2009 Summer Movie Review part 1

I have to confess that I'm not too eager to catch the movies this year. Illuvatar knows why I have developed such strange apathy towards the biggy-screeny-entertainy.
Maybe it is the massive queues into which I'll have to drown myself when HP comes out. (Gods, The Potterfan Legion will murder ticket lines even at the oddest hours...say 10 a.m. on a Monday. I'm serious.)

Movies with release dates that coincide with Harry Potter and the Blanket of Ticket-line Deaths will be reviewed in a separate drivel. (That is assuming that I could even watch a movie then without perishing at the box-office counter.)
Without further ado, here are the short reviews with ratings on the Hippo scale:

a) Night in the Museum 2.
- Like all sequels to comedy flicks, it has a bigger cast, bigger attitude, bigger plot, wider usage of poorly constructed slapsticks, bigger, more vivid exposure of unsightly moral values (Refer to end of post), and thus a greater disappointment when compared to the first episode. It makes a good family movie, though...and you know how family movies work ><''' Rating: C+ b) Drag Me to HELL!!!!
- This movie did not drag itself to the netherworld....You know, for 1.5 good hours, I was actually ENTERTAINED by a Hollywood horror/thriller flick, not since Child's Play or Exorcist or Evil dead (The horror golden years). Actually, I have to admit that this movie is SO not disappointing that it actually disappoints me. Yes. I'm not lying. I fully expect this movie to be an epic fail...just like any current Hollywood horror trash, but it turned out to be an epic win. Bugger me. Yes, some scenes were overrated, but this little gem has revived my faith in the scardey-waredy genre. And you won't see me in old folk's homes anytime soon, that I can assure you. Rating: Anywhere between B+ and A-

c) Angels and Demons
- Again, a movie that is supposed to flop bloodily but doesn't flop as much. But it still flopped nonetheless. Brown writes movies scripts, not novels IMHO. Ergo movie adaptations of his "books" were supposed to be good. But this one was just so tired and stale that hard bread would look like fresh scones next to it. However, it is not an utter unabated unsalvageable failure (read: Da Wonky Code) either. I seriously would have slept through the movie if it wasn't for pweetty artwork (Yay Bernini?) and trying to entertain the thought of an Irish carmelengo. Acting is stick-like as usual, very unbecoming of Hanky and McGregor, but wtf, it's still bearable. Rating: C+

d) Xmen Origins: Wolvey <3
- When I asked my friends before seeing this movie, it became a balanced two-sided feud. One half thinks that it is pure manure, and the other thinks that it is for once, good. I think I will tip the scales by siding with the latter partisan. IMHO, this is the best Xmen installment among the three because and only because it had better acting and a more substantial, memorable and believable plot. Sure, it lacks the adrenaline punch of the former two, but action scenes do not define a movie. People who disagree on me with this can very well go....on disagreeing with me, for I am far too powerless to eat your spleen.

e) State of play
- Mmmmmm...dammit...just goddammit. I've not watch the BBC miniseries yet, but this movie has SO MUCH POTENTIAL....so much potential, dammit, and they blew everything up on my face by pulling off a Dan-Brown-ending-scene. Ick...utter ungodly blasphemous slime-dripping-from-a-zombie's-eyesocket ick. HOW DARE YOU FAIL ME??? *thwacks inanimate embodiment of said movie*
It started off almost like a pseudo-Archer-meets-Grisham with a healthy dose of blood-pressure raisers and a decent conspiracy-theory plotline. The character development is not really visible, but it's only a 2 hour movie, so screw it. I must applaud Crowe and Dame Mirren for their stellar acting.....and Affleck is as brick-like but happily charismatic as always (Which is why he plays the role of a senator well. Yay). Rating B (A or A+ if they removed or changed the F**** ending. grrrr).

