wearing something that makes them feel sexy just because some men can’t control themselves.

So, join the fight for the right of middle aged women to wear obnoxious and obscene amounts of gaudy 24k gold jewellery. It helps them get the guys.

You think for a university with so much money, they’d spend money on some good quality mats. (seen everywhere in NUS) (Bohua Ceramic Wall Tiles)

yes hi i’m back to blogging.

i decided to unsubscribe all my google reader feeds except lifehacker and kotaku and personal blogs. i’m an rss addict. i’ll just stay in my little corner and not lift my eyes from the screen as i go through all the feeds, looking at the unread counter decrease slowly 1 by 1. The next day i’ll wake up and look at it and it has jumped ahead 200 items. 2 weeks later, half the holidays have passed and it feels like i haven’t been enriched or educated or done anything worthwhile. so this has to stop. there’s too much hubris on the internet. its up to you now, dear friends, to entertain me.

Damn I love the classics. Although i think my definition is pretty wide.

I actually had a lot more things to say. But inevitable it ends up hurting others.

Some people win, some people lose, some were born to sing the blues.

I know i’m late to the belle & sebastian game, vicki has been a fan of them for some time. But i guess i just never listened to the right songs. This is one of them.

Another Sunny Day

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

Another rainy day, we’re trapped inside with a train set
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
You’ve got the attic window looking out on the cathedral
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we’ll pick eleven for football
We’re playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Everybody’s gone you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I’m living there still

There’s something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn’t complain
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

This past year, has been somewhat of a rollercoaster of emotions, yet somehow managing to stay relatively uneventful. Fuck me if i manage to figure out how that happened.  This song somehow manages to capture all that i find bewitching in relationships, be it the serendipity of chance encounters, the rush of the tease, the comfort of  languid walks, or/and finally, the beauty in the breakdown.

I listened to belle & sebastian and now i have unrealistic expectations of relationships.

I know what jd and chiewy will say. I’m such a girl. If so be it fuck it yea.

A life motivated by the absence rather than the presence of others. Woe is habituation.

Manni: Lola, what would you do if I died?
Lola: I wouldn’t let you die.
Manni: Yeah well, what if i was fatally ill?
Lola: I’d find a way.
Manni: What if I was in a coma, and I had one day to live.
Lola: Then I’d throw you into the ocean. Shock Therapy.
Manni: What if i were dead anyway.
Lola: What do you want to hear?
Manni: Come on just tell me…
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Manni: I know what you’d do. You’d forget me.
Lola: No!
Manni: Sure you would. What else could you do? Sure, you’d mourn for a few weeks. Not a bad idea. And everybody’s real compassionate…and everything’s so incredibly sad, and everyone feels sorry for you. You can show everyone how strong you are. “What a great woman,” they’ll say. “She really pulls herself together instead of crying all day.” And all at once this really nice guy with green eyes shows up. And he’s super sensitive, listens to you all day. And you can talk his ear off. And you can tell him how tough things are for you…and that you have to look after yourself and don’t know what’s gonna happen… and blah, blah, blah. Then you’d hop onto his lap and cross me off your list. That’s how it goes.
Lola: Manni.
Manni: What?
Lola: You haven’t died yet.

Lola: Manni, do you love me?
Manni: Sure I do
Lola: How can you be so sure?
Manni: I don’t know. I just am.
Lola: I could be some other girl.
Manni: No..Because you are the best.
Lola: Of all the girls in the world?
Manni: Sure.
Lola: How do you know?
Manni: I just do.
Lola: You think so.
Manni: Okay, I think so.
Lola: You see!
Manni: What?
Lola: You aren’t sure
Manni: Are you nuts or what??!??!?

A little while later:

Lola: So your heart says, “Shes the one.”
Manni: Exactly.
Lola: And you say, “Thanks for the information, see you around.”
Manni: Exactly.
Lola: You follow whatever your heart says?
Manni: Well I dunno, sometimes it doesn’t say, it just feels.
Lola: What does it feel now?
Manni: That someone is asking stupid questions.