hello all
i watched the dark knight yesterday and it was the mind fuckery film ive ever watched. my genre has always been horror and comedy. batman films unfortunately fell within neither. don't get me wrong, i love batman. the batman films just never really appealed to my palate being as warped and twisted as it is. that is until this batman film came out. watched it with mm and beta. im sure they would and have declared that, bottom line, its a fantastically made brilliant film. mm fell in love with the joker from the moment she met him and now secretly (okay not so secretly) harbours a wish to be his girlfriend cum sidekick. mm wants to be joker's girlfriend and i just plain want to be joker. its the most fun job one could have. at least that's how the world's most dead best villainous actor, heath ledger (RIP), has portrayed his character to be. the joker is a very relatable character i must say. hmm? is that just me then? come on, think about it. we all have an inner psycotic demon that we're trying so hard to resist. the joker is himself and embraces his inner psyco. not to mention other citizens of gotham city to embrace it as well.
mm totally enjoyed the flick because she had alot of back up knowledge. she just loved predicting everything that was about to happen during the film. and when she got something right she'd do the victory dance in her seat and did one in mine. i did mine because i have a morbid love for watching the birth of new villains. the origins of insanity. beta was quite blur at some parts and had to be explained to. mm and i loved explaining things to her because we liked flaunting our deep understanding of the film. pre film bitching and post film laughter was incredibly funtastic. my muscles ache from too much laughing today and my throat hurts because i involuntarily did the soundless laughter thing again. really damages your thraot but in this case i enjoyed it. its like sovenior to prove that i had fun. it was fantastic going out with them again. need to do it again often. mm was reluctant to leave kfc because she wanted to continue some more. but i live on the edge of the planet which is why: chalet planning time!!! no need to stop in the middle of having fun. invite the whole of photography. pajamas. gambling. 6% alcohol content party booze. beach. fun. urgh. those few things always mean planning.
if you little sadistic fuckers love reading about my insecurities, problems and want to watch me crumble and burn in the flames at the hands of my own problems READ ON.
ah, so that's everybody then i suppose. i woke up this morning and after a hybrid of some events, online conversations and my own twisted paranoia, i got thinking about my future. because im so incredibly brilliant, i know that after this post is done, my blog may begin to resemble the rest of the million blogs out there whining about what's to come and shit like that. whatever. my blog, my rules.
when i was young i was incredibly boring and had the same ambitions as everyone else. that is, the ambition that all parents tell their kids to have. attend raffles girl's school. become a doctor. yeah like life makes everything so simple. everything just drops from the sky and your future just happens as you say it will happen. that's the biggest flaw with parents these days and actually always. they think that just by helping 2 gametes fuse they have this unsaid ownership over you and your life. for aren't all parents the by product of selfishness. the have children to carry on the name, to take care of them in old age and to live through them by rectifying past mistakes. the result: all children having the same boring ambition of becoming doctors, lawyers and teachers. you never actually see a child going "i want to be a lab technician when i grow up". you never see them going "i want to be an desk clerk". those jobs just seem alot less glamourous and i attribute this phenomenon to the fact that parent's create this sense of false perfection to the children. in actual fact, all jobs are jobs and that doesn't make one more prestigious than the other. but then children are too much of idiots to realise, resist and refute this.
remember when project runway first came out and you little self assured twerps suddenly wanted to become fashion designers. you believed the pish posh glamour of the job and wanted the fame that the media offered. even though you had the artistic abilities and creativity of a chiwawa, you still fancied yourself to be a glamourous fashion designer living in style, drinking espressos in new york city, living in district 1 apartments. some of us still haven't awaken from the dream and some of us have moved on to bigger things.
now, most of us born under the realm of 1991 have taken a liking to the combination BCME and fancy ourselves as psychologists. these are no doubt the remaining children still holding on to the notion that adding the suffix "dr." in front of your name is prestigious and holds the instant ticket to the high life. the world of money, bow ties and ball gowns. YAAAAAAWN. boooooring. no matter how disappointed you maybe to hear this, i will still do you this favour. i will myself and my blog take the responsibility in telling you that the process of getting that suffix in front of your name through psychology is a long and tiring process that requires years of study to attain that PhD. i can tell you now that most of you BCME-ers will quit before you even make it and become secondary school councilors telling 15 year olds what to do with their lives. woopee. way to go roll in the cash and fame. one word: sheep.
so after im done judging and pissing people of from up my safe spot on the moral high horse, i'll get on with the whining. i have no fucking clue what im going to do with my life. should i just do business and possibly live to regret my lack of adventure. should i take up literature, become a teacher and live with my parents until the day i die having no time or money for dating? perhaps i should become an accountant, work a 9-5 job and 6-8 deal with drugs, sex and alcohol? or should become a proffessional poker player? should i become a chef and start a cooking show? i could do travel writing and stalk anthony bourdein across the globe just because? or should i hope that i get run down by a bus tomorrow so that i don't have to think so deeply about my future anymore. after all im too much of a coward to inflict the pain that comes before death onto myself. why not wish for a happy accident onto myself?
