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spoiler alert!

but aiyah, the plot is so unsophisticated i think spoiler also nevermind; you won’t miss out on much anyway.

the “crack crack crack” weirdo sound that comes out during transformation reeks of nostalgia.

adapting a cartoon into a movie is understandably difficult, especially for one involving such difficult-to-depict-in-real-life motions like transforming.

starscream the f22 fighter jet transforming between his 2 forms in midair was way cool.

bumblebee using radio to speak is damn cute.

the autobots hiding themselves was hilarious; especially when they all tried to camouflage themselves by morphing into their vehicular form, in the garden. stupidly entertaining.

“the parents are irritating. shall we decimate them?”

mojo pees on ironhide’s feet and ironhide nearly kills him as he thinks his feet are going to rust.

i think that was the most enjoyable part of the movie, but the tragic reality is that transformers is not supposed to be a comedy. (or is it?)

the plot was too complex, in my humble opinion. the target audience are probably kids and long-time fans; the former won’t understand the story; the latter will probably not appreciate the weird twists.

megatron wasn’t stylo at all and i think the only cool feat he managed to pull off was ripping jazz apart so effortlessly. (was that even jazz? see, the plot quite hard to follow!)

the way megatron died was also extremely wtf.

and it’s also very cute that the cube that sector seven was storing in this huge place all along, could suddenly miraculously be transformed into a tiny object for logistical cinematic purposes, so that the guy can later insert it into megatron’s chest to kill him. (?!)

bleah.

okay maybe i’m being critical. (eh but review also gave 2 stars nia.)

but i think if they ain’t gonna focus on the plot and want to concentrate on the action instead, which is plausible by the way, they should at least have a more easy-to-understand plot wad. i think the whole flow was a complex mess.

one solution i propose is to give up on understanding the story from the start and focus on the fun and aesthetics.

the babe was hot too.

but then again, this is the kind of movie that you can enjoy to the max only in a cinema lah, so just go and watch lah, since the whole world is going to watch as well.

purchasing the tickets was an adventure because they were selling so damn fast. i think i will never catch a hot movie on a weekend ever again; expensive, lousy seats, and long q-ing time; we sat on the third row, and my neck was very suan indeed.

eh i removed the tagboard, so just use the comments section lah okay?

i wanna keep the comments organized so that they go with the posts they belong to

update: aiyah, let’s have it back.

maybe i inherited mother’s way of thinking.

quite easily contented one.

i’m very lucky to be born healthy and to have family members who love me.

i’m not a social butterfly but thoroughly enjoy the company of those who are important to me.

i’m world-wary enough to know about the invisible dangers of the world but serene enough to accept the way the world works.

stupid enough to be just a stupid normal person who treads the earth like any other, but smart enough to see the merits in being stupid.

most importantly, even though i get emo at times, i’m generally just a stupid person with the extraordinary talent of being happy.

and that’s probably enough

i think i never announce also alot of people know liaoz…

seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeebeh sampart.

so…

so….

no need to say liao

i kopped my lao di’s bottle to use for about two days.

i didn’t even know got wordings on it one.

rav4′s birthday present..

consisted of a new bottle

hopefully this one can last me for a very very long time

rav4 damn scary, cos she started questioning me “you always look at other girls is it?!”

i say ya, sorry bo bian one, what you want me to do?

then she also cannot do anything.

and then i was saying, in future, the anniversary will be damn close to my birthday. she says good wad, then can celebrate both together.

i was like, wtf! sibeh bo hua, i very lugi leh, like that.

i suggested breaking up and then getting together again in september, when her birthday is.

i think she nearly went crazy.

biao mei keeps stressing me, say must bring biaosao go nice nice romantic dinners and stop being such a bore. luckily her biaosao is as much a boring simpleton as her biaoge.

if there’s an award for “the most boring couple in the world” we might just qualify. cos until now, every single outing of ours involves either borders, kino, or the library.

in fact, just the other day, ah tong was asking me for advice on where to bring girls to for romantic dates.

i was like, wtf, how i know, why is there this MISconception that i am a hum sup lou??? like i always go dating with girls and bringing them to romantic places?!

rav4 was telling me i should have suggested borders to him.

i was like, eh, not everyone is as boring as us.

who needs to burn money on extravagant trips to candlelight dinners at exotic places? definitely not boring people like us!

for dinner on my birthday, we had char kway teow, chai tao kuey, sugarcane juice, and one stupid fish head.

twenty two measly dollars, no service charge, no gst, no plus plus plus, eat until how shiok, eat until rav4 walk also cannot walk!

after that just find somewhere nice to sit down and talk.. how simple, how happy

haven’t felt so happy.. in a long, long time

P.S. 05/07/07: smilies have been killed to save the tagboard.

my mother thinks birthdays shouldn’t merely be celebrations of the birth of the young; they should also been seen as days to pay tribute to the factories (mothers) as well.

i concur.

