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Saturday, 6 July 2013
A lovely, lovely day with two lovely gals and Thoughts on Man of Steel posted at 05:35
Today, I woke up early to go watch Man of Steel with Shrooms and Pebble.What can I say, the movie was so disappointing. I mean Henry Cavill's beautiful, beautiful face definitely made up for all the boring action-packed scenes (Oh, the irony). I was so excited to see it too! I think I'd been waiting for it to come out since last year (Shrooms too) only because Henry Cavill and his beautiful face and his booby-licious pecs (ahhhahahahah) are in it. Also, I thought the director of Man of Steel, Zack Snyder had directed Batman (which I just googled and he hadn't, silly me, Christopher Nolan is the producer and HE directed Batman, heheheh). *Spoiler alert* Anyhow, I liked the start of the movie where Superman's real parents are on the planet of Krypton. Russell Crowe was really cool in this movie. So coooooool. Brrrr. Hahaha. I laugh at my own jokes. And then, when Henry's face first came on the screen, it was just like rainbows and unicorns (without their horns) were dancing around in my stomach. I was so happy but enjoying the movie basically stopped there. I quite liked the casting of the movie really. NOT just because of Henry Cavill although that probably played a part. Amy Adams (who Pebble thought was Isla Fisher) as Lois Lane was good, I thought. She had charisma and wasn't just a pretty face. Russell Crowe had that sort of noble, grand guardian sort of look to him. Kevin Costner looked like a good ole dad. I could go on. The movie itself though. Oh good gosh! No good emotional scenes. Just lots of fighting. Pure fighting with explosion and stuff but not much else. Dialogue was standard, as Shrooms nicely put it. There really wasn't much talking after General Zod came down to Earth. What I like a lot in superhero films is that element of "Wow, that's a superhero!" as in I like it when the public (ie normal humans) make comments about the superhero. Man of Steel lacked that which I suppose is quite a small thing. Also, the chemistry between Superman and Lois Lane was practically non-existent. It was basically like "hey, dang it, he's hawt, he saved me with his super strength, I'm going to track him down 'cos Imma reporter" and then superman tells his mum "oh yeah, she seems cool, she's a friend" and then they look each other in the eyes in a few scenes, and then fighting and stuff, and then they kiss and blablabla...Well, Pebble's excuse was, maybe they just didn't need much dialogue because he's just got those eyes that speak to you which I suppose is true but come on, I didn't watch this movie just to see two people look at each other (although Henry's blue eyes ARE so beautiful, refer to picture below).  Another thing which is really to do with this movie especially but just all superhero movies. I love how in some scenes everything gets destroyed, eg New York city...all these other place and then in the sequel everyone just acts as if everything okay again. I mean okay, very well, you saved the Earth, you saved humanity but the REPAIRS!!! And all that paperwork in those buildings that got destroyed. Yes, I know, so many people died and I'm worried about paperwork? But that's not all, the global economy would just be in tatters after all that destruction. Hmmm, alien invasion really does take a toll on us. Aside from my movie rant, Shrooms, Pebble and I spent such a nice day in the city today. I hung out with them the whole day and it felt like time passed so quickly. Probably because I haven't seen them all these holidays. After the movie, we ate at Sushi Hotaru. Mmmm, salmon...Oh wait no! Before that we went to Timezone (the arcade)and played this Escape the Horror House or something game where we go into one of those portable mini-rooms where there's a screen and two guns and we shoot monsters in 3D. It wasn't as scary as my sister told me it was but it was very stress relieving. Screaming and