mm said that i should try to get on television. she said ive got a television face and personality. we often joke about it. she says that if either if i ever become famous in the future i should invite her on my talk show, assuming that's what im famous for that is. she says i should become a comedian cum actor cum talk show host. we've even picked a name for the show: "naan with nandhini". maybe even feature segments for the asinine things that i do. it sounds all flash and glam but i think becoming a tv personality is way overrated. but maybe being a stage producer or script writer for comedies and sketch shows (like little britain only this time: little india) would be cool. someone behind the scenes, quietly and diabolically pulling the strings would be fun job to have. wait, maybe that's a politician. oh well, either way $.$ (enter: maniacal laughter)
MM, beta and i discussed becoming a politician as well. start our own political party and try and take over the world. im so often politically incorrect i don't think anyone would let me have any power if they can help it. for god forbid we actually see some reform eh? i was quite touched when they said they'd totally vote for me if i stood for a position. that's 2 votes i can count on for sure. lets try doing the math to see who's going to vote for me shall we? so we have a population of about 4 million right? 4 million-christians+beta-chinese+beta+MM-malays-indians=still 2. hmm. okay, so maybe the politician thing can be considered a shelved idea then eh? we'll revisit that in another life time perhaps.
with that i leave you with some almost philosophical questions: does the future exist? or is it an illusion? are we in a constant dream like state, wishing and willing the world to move in our minds? have evolution allowed our imaginations to control us so much that we make up these illusions of life and death for ourselves? of god and religion? are we really here or in an alternate dimension? or are we just finding ways to cope with what's really going out there? is the theory of life all a hoax? is the world we live in real? is the earth round or are we stuck in dimension that just makes us imagine everything as round (sun, planets, earth, eyes, boobies etc.)? or did i just spent last night re-watching the matrix trilogy back to back? do i lack sleep? am i talking cock? am i demented? maaaaaybe. okay so perhaps there's a reason my blog posts are so "mind boggling". everytime i write an entry im high on crack, sleep deprivation and/or glucose.
have a jolly good weekend mates. ive got to take a shower, eat lunch and do a year's worth of homework by 5. do you feel the dedication to my weekly blogging? huh? do ya? you better, fuckers! well, ive got to at least make a start on a few of those things before i leave at 5.
i watched the dark knight yesterday and it was the mind fuckery film ive ever watched. my genre has always been horror and comedy. batman films unfortunately fell within neither. don't get me wrong, i love batman. the batman films just never really appealed to my palate being as warped and twisted as it is. that is until this batman film came out. watched it with mm and beta. im sure they would and have declared that, bottom line, its a fantastically made brilliant film. mm fell in love with the joker from the moment she met him and now secretly (okay not so secretly) harbours a wish to be his girlfriend cum sidekick. mm wants to be joker's girlfriend and i just plain want to be joker. its the most fun job one could have. at least that's how the world's most dead best villainous actor, heath ledger (RIP), has portrayed his character to be. the joker is a very relatable character i must say. hmm? is that just me then? come on, think about it. we all have an inner psycotic demon that we're trying so hard to resist. the joker is himself and embraces his inner psyco. not to mention other citizens of gotham city to embrace it as well.
mm totally enjoyed the flick because she had alot of back up knowledge. she just loved predicting everything that was about to happen during the film. and when she got something right she'd do the victory dance in her seat and did one in mine. i did mine because i have a morbid love for watching the birth of new villains. the origins of insanity. beta was quite blur at some parts and had to be explained to. mm and i loved explaining things to her because we liked flaunting our deep understanding of the film. pre film bitching and post film laughter was incredibly funtastic. my muscles ache from too much laughing today and my throat hurts because i involuntarily did the soundless laughter thing again. really damages your thraot but in this case i enjoyed it. its like sovenior to prove that i had fun. it was fantastic going out with them again. need to do it again often. mm was reluctant to leave kfc because she wanted to continue some more. but i live on the edge of the planet which is why: chalet planning time!!! no need to stop in the middle of having fun. invite the whole of photography. pajamas. gambling. 6% alcohol content party booze. beach. fun. urgh. those few things always mean planning.
if you little sadistic fuckers love reading about my insecurities, problems and want to watch me crumble and burn in the flames at the hands of my own problems READ ON.
ah, so that's everybody then i suppose. i woke up this morning and after a hybrid of some events, online conversations and my own twisted paranoia, i got thinking about my future. because im so incredibly brilliant, i know that after this post is done, my blog may begin to resemble the rest of the million blogs out there whining about what's to come and shit like that. whatever. my blog, my rules.