so arigato for giving birth to me, though saying it here is pretty much pointless because there is only a mere 0.00002% chance that you will one day muster up the it-savviness to turn on a computer, open a browser, point your mouse to the correct position, type in your son’s extremely sophisticated blog url, and hit enter.

my mother says that giving birth to me was the most painful experience in her life. my lao di and lao jie were less of a pain.

luckily i am damn filial and it’s all worthwhile.

right anot?

we were supposed to go to sakura last saturday after cblc meeting. i asked rav4 along but she said she couldn’t make it because she had to work as there will be vips coming to the restaurant and they will be very very very busy.

what a blatant lie.

but the blueberry cheese cake she made was… very very nice so she’s forgiven

budden the cblc people were so irritating and kept on incessantly teasing and teasing and making fun of us and swooning and getting jealous of me that i totally forgot to take a picture with everyone.

at the end of everything, there was still alot of the cake left.

which was just as well, because it became my dinner the remnants here looks quite disgusting though.

it was really very very yummy

the birthday card from cblc was the most ridiculous and wtf card i’ve ever recieved in my entire life.

here are some of the award-winning classics (your names have been kindly witheld to protect your identities because your words are really kokanadan):

1) “biaoge ge ge ge, happy birthday! cherish your vehicle!!!“

2) “hey boi! grow up liao faster settle down. stop cheating ger! happy bd.”

3) “yo! happy birthday to you. heard you go around cheating girls. i hate you!”

wtf??

nevermind.

anywayz.

still, arigato cblc folks, even though you guys are damn evil.

special thanks to biaomei for being one of the main evil masterminds. and for the borders voucher, though i haven’t used it yet; i’m too used to reading books for free.

after lunch, went to town with rav4, where we were heng ka lao sai and stumbled into ndp rehearsal with a good seat.

so free fireworks

the long-awaited sequel to this, this and this.

the bottle has finally run into a mishap.

it’s cracked.

i think some bugger slammed the ball into it this afternoon. i wasn’t there at the time. all i managed to see was the damage.

it leaks.

for the first time in our lives, me and rav4 went to louis vuitton.

i just suddenly felt adventurous and got curious about why people even need to queue to get into a bloody shop.

but because we were relatively young compared to the general crowd inside, we knew we had to do some acting to prevent ourselves from getting chased out of the shop. our shoddy attire didn’t help much either.

our roles were to be two spoilt brats and bratesses (okay i know there’s no such word) who had so much pocket money we didn’t know where to spend them. we had to be mentally prepared and not go in and look too amazed.

with that, we puffed our chests and joined in the queue.

and at this wonderful timing, i suddenly saw huijing coming into taka so i waved at her sheepishly.

she must be wondering wtf i was doing queing at louis vuitton.

and so we were trying to while the time away waiting to get into the shop, when the idiotic rav4 suddenly blurted out something stupid, i forgot what, i think it’s along the lines of “but we no money”.

then this woman in front of us turned around to look at her, then at me, then speechlessly turned to face the front again.

wtf.

finally, we got let in, and we tried our best to look as distinguished/spoilt as we could, and realized that rich people actually really don’t look rich at all. got one auntie with a very stuckup look sitting at one of the counters, apparently looking through a catalogue for bags.

rav4: shit, i feel weird in here.

so we camoflaged into the shoes section, where there are fewer people, and at the same time trying to remember our new identities as distinguished spoilt people.

the shoes were really quite nice. i picked one up, flipped it over, and said very airily, “ooh, this one is so cheap. $950 only.”

then we saw sneakers that looked exactly like what i was wearing. damn cheapskate. $600 plus only.

i was enjoying myself flipping over all the shoes to check out the price tags, and suddenly remembered we weren’t supposed to look impressed, so we moved on.

rav4: oh ya, you need to buy slippers right.
me: oh ya hor, might as well buy here right, since so cheap.

found one, flipped it over. $600 plus.

went to check out the clothes. the tags on them don’t indicate the price. we logically concluded that people here don’t really care about this mundane thing we mere mortals call money.

aha! found one with a price tag.

about $2400.

i picked up my eyeballs from the ground and popped them back in.

we wandered around abit more, and then rav4 said something stupid again, which i hope nobody heard. “eh, i think the only things in here we can afford are the keychains.”

we left the shop feeling like beggars.

today lao bu made dumplings.

was supposed to play bball with the world’s saddest team, but sky black black and looked like it was gonna rain, so i didn’t go. (it didn’t rain)

instead, i was a filial son and helped my lao bu wrap dumplings.

don’t see ingredients so little, lao bu spent so much time preparing them okay. i said if sister doesn’t learn, maybe the art of dumpling wrapping will be lost forever from our generation onwards.

she said “you learn lo.”

then i diao her.

she said next time she can hao lian to people that her son is the only person in the generation who knows how to make dumplings. wah, damn proud of her son. better than having a doctor in the family.

then we talked about studies. she asked me engin how. i said like fuck. (in a more civilized way of course) i said maybe major in automotive engin. she said i should major in bar4 chang3 engineering.

sometimes i think i inherited her contaminated crappy genes.

shio bar changz.