whatnot. After THAT was when we ate lunch. Then Pebble had to go do a poo, I think, because she took a long time in the toilet while Shrooms and I contemplated if everyone would turn their heads if Henry Cavill (assuming he wasn't famous) walked down the street or how everyone in school would react to Henry Cavill as our teacher. Well, who would employ him for an all-girls school? He's too damn good-looking. I really think I'm turning this blog into a Henry Cavill fanpage. After that, we went to Noggi and had frozen yoghurt and then walked around the QVB a while. Now I have to get back to work =(, Tinker Also, I have a lot to say about love and other stuff but I don't feel like talking about it now so maybe next time. Sunday, 30 June 2013
A great friend posted at 03:24
Dear Shrooms,My mum would like to know why you are so good at English! My answer was "she sucks at maths". HAHAHAHAHAHAH <3 U Tinker A letter to Pebble posted at 03:22
Dear Pebble,I'm sorry for making this blog no longer your haven. I just reread your first ever blog post and I'm afraid I have greatly disappointed you because your expectations of this blog remain unfulfilled. I guess before when you told me you were afraid of judgment I didn't understand but recently because of some things that you've told me I now know what you mean. At least I think I do. I don't want you to feel stifled. I wish we could keep writing. Freely,. Whatever we want to write. As if we are simply having one of our conversations beneath the moonlight on Shrooms' driveway. Love, Tinker Friday, 28 June 2013
Thoughts on I Capture the Castle... posted at 07:15
A while back I read I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith which I absolutely hated after I had finished it but it wasn't because the book was terribly written or that the characters were unconvincing or annoying. It was simply because I hated the ending. It was too close to reality and nothing happened like I wanted it to. *Spoiler alert* If you are planning on reading this book you may as well stop reading now because the next part is going to totally spoil it for you. What got me thinking about the book again was the release of Man of Steel (aadljfhsakdfjl Henry Cavill is so beautiful) which stars Henry Cavill who also happens to play Stephen in the movie version of I Capture the Castle. I just watched the movie and now I feel so unsatisfied again. I loved Stephen so much. In the book and in the movie and not just because Henry Cavill is playing him ( I didn't even like Henry Cavill when I was reading the book), though that would be reason enough. He's just so beautiful. Anyhow in the novel, Stephen is sweet and so dedicated to the main character, Cassandra. WHY WON'T YOU LOVE HIM!!! Here's a picture of the young Henry Cavill just so you have an idea of just how damn beautiful he is.  Other than the novel making me feel super depressed I suppose I have to admit that I quite like it or at least have very strong feelings towards it. I love the setting. I like the nostalgia. The gentle breeze blowing through the castle as Rose plays the piano. I love the characters. I love Cassandra because she is so honest. I suppose that's because she IS writing in her journal but still...Again, I think I like the characters because Dodie Smith makes them real. Not perfect but real. They ARE flawed but in a way that I think people can relate to. Or at least I think I do. *Sigh* It's even worse that Cassandra doesn't end up with Simon either. The book ends with her waiting. WAITING! WHY??? I'd rather her move on but no...she waits for the day Simon can truly love her. It may or may not come Cassandra. This book makes me scared. What if I fall in love with someone that I can't have. Wouldn't that just be the most terrifyingly sad thing? 
Oh, Cassandra! Why didn't you fall in love with Stephen? I would be so much less sad right now.
If you've read I Capture the Castle or watched the movie, tell me "Am I the only one who feels so saddened by the ending?" What did you think of it?