when i was young i was incredibly boring and had the same ambitions as everyone else. that is, the ambition that all parents tell their kids to have. attend raffles girl's school. become a doctor. yeah like life makes everything so simple. everything just drops from the sky and your future just happens as you say it will happen. that's the biggest flaw with parents these days and actually always. they think that just by helping 2 gametes fuse they have this unsaid ownership over you and your life. for aren't all parents the by product of selfishness. the have children to carry on the name, to take care of them in old age and to live through them by rectifying past mistakes. the result: all children having the same boring ambition of becoming doctors, lawyers and teachers. you never actually see a child going "i want to be a lab technician when i grow up". you never see them going "i want to be an desk clerk". those jobs just seem alot less glamourous and i attribute this phenomenon to the fact that parent's create this sense of false perfection to the children. in actual fact, all jobs are jobs and that doesn't make one more prestigious than the other. but then children are too much of idiots to realise, resist and refute this.
remember when project runway first came out and you little self assured twerps suddenly wanted to become fashion designers. you believed the pish posh glamour of the job and wanted the fame that the media offered. even though you had the artistic abilities and creativity of a chiwawa, you still fancied yourself to be a glamourous fashion designer living in style, drinking espressos in new york city, living in district 1 apartments. some of us still haven't awaken from the dream and some of us have moved on to bigger things.
now, most of us born under the realm of 1991 have taken a liking to the combination BCME and fancy ourselves as psychologists. these are no doubt the remaining children still holding on to the notion that adding the suffix "dr." in front of your name is prestigious and holds the instant ticket to the high life. the world of money, bow ties and ball gowns. YAAAAAAWN. boooooring. no matter how disappointed you maybe to hear this, i will still do you this favour. i will myself and my blog take the responsibility in telling you that the process of getting that suffix in front of your name through psychology is a long and tiring process that requires years of study to attain that PhD. i can tell you now that most of you BCME-ers will quit before you even make it and become secondary school councilors telling 15 year olds what to do with their lives. woopee. way to go roll in the cash and fame. one word: sheep.
so after im done judging and pissing people of from up my safe spot on the moral high horse, i'll get on with the whining. i have no fucking clue what im going to do with my life. should i just do business and possibly live to regret my lack of adventure. should i take up literature, become a teacher and live with my parents until the day i die having no time or money for dating? perhaps i should become an accountant, work a 9-5 job and 6-8 deal with drugs, sex and alcohol? or should become a proffessional poker player? should i become a chef and start a cooking show? i could do travel writing and stalk anthony bourdein across the globe just because? or should i hope that i get run down by a bus tomorrow so that i don't have to think so deeply about my future anymore. after all im too much of a coward to inflict the pain that comes before death onto myself. why not wish for a happy accident onto myself?
mm said that i should try to get on television. she said ive got a television face and personality. we often joke about it. she says that if either if i ever become famous in the future i should invite her on my talk show, assuming that's what im famous for that is. she says i should become a comedian cum actor cum talk show host. we've even picked a name for the show: "naan with nandhini". maybe even feature segments for the asinine things that i do. it sounds all flash and glam but i think becoming a tv personality is way overrated. but maybe being a stage producer or script writer for comedies and sketch shows (like little britain only this time: little india) would be cool. someone behind the scenes, quietly and diabolically pulling the strings would be fun job to have. wait, maybe that's a politician. oh well, either way $.$ (enter: maniacal laughter)
MM, beta and i discussed becoming a politician as well. start our own political party and try and take over the world. im so often politically incorrect i don't think anyone would let me have any power if they can help it. for god forbid we actually see some reform eh? i was quite touched when they said they'd totally vote for me if i stood for a position. that's 2 votes i can count on for sure. lets try doing the math to see who's going to vote for me shall we? so we have a population of about 4 million right? 4 million-christians+beta-chinese+beta+MM-malays-indians=still 2. hmm. okay, so maybe the politician thing can be considered a shelved idea then eh? we'll revisit that in another life time perhaps.
with that i leave you with some almost philosophical questions: does the future exist? or is it an illusion? are we in a constant dream like state, wishing and willing the world to move in our minds? have evolution allowed our imaginations to control us so much that we make up these illusions of life and death for ourselves? of god and religion? are we really here or in an alternate dimension? or are we just finding ways to cope with what's really going out there? is the theory of life all a hoax? is the world we live in real? is the earth round or are we stuck in dimension that just makes us imagine everything as round (sun, planets, earth, eyes, boobies etc.)? or did i just spent last night re-watching the matrix trilogy back to back? do i lack sleep? am i talking cock? am i demented? maaaaaybe. okay so perhaps there's a reason my blog posts are so "mind boggling". everytime i write an entry im high on crack, sleep deprivation and/or glucose.
have a jolly good weekend mates. ive got to take a shower, eat lunch and do a year's worth of homework by 5. do you feel the dedication to my weekly blogging? huh? do ya? you better, fuckers! well, ive got to at least make a start on a few of those things before i leave at 5.
