I've traded this space for a decidedly dingier one.

I just realised that my blogskin looks similar to the FML site.

That explains everything.

I had a rare case of insomnia last night. I went to bed around 3 15 - 45 minutes earlier than my usual bedtime these days and 2 hours later than what I had intended - and lay tossing and turning in bed for 3 hours. My head spun every time I closed my eyes and tried to relax for the first couple of hours or so.

Something's very wrong with me these days.

I can hear a few of you going "More like since forever," but I'm not gonna bother myself with what you think because that's your problem and you're still putting up with me aren't you?

I mean physically; my bio-clock is whacked, my stomach acts up every few days, I get twisted nightmares (not physical, but yeah) ... What gives?

Well, at least those few hours didn't go to waste completely. I thought about how I would plan my 21st if I celebrated it with more than Tonberry and decided that the theme would be along the lines of Casino Royale. That way, people can entertain themselves!

I also thought about how I'm gonna spend my holidays but I'm not letting you in on my plans just yet. I don't want anyone to say it's just all talk, y'know.

Someone once tried to confuse/enlighten us with the line, "The more I know, the more I know that I do not know."

That makes obvious sense to the humble man.

I have a huge problem with decision-making. Thank God for hunger, otherwise I'd probably take an hour to decide between beef noodles and laksa.

Anyway, I've been contemplating switching over to WordPress. I've already created an account, imported my entries and even blogged a bit there but I just can't bear to leave this blogskin! Very shallow, I know, considering the many widgets WordPress has but hey, a blog's about expressing yourself, and blogskins play a part in that! Case in point: my skin's kinda plain and so am I.

So. How???!?!



It's almost funny how people do themselves in. It's a widespread phenomenon, and it also happens to be deeply intrinsic to my personality.

Why do we do such things? We know it's a stupid idea, we know we'll get crap for it, but we still go ahead and do it anyway. And I'm not talking about situations in which the alternatives lead to a more gruesome death - I'm talking about times when we actually have a chance of making it out alive. It's like we enjoy blowing ourselves up!

This weird behavior might have something to do with the need to substantiate our pride. I don't know about the rest of you, but most of the stupid decisions I've made so far revolve around my big fat ego. I have an excess of pride but don't have much to take it in. And when it has nowhere to go, it self-destructs, taking me along with it. It doesn't help that when you're at war with yourself, you tend to also be at war with the world.

So to the one who messed up,  I hope you'll be able to withdraw your arms, because we all know who has the big guns.

I was scammed into sleeping late today, the day of my econs test. Scammed, I tell you! Had completely nothing to do with the rainy weather.

Mum and I went to the Asia Food Fair at the Expo today, and I swear, I stopped her from buying the whole place! She wanted to buy everything, even koropok!

I am looking for inspiration for The Anniversary Present in my old blog, and I can't help but laugh.

So you want your movie review (actually you don't but I feel guilty not writing it after having promised to, and I do need the practice). Here you have it!


Alice in Wonderland

The story was well-loved, the posters were vibrant, the collaboration was exciting; everyone was looking forward to Alice in Wonderland's premiere.

But I'm afraid the movie didn't quite live up to the hype with respect to the most important aspects.

The whimsical melancholy Tim Burton is renowned for was reflected in the character of the Mad Hatter and - sadly - little else. After all, a dog being held captive because of his family isn't the quirkiest scene, is it? Also, Depp's portrayal of the Mad Hatter had lacked a certain spark, one that had been present in his previous films. It was a decent performance by any standards, but one would have expected that extra oomph from someone as apt for the role as Depp.

Falling short of the high expectations following Depp and Burton aside, the movie was a well-developed production; the integration of graphics and set was seamless, the costumes practically made the characters, and the main characters possessed a charismatic brand of quaintness and eccentricity. I was particularly charmed by Helena Bonham Carter's performance as the snippity, spoilt, yet strangely endearing Red Queen.

Essentially, Alice in Wonderland, with its hints of socio-political references, is a more evolved version of the original children's story. Recommended for weary souls who wish to seek respite from the mad world out there in a mad world of flying cats and talking caterpillars.


(Something is very wrong with my skin's quote function [I wanted to quote this review because it looks nicer]. And I can't put a caption right under the picture. Why is it being so difficult!? I just really want to say  "Off with their heads!")




Now.

I WANT TO DO SOMETHING!

I don't want to feel like I'm living a hollow life doing mundane things. I don't wanna play MJ, I don't wanna club and... There's nothing else. Except pool, which we're gonna play tomorrow :).

It's Sunday.

I've tidied the room, changed my bedsheets, done the laundry, read a little, watched a some TV, gone to NTUC to nab sale items and am fresh out of the shower, preparing to go to a family dinner.

What's wrong with this picture?

Nothing and everything.

I just read the blog of one of the more (I'm not saying most because I don't know her that well) charming people I know. She wrote about missing someone, and it sounded like one of those straightforward happy heartbreak songs.

How does anyone bare their soul like that?!

Whenever I feel compulsed to spill my guts, I do some encoding, hopefully abstract enough so that it's only relevant to me.

Am I closing myself off to others? Will the world like me more if I wear my heart on my sleeve? Or is opening up going to reveal all the skeletons in my closet that will scare people away?




Anyway, the new name's Jade, if you don't already know. And it's here to stay.

I kinda knew it all along (remember Jaiden?), but I wanted something different. No fancy schmancy spin-offs this time, although I am very tempted.