I have literally 4 months off. I have 3 books and another dozen on my Amazon wishlist, yet I’ve only finished one and 2/3 of the way of another. I have Sims but I get bored easy. I have a long long to-do list. Yet, not much have progressed.
What do I do all day?
This is sloth. Yet it is secretly satisfying.
Come on already 2010, what’s taking you so long? I’m ready for a fresh start and new adventures.
And I see the sadness in all your faces
29
Dec
2009
Dec
2009
Avatar: mysticism, ecology, action and a hint of cliché
I noticed that movies nowadays almost always have some sort of subliminal message. For instance, the viewing of Avatar today brought the film geek in me to another level, what with James Cameron’s special effects on crack, the high definition quality of 3D images, insane cinematography albeit mostly CGI and of course, superbly choreographed action scenes, oh and love those blue creatures/people.
But despite all these known ingredients for your successful, billion dollar grossing, popcorn blockbuster movie, they always seem to add in messages of being socially responsible, especially to the environment.
Sure the movie blew me away, but it almost made me think about how big corporations like Kleenex who destroy virgin forests in Northern Canada to make ‘the softest tissue in the world!’. The Na’vi people in Avatar could just as well be the protector of the forest, while big nasty corporations destroy the magical Pandora for what? A ridiculous amount of money, of course.
Capitalism is basically the only solid religion left in our society today, we can’t escape it, in fact, we ourselves feed it. We all play some part in our dying planet, big mean corporations are just something solid we can put a blame on because their actions seem the most obvious.
But can we really live without those soft tissues? Do we really know what’s going on to our planet out there? How many people would die to protect our earth like the Na’vis? And most importantly, do these messages even get through to us?
Avatar has a strong focus on its message – choose your side, and fight for what’s right. The only problem is, in real life, there are so many grey areas that movies like Avatar fail to address. Then again, it’s a holiday blockbuster movie, you spend $15 to enjoy yourself, not think about freaking virgin forests in Northern Canada. Right?
22
Dec
2009
Dec
2009
Just because my blog now has pink on it
doesn’t mean you have to take it less seriously.
Then again, theaussiezombie doesn’t take herself seriously.
10
Dec
2009
Dec
2009
“Don’t say Ta-dah, only magicians and mentally retarded people say Ta-dah!”
So I am very excited that in less than 24 hours I will be free of Uni work for the next FOUR months! Hallelujah! Not that I don’t love what I’m studying but too much of one thing for a long period of time can actually do more harm than good.
Although summer hols are around the corner, I have just as many things to do. My list is already growing longer everyday. So I will be back *in fake arnie accent* since one of those things on the list is to revamp this sad looking blog space of mine.
Toodles for now. 
04
Nov
2009
Nov
2009
I’m pink and black and blue for you
I woke up a bit disorientated this morning. You know, that feeling that you weren’t sleeping and doing a lot of moving about but hey why am I in bed and my limbs are still trying to wake up?
Only after taking 35 mins of getting ready and while waiting for the water to boil for a cuppa tea did I realise that I had the weirdest dream last night. And sure enough, it involved a lot of moving about.
I dreamt that I was in some sort of uni, and funnily enough jaclyn and her boyfriend were in my class and I kept asking them questions about math homework. And then (yes, there’s more), I was running around this uni, which looks a lot like Nimonster’s old uni in Northridge, and somehow I couldn’t find my class and was getting panicky. I swear, I went up this stairs turn here and there and went in circles but somehow couldn’t find my damn class! And it was already 3 mins past the class starting time and I really hate being late for classes.
So in the end, I asked someone (god knows why I didn’t earlier, my dream-self must’ve had some male-ego-don’t-ask-for-directions thing going on). So apparently, my class was like Harry Potter’s Room of Requirement (yes, I like Harry Potter and I remember things from the book shuddap), so I had to think about my class really hard while at this particular spot and the door would magically appear for me.
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So this is what I’ve deciphered from the dream: I have a deep desire to have magical powers so I can use it to pass my exams, which I really hate because I don’t do well under the pressure of time and mystery questions potentially from any of the 25 chapters the lecturer did NOT go through.
I can’t get Chairlift’s Bruises out of my head. I need to stop going to the pharmacy, Target or Kmart for nonsensical toiletries and makeup. I am craving for pasta, risotto to be exact, even though I’ve just had pasta yesterday. Oh, and I’m in dire need for Grey’s Anatomy to make my life make sense again.
I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do handstands for you
everytime I fell on you
Yeah, everytime I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But everytime I fell for you
I’m permanently black and blue
Blue for youuuuu
21
Oct
2009
Oct
2009
Sometimes
I wish I had an older brother who’ll annoy, tease and protect me like any other older brother would instead of having two bratty younger brothers whom I have to bear with, give in and take care of.
16
Oct
2009
Oct
2009
Of Famous Amos Cookies and Bubble Tea
I am currently idling my time away in the library. I rocked up at 8.20am (again) to finish off an assignment (yes, another one) and completed it earlier than expected. Now I have nothing to do until 5.30pm. I am resisting the calls of bubble tea and famous amos cookies which is just a stone’s throw away at Melbourne Central, in fact I can see the building from where I am sitting now. Must. Resist. Need. To. Save. Money.
And the dude sitting beside me look a lot like one of my ex-boyfriends. Not only in the face, but body type, height and even hair.
I’m so bored. I wish the famous amos cookies and bubble tea would stopping whispering my name.
12
Oct
2009
Oct
2009