f) Tansformers 2: Revenge of Shiny Metal Arse.
- Forgive my Futurama tribute. I miss them dearly. Oh, why must they be cancelled...ANYWAY, back to the intended subject. Let me give this review as straightforward as I straightforwadly possibly can (Which I can't). :D
I am judging this one with Battle Royale as the benchmark, not the earlier Transformers installment. Reasons purely being: the first episode scored an epic win, if this one flops, a surrogate yardstick will not taint my memories of the previous episode. Besides, Battle Royale DOES carry with it a high standard, so it's not some random reference point. Adding to that, many people (Read: friends) claim that Tranny (whoops!) 2 had too much fighting scenes that it compromised the story. Why shouldn't I compare it to Battle Royale if this one is going to be saturated with Robot-on-Robot action? (NO, not THAT kind of ACTION!!! EEEWWW...do you know how many people I might actually alienate if I even start a MegatronxOptimus slashfic?)
Ahem. Anyway, the movie was decent enough to be in my good books, but sadly pales in comparison to a show where kids mutilate each other for survival. I have a bone to pick with the producers, though. Is Megan Fox the epitome of ALL Final Fantasy female characters? You know, those women who still look gorgeous after being shelled by bullets, whose make-up and bosom did not melt even when standing five feet away from ground-zero of an A-bomb blast? Heck, that bionic wench barely broke a bead of sweat when her BF got roasted by carpet bombers. Although I do have to say that the Decepticons look AWESOME and there's this Decepticon geezer who I'm positive was possessed by Stephen Fry's soul. Meep. I think I should stop now. Ahem. Rating: B+

That's all for now. I'll be nominating Drag Me to hell and X-men for the Hipposcars, which might be posted by December, should this blog survive future abandonment.

Movies that I want to see:
- Orphan (Creepy demonspawns always grab my attention)
- Public Enemies (Crimelords!! and the possibility of Depp snogging Cotillard...mmm...=P)
- Pelham 123 (A remake, but I'll risk this one)
- HP and bla bla bla (For the sake of completion...and honouring Rowling's work)
- G.I. Joe (A less beefy main character and Cobra without the creepy voice. hmmmm. Undecided)
- Surrogates (Sci-fi is tempting. DAMN)
- Final Destination 4 (hhhmmm...I'm wary..I'm not sure about this one. I mean, Child's play 3 and Scream 3 wasn't particularly good, you know).

Movies that I don't want to see
- Ice Age 3 (I.A. 2 was awful enough)
- Hannah Montana (Give me a good reason to watch this one)
- Blood the Last Vamp (Hollywood never learns from its countless failures of remaking Jap flicks, no?)
- 17 again (You gotta be kidding me)
- Land of the lost (Unless I'm watching it with friends)
- New Moon (Go figure).
- Termy Salvation (No Arnie, no watchie)
- Storm Warriors 2 (Undecided....I'll prolly watch it on DVD)

I want to have a poll. If you are stuck in a cineplex ALONE (Read: NO BFs, GFs, BFFs, significant others, relatives, servants, slaves, acquaintances, mates, NONE) and can't go home for the next two or so hours, and there are NO (Read: NO NO NADA NIL ZILCH EMPTY NEGATIVE TAKDE NON-EXISTENT) blockbuster hits (ie: the anticipated popular sellout ones) available; what kind of movie will you watch? (Polls are on the sidebar). And yes, you can cast multiple votes. I know how indecisive you people can be.

-I chose the politicky, sci-fi, fantasy and noir ones.
-Art films fall into the non-conformist category.

P.s. I won't be blogging till next week, for I will happily be in Taiping for my cousin's wedding.

P.p.s It's not that I'm some bloody heartless devil-worshiping anarchist, I just hate it when directors and scriptwriters are too sloppily lazy to even put a gentle veil on the "moral values" that they wish to present. OMG how can you enjoy a movie when all it does is bleed "DO NOT BETRAY FRIENDS" or "TRUSTING OTHERS IS IMPORTANT" or "GOOD SELF ESTEEM SAVES THE DAY" or "DETERMINATION IS KEY TO SUCCESS" or "PARENTS MUST LEARN TO LET GO OF GROWN UP KIDS" or "FORGIVE AND FORGET LEADS TO GOOD ENDINGS" or "BE YOURSELF" or similar values throughout the ENTIRE EFFING movie, and at the critical point in the film where said value is supposed to be gently, seductively and neatly exposed to the audience, the movie simply shouts the value out loud, like some fourth-wall breaker slapping a whip-cream pie on my face. Intended effect lost. Movie becomes cheesy and downright nauseating, and I become semi-suicidal.