DAMN nice okay. papa knows i’m a glutton. “surely eat alot liao right! how many. 2? 3??”

and i said, erm, somewhere there lah.

actually i ate 5. sibeh nice.

we don’t really celebrate father’s day but we are filial kids. oh ya, this cake was won from a lucky draw we took part in when we bought mother’s day cake. cannot let papa know.

and today is lao di’s 21st birthday. and the poor thing has to share cake with his lao jie and ah hia, because we are a frugal family and we always share the cake.

everyone grows up amazingly fast. lao di just got his driving license. and will be going smu soon. and lao jie is getting married.

omg.

soon i’ll become my sister’s kid’s uncle.

then i’ll get married also.

then there will be kids running around calling me lao peh.

omfg.

the world’s saddest team met up for dim sum buffet today. dunno what was up with everyone’s appetite. eat abit all cannot make it liao. damn waste money. i was the last man standing as usual and they just sat there watch me eat.

mango sago was damn nice. i one person took about six bowls, then this man behind me was looking damn anxious, cos i think he also want to eat. on hindsight, i should have offered him one bowl.

but nevermind.

because i didn’t to waste a single drop, i lifted the whole pot to scoop up every last bit, much to the depression of the poor man queing behind, budden the bunch of assholes a.k.a. the world’s saddest team just stood there laughing and laughing and saying damn embarassing and that i am damn kiem4 peng3.

but whatever lah, consumer rights okay, pay twenty bucks must eat till shiok shiokz.

my lao bu has been nagging me to throw away my unwanted shoes. she always scolds me for having too many shoes i don’t wear. which is not true okay! most of them is wear until cannot wear anymore but i can’t bear to throw them away.

so i decided to take one last parting shot and throw them away, because old one dun go, new one dun come.

a history of my shoes:

one of da all-time favorites. straps are for lazy bums like me. no need to tie shoelaces. this one is really wear until gou ben one. it has holes at the bottom.

it’s a pair of walking shoes. damn comfortable. somemore can just slip in slip out. i’ve worn it hundreds upon hundreds of times for sure. since jc, i believe.

it pains me to throw you away, because you’ve covered my feet unwaveringly for such a long period of time, through thick and thin, but you are too tattered and torn, so while it pains me so, i have to see you go.

sayonara.

newest pair of shoes. bought this with bm with the intention of having it substitute the strapped one. but i still prefer strapped shoes.

new balance. a.k.a no balance. army shoes. about 3 years old. this one also is wear until gou ben one.

wear until left side got hole.

right side also got hole.

steady. this is what happens when you wear army shoes to play basketball, and you whole day like to e-brake.

the soles are all gone. and my feet cry on raining days.

shoes with no souls are like humans with no souls. i shall buy a new pair at emart when i take my next ippt. goodbye, new balance.

knn this pair of slippers wear few months then break liao. damn cheapo one lah, but still?!

this was bought because all i had were sports shoes and i needed something to wear for more formal occasions. serves its purpose well on the surface, but the base is also all tattered and torn liaoz. can make do until i absolutely need a new pair of formal shoes i guess.

army shoes. brooks sucks. plus this one is oversized. wear to play bball whole day play until my toes blue-black. moral of the story: don’t play bball in oversized shoes. especially fucked up army shoes.

wah lau eh this one. addidas t-mac 2. the first pair of real bball shoes i bought. i think i bought this when i was still a noob.

okay i am still a noob but not as noob as before. this is one heavy pair of shoes, though it probably looks quite light.

alas, though i’ve worn it countless times through countless games, it ain’t very comfy and while it looks okay on the surface, it has no soles too. my e-brakes are too powerful.

my funkiest pair of shoes. i never wore it much though, because it’s too attention seeking lah.

that time got one match with people we dunno, then they want to record score and number of fouls, they actually put me down on paper with the nickname “yellow shoes”.

vintage. wore these in my jc days. i think my feet have grown bigger cos they feel damn tight now. and the white parts are growing yellow. i used to wear these to play bball when i was a super-noob. goes to show how noob i was; this kind of shoes how to wear and play?!

$35 cheapskate nike shoes. i couldn’t resist the offer. nabeh first time wear my feet the behind pain like fuck. check out how high it is. then damn hard also. no wonder discount. never wore this much.

parting shots.

boots of glory.

DEAR is the acronym NLB is using for its reading campaign. it stands for Drop Everything And Read.

so cute right.

i was at woodlands library. i found the promotional banner for double-your-reading very endearing.

because the girl is quite chio.

i worship nerdy ah lians.

anywayz i realize i haven’t been there in ages upon ages. in fact, i think the last time i was there, was the very day i turned back into a swinging bachelor. one of them incidents that managed to get me into super-emo state; the day we said goodbye.

which was pretty long ago.

so anywayz, i also found that that the fishcake with thai chilli sauce they sell at lerk thai is damn nice. and i fully utilized the double-your-reading scheme with two library cards and went home with a very heavy backpack.

the moon that night was humongous and very very nice. the quality of the picture does not do its beauty justice.