Anyhow, onwards. Man of Steel came out recently. Shrooms, Pebble and I are going to go watch it next next Tuesday. EEEEEEEEEE! Henry Cavill on screen for around two hours? Hehhehhhehhhh... BUT, I am determined that I will not go unless I have finished all the work that I set out to do by that time. After all trials are coming up and they are the most important thing in a HSC student's life. Hahaha... Tinker Thursday, 18 April 2013
lazy and dreaming posted at 06:11
I am feeling so incredibly lazy, I figured I should write something here. Has it really been a week off already? I've mainly spent it in bed or watching film after film. I guess I should write about something remotely interesting, away from my life as a slob, so I'm going to take a shot at describing my dreams. Violent. There's a lot of death and killing in my dreams - I'm not sure why that is. I see people I know dying, and sometimes I'm doing the killing myself. I know how to use a blade effectively. The blood runs fast in scarlet red and the wounds gape. Sometimes it's necks cracking. And it's not particularly scary, because my dreams have been very much like this since I was young, just an abnormal feeling of both lucidity and haziness. I run deliriously in my dreams. I run down the wooden board walks that are built over the river land near my house, I run past Stonehenge at sunset, past children racing go-carts in a field and soldiers lying dead in no man's land. I run along train tracks laid across swamp land and desert. I run away from people. I go by instinct, as I do in reality - I don't care about exact directions. I fall down dark tunnelled slides and jump off cliffs into abysses. I fly off these cliffs too, and soar. Sometimes I soar to the moon and see a couple - the woman in her pearls and sparkling gown, the man in his black suit - waltzing across its imperfect surface without a care in the world. I chain-smoke under a gazebo in the rain and blow out smoke rings, watching them fade. I meet strangers who I'd like to meet in reality (I wonder if they're actually out there). I like how nothing makes sense in dreams, and how it doesn't need to. I will leave you on this note: http://8tracks.com/electric_sandal/these-are-your-tokyo-nights. Some dreamy tunes for you. Shrooms Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Obsessions+pointless... posted at 04:40
So it has been more than 2 months (I think) since I last wrote something.I don't know if I've ever mentioned this but I am a VERY VERY obsessive person. When something gets into my head it absolutely refuses to get out until a few weeks afterwards. But during my periods of obsession, I just HAVE to keep surrounding myself with whatever I'm obsessed with. Let me just give you an example. Say, for example, I was obsessed with baked apples (I'm not, trust me), I'd have to google it all the time to find out everything there is to know about baked apples. Then, I'd have to youtube it and look at people making baked apples. Then, I'd talk to all my friends about baked apples. Then, I'd have to BAKE baked apples. And then, I'd tell my friends all about how I baked those damn baked apples. What was I talking about again? Okay, anyways, my point is that when I get an obsession, I get really really obsessed. So, that was pointless... Anyhow, the other day, I was walking past that forest area on my way home again and I heard those voices again. They sound sort of familiar so I'm wondering if anyone is trolling me. Hmmmm... I'm hungry. I will go eat now. Love, Tinker Saturday, 2 February 2013
the map of shrooms' year posted at 23:15
Over the weekend, I decided it'd be a good idea to buy one of those mammoth year planners to stick on the white wall space over my desk. And suddenly 2013 looks crystallised, compressed into some rows of lines that don't go on and on at all. I can see everyone's birthdays, when we graduate, when our final exams are, when I can fly overseas for the first time in my life, to spend a month adventuring with my best friends - all spread out, clarified, like a book on how to string together all the constellations scattered across the sky. And the night sky's enveloping all of us. I remember when reading for my art studies, one artist described time as not something that passes or flies by, but accumulates and gathers like sediment. So history is rather more like sedimentation, heaped together and continually building. Our lives are growing sand dunes. I saw a beautiful sunrise on Friday morning when a great billowing cloud glowed pink, beyond the houses at the end of my street. This weekend has been incredibly comforting, especially after the exhausting first three days of term (writing on a deadline is emotionally draining). I keep on having dreams about smoking cigarettes, particularly with strangers. Okay, this is a post in which sediment is flying all over the bloody place and getting in everyone's eyes. I think I will go off and read about a family of circus freaks and life based on James Joyce's Ulysses soon. Hah, how pretentious. Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk along the beach. I read the poem over and over again a few days ago because I needed some inspiration for poetic rhythm and musicality. You know, I'm probably one of the women coming and going from the room talking of Michelangelo. A lot of the time I feel like I'm sitting and simmering in a pot of pretension. When I can't sleep I write lists. Because I like to do things in small steps - except when I'm eating. Ah... sighing in words. Okay, I'm getting distracted now by the moaning wind outside. Goodbye; go disturb the universe. You have now been caught up on this week's bout of self-investigation. Shrooms |
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