Tales of a Trip North, And Then a Little Bit to The South..

Swill
[verb informal] Drink greedily or in large quantities.

First Full Moon of June:

Meine Mutter und Vater decided to go on a week's worth of "vacation" to a city up north in the Duck's Beak Peninsula, they call it The Pearl of the Orient.

I call it the City-Which-Bears-Eerie-Resemblance-To-Ankh-Morpork-But-Is-Considerably-Smaller-Due-To-Geographical-Constrains-Well-It-Being-On-An-Island-After-All-Good-Gods-The-Traffic-But-Is-Loved-Anyway-Because-They-Have-Ridiculously-Awesome-Food-And-Perhaps-The-Only-Surviving-Chain-Of-Tower-Records-And-A-GSC-Cineplex-That-Kicks-More-Arse-Than-Any-Branch-In-The-Friggin-Valley-Of-The-Klang.

Most people are lazy and would rather call it The-Georgetown-Of-The-Penang-And-All-Its-Surrounding-Boroughs-Thereof.

Lazier People call it Georgetown.

The trip northwards is pretty much as eventful as a used sheet of toilet paper, with the brief exception of me getting terrified by miene Vater's driving skills. I swear that he has been harbouring homicidal intentions for more than four-score years. Well, I certainly did not want those intentions directed towards me, no? But then again, I label any speed above 110 km/hour as homicidal. So there you go.

My parents decided to hole up in the Red Rock Hotel. I actually expected it to be a stable that even Baby Jesus would not choose to be born into. You know, it being red, and I'm very sure that Baby Jesus would agree with me that Red is evil and crass. And of course, it being...well...rocky. But it turned out to be a semi-luxurious hotel, where the staff actually recognized menie Vater(WTF). The hotel had CNBC (Yay!) So when I was not gobbling food outside, I would watch Conan o'Brien usurp Leno's show.

Day came, and evening came (but we arrived in the early evening), and The Hippo ate and ate and was satisfied. The first day.

I woke up to the sound of meine Mutter bemoaning that it was cold. Egads, how can she survive in Canada? =_= It was only 22 Celcius. I will not describe my eating exploits, for they are too long and disgusting to be expounded upon here. I must mention though, that I got a new pair of comfy slippers, and a CD set of Tchai's Sleeping Beauty *GLOAT* . And meine Vater drives like a madman. And so do other Penangites.

In the evening, I had the most wonderful pleasure to meet The Josh and his family. They are all such nice people *fuzzy warm hug*, and their dogs are marvelous as always. And Beethoven had finally called off her feud against me. Yay! (Erm, ye see here, in my last trip to The Georgetown of The Penang, I accidentally slighted Beety by paying a tad more attention to the other dogs, who were pawing at me at all times. It resulted in a bloody cold war). I missed good ol' The Josh and he seems to be jolly as always. (Dammit I must always remind myself to post those pics we took, but then Streamyx is the perfect killjoy...)

Anyway, The Josh and I had a brief visit to the newly constructed Times Square. I think that it is fated to follow the one in KL. It has nearly the same architecture. But with more pretty lights. And I had a whole session of viewing his photos of Vancouver life. too bad i haz not any photos of Toronto, for I seldom touched and toyed with my Olympus(For those of you whose minds are veering off track to what I think you are about to think, DON'T).

Day came, and evening came, and The Hippo ate and ate and was satisfied. The second day.

