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methrowrockHave I ever said how much I loved the weekend? It is the time to be alone, to chillax, to kick back, to slack and reflect about how friends have got your back. Sorry, I can't seem to get the wannabe amateur poet schtick out of my system. Too many things have been going on recently, but it has been a somewhat productive week, though it is only making up for lost time. I am barely keeping up with others. Still, I feel somewhat proud of myself. Train the eyes on the target, pull the trigger-lock and charge! There's only a month left anyway, so, commander, there's no need to stinge on ammunition. Just a bit more till soccer and anime marathons and booksbooksbooks and falala-worries-fizzle-in-the-air. Whoohoo.
But before that, one must still have time to enjoy a weeny slice of life right. Watched 12 Lotus yesterday night. Well, I didn't like it and that's even when I liked 881. The scripting was messy, the acting questionable, the plot derailed and crashed&burned halfway. It was as if Roystan Tan gave up and cut the tenuous fraying threads between scenes with grandma sewing scissors. My bladder yelled murder as well. It was disappointing, yeah. The stage pieces, the songs, the costumes, the dances were a joy though. They were wonderfully creative and undeniably local and that made it heartening. Magic Stone made me laugh like crazee HAHA, it's such a cringe-worthy spoof of home news. David Gan was a scream in his cameo as well. But it wasn't enough to make it worth what-felt-like-3-hours of sitting in a dark theatre and blanking out, when I could have been at home doing work or mugging. But it's okay, there's still time. I need and want to be a nerd, damnit.
But before that, one must still have time to enjoy a weeny slice of life right. Watched 12 Lotus yesterday night. Well, I didn't like it and that's even when I liked 881. The scripting was messy, the acting questionable, the plot derailed and crashed&burned halfway. It was as if Roystan Tan gave up and cut the tenuous fraying threads between scenes with grandma sewing scissors. My bladder yelled murder as well. It was disappointing, yeah. The stage pieces, the songs, the costumes, the dances were a joy though. They were wonderfully creative and undeniably local and that made it heartening. Magic Stone made me laugh like crazee HAHA, it's such a cringe-worthy spoof of home news. David Gan was a scream in his cameo as well. But it wasn't enough to make it worth what-felt-like-3-hours of sitting in a dark theatre and blanking out, when I could have been at home doing work or mugging. But it's okay, there's still time. I need and want to be a nerd, damnit.