Two Days After the First Full Moon of June

I cannot present a chronological flow of events here, for time seems to stand still in the next town I went, or maybe it was just the heat that fried my sense of time.

It is called the City of Perpetual Peace, just an hour's bit south from The Georgetown.

I call it the Town-That-Is-Not-As-Peaceful-As-You'd-Think-It-Would-Be-Baator-Be-Damned-There-Is-A-Penitentiary-And-A-Friggin-Hypermart-How-Can-It-In-God's-Or-Gods-Or-Ungods-For-The-Ever-So-Sensitive-Reader-Can-There-Be-Peace-Oh-And-It-Is-Populated-By-The-Elderly-And-The-Trannies-Come-Out-At-One-Ante-Meridianish-.....

I'll just call it Taiping. That list is inexhaustible should I rant on.

For the next five (Or was it six?) days, I would live in the office-lot-sized furnace known as my grandfather's house, that art in the Borough of Aulong. I would gladly wish to recall eeverything that transpired there, but because I lost all track of time, well.....here's a list of the memorables:

-I ate Kuey Teow T'nng at least once for all but one of the five or six days. Taiping Kuey Teow T'nng is the best I've ever had in my entire life.

-I went for Bermuda-Shorts-Hunting in the Store. Gods it was friggin hot and Meine Mutter was making me try T-shirts after trying about 6-7 shorts in tiny stuffy, warm non-airconditioned fitting rooms, where my patience and goodwill was sorely tested by heat, my inability to fit in some (if not almost all) of the shorts, me being sweaty and icky for what i think was half-and-hour, and moments where I was forced to politely clash opinions with my mom about our tastes in cloting. I can assure you that it is only poor Christian charity and mercy that reined in my overwhelming desire to snap someone's neck and then devour their entrails. I think I let on a little too much and gave a sour hint to Meine Mutter when she was outfitting me on a shirt that still can't fit me eventhough it is size XL. I'm pretty sure I went "THEY ARE DESIGNING MOST OF THESE SHIRTS FOR GENERIC ANOREXIC POSIBBLY DRUG ADDICTED MODERN ASIAN SACK-O'-ANTLERS GUYS WHO HAVE UNNATURALLY UGLY FOPPISH HAIR AND POOR TASTE IN WHAT ACCESSORIES THEY CHOOSE TO HANG ON THEIR PIERCED BODY PARTS AND A HORRIBLE SENSE OF FASHION THAT IS NOTHING BUT PHAILED MOCKERY OF THE JAPANESE KAWAII CULTURE!" I think she understood my hint and hastened the shopping spree.

(No offence meant to any teenage Asian (obviuosly Chinese) guys. I am an Asian kid too. Although I still think that you guys have a pukeworthy sense of fashion, I still love you. Quoting from the Catholic Church's stance on homosexuals: We love the sinners but not their sins. I am using that as an analogy for my feelings about you guys: hate your taste, but love you anyways. And if anyone actually got offended by thinking that I am implying that you are a fag, I will offend you further by calling you daft , because I did not intend to assume the goings of anyone's private lives, and you, dear sir should stop reading my blog now before you become another internet troll.)

- My Taiping Tesco virginity was promptly deflowered. Yay, Go me. The BearBear was right, the A/C there is weak, but it is better than nothing at all, no? And they sell really good stuff there. Who am I kidding? It's Tescosaurus Hypermartis we're talking about here. It has grapefruit juice. Blessed be the establishments that sell me grapefruit juice.

-I met the Namesake and the BearBear and we went exploring The Taiping Central Square for 30 minutes, and then lounge in Starbucks for what I thought was three hours. Well, Taiping Central is a good start in the road to a chic modern Taiping. They DO have a five-screen cineplex. And a sushi bar. And inflatable castles. And a doughnut shop. And Starbucks. At least Starbucks MUST account for something.
*Applause*

-In addition to my routine daily morning jogs in the lake gardens, I also practised to improve my laughable driving skills. But at least I don't drive like I want to messily murder everyone in the back seat.

Some suns rose, and some set, and I don't know how many days it might have been. The last day.

The journey back home to The Muddy Confluence was saved when Meine Mutter took the wheel at a rest-stop in The Simpang Pulai. For once, mutiny IS a good thing. The silent murderer was sealed in the depths of the Tartarus of Meine Vater's Id.

So much for the vacation. It was enjoyable. Or at least I thought it was bloody amusing. And meeting old colleagues is always fun. But now, time to resume my swimming. <3

One success and a half-disaster, and how it all ended up in my colon.

Rei, if you are reading this, I still bloody need more training to get my cooking mojo back.

Right, down to chronicling my first two cooking exploits after many months of rust buildup.

My first attempt was to create my favorite porridge/congee/blob-of-edible-goodness. A blooming success, this one was. :D

But i don't know if I should include my recipe here. Hmmm.. Oh well... might as well write it down somewhere so that I won't forget it 20 years later.

Erm....what did I use? Let's see, let's see:

Two carrots, peeled and shredded to bits.
One fat daikon radish, peeled and sliced thinly.
Two large onions, roughly chopped
Three gralic cloves, roughly chopped
One smashed/pounded/pummeled :D garlic clove
Two cans of unflavored tuna flesh (Yes, I have the nerve to used canned fish meat)
An inch of old ginger, thinly sliced
Another fat chunk of ginger
Half of a chinese cabbage, sliced roughly.
A cup of brown rice :D
Five cups of chicken stock
Five cups of anchovy stock (USE DRIED ANCHOVIES OR READILY-MADE STOCK POWDER, fresh icky anchovies are a big no-no)
Two cups of Dihydrogen Monoxide xD
A big-ass pot with lid intact.

Seasoning (amount used according to your own preferences)
Soy sauce (don't overkill with this one)
Sesame oil
S&P
Bruised dry basil leaves
Bruised dry oregano leaves
Garlic powder (Yes, there's never too much garlic :D)
Paprika
A tablespoon, no more than that, of brown sauce (You know, Worcestershire)

Basically combine the stocks in the pot with crushed garlic clove and fat ginger stub and bring to boil.
Remove garlic and ginger. Now add onions, cabbage and radish, boil them till semi-soft.
Add chopped garlic and ginger, and shredded carrots, boil for 10 minutes or so.
Add tuna and boil for another 10 minutes or so.
Add rice and water, and boil at high heat for 30 minutes, stirring vigorously at intervals of 5 minutes.
Bring the heat to low, and boil the forming porridge for an hour. Stir every 10 minutes or so. (Why the stirring, well, you don't want the mixture to form ugly crusts at the pot base, and your meal to taste of burnt caramelized starch, no?)
Add seasoning, give it a final stir, and gratify your alimentary canal.

Yay, and now for the half disaster.

I'm not going to prescribe recipes for these dishes until I manage to perfect them.
But here's the scoop on what happened.

I intended to make a meatless (not vegetarian, mind you) dinner for I haz no meat in the freezer. =x
So, my plan was to dish up a cream of greens, stir-fried cabbage and egg with spinach stems :D

Erm, the egg and spinach stems was a near success, only that the spinach stems turned out to be horribly soggy. *Mental note: replace it with kai-lan or choi-sam stems*

The cabbage was an epic avoidable failure. You see, meine Mutter saw the cabbage in the wok, and it was drying fast, for I was making the egg dish at the same time, so she added dihydrogen monoxide to it, thought it was done, and removed it to be served.

I HAVEN'T ADDED SEASONING!!!!!!

The cabbage was a hair's breadth away from being completely tasteless. Thank you tomato puree and dried shrimps for saving it from utter unabated disaster.

The cream of broccoli and spinach leaves? (What, I can't waste the rest of the spinach, no?) It actually tasted awesome but I made a %#^@%^ blunder with the roux base. Too much flour. ><'''

The roux became doughy. Ick. The soup tasted fine with the exception of the existence of small buttery dough-like balls. And there isn't any cream either. Meine Mutter hates dairy products, and I haz to substitute a whole pint of cream with a mere two tablespoons of milk, and other forms of thickening....and I ended up choosing potage. And she still managed to detect the milky taste.

Erm...so, the soup turned out to be " Cream-but-not-so-much-of-a-cream-as-it-is-more-of-a-potage of greens with little gnocchi bits"

=.= *Raises white flag for now*

And people keep asking why this scribe needs Latin lessons.

Horn
[noun] A hard bony outgrowth, often curved and pointed, found in pairs on the heads of cattle, sheep, and other animals.


The answer is downright simple. If the Hippo does not brush up his Latin, he will be eaten whole by nasty serpents.

*Hippo's Mental(Interpret this any way you wish) Silver Screen*

Hippo meets Nessie.

Nessie takes a great liking to Hippo and has a highly questionable yet unquenchable crush on teh scribez.

Dear Nessie gets all creepy-stalkerish on Hippo. He flees so far away, even further than when one does when one encounters a Flock of Seagulls. Nessie tails and hides in the shadows. For shadows in the Hippoverse have the same consistency as Discworld sunlight, if not thicker.

Nessie discovers a cowering Hippo in a flying mechanical contraption known as the Arrow-plain. She goes inexplicably crazy and re-enacts that movie...you know, the one with Samuel L. Jackson and cweepy cwawwies.

Teh Nessie gazes be met with teh Hippoz.

Teh Nessie unhingez her jaw.

OmNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNom.

*End of Hippo's Mental Silver Screen*


I. Need. To. Learn. Proper. Latin. Before. I. Become. Imaginary-Sea-Serpent. Chow.
><'''


Back to the real world, Ahem.

I was browsing through a nice selection of mappa mundi (Whut is its plural form? Mappae?) When I came across this nice sentence. Well, most maps would place the typical Hic svnt serpentes (Here are serpents) or hic svnt leones (Here are lions) on terra incognita, a selfish act to scare rival cartographers and thus preventing them from exploring those lands for themselves. But the one on this particular map is long, and interesting.

"Hic etiam homines magna cornua habentes longitudine quatuor pedum, et sunt etiam serpentes tante magnitudinis, ut unum bovem comedant integrum".

And being the curious-yet-having-no-Latin-grammatical-skills-idiot that I am, I attempted to translate the sentence by breaking it down to little morsels.
Let's see, shall we?



First Part:
"Hic etiam homines magna cornua habentes longitudine quatuor pedum"

Erm, my literal translation:
Here verily men big horn(horny?) having length(lengthy??) four foot(legs?)

After putting it into a coherent clause:
Verily, in here are greatly horny men who have four long legs.
(Oh my, this sign was placed near Asia, and looking at the two most populous nations in the world, ahem. I digress.)



Second Part:
"et sunt etiam serpentes tante magnitudinis"

My literal translation:
And (to be)(is?)(are?) verily serpents of size very great

After putting it into a coherent clause:
And there are serpents of really great size. (Mommie, I'm mortally afraid!)



Third part:
"ut unum bovem comedant integrum"

My literal translation:
That(So that?)(Insomuch?) one cow consume(ate?)(eaten?) fully(totally?)(wholly?)

After putting it into a coherent clause:
Insomuch as that one whole cow is eaten. (EEEEEEP....the bane of the Brotherhood of The Divine Bovine. Oh Holy Moo, our end is near!)



And putting those phrases back together again:

"Truly in this place, there exist terrible perverts with four long feet (Four long feet? Might be a Latin euphemism for words of erotic nature), and there are also grossly obese snakes, so fat that they can eat a whole cow (Could they be pythons?)."


Well, now to tinker with Google.....
This is the actual translation, found (why am I even surprised) in the Wiki.

"Here, indeed, are men who have large horns of the length of four feet, and there are even serpents so large, that they could eat an ox whole."

Well, not too far off, but I should have noticed the difference between 'habentes' and 'habeo', for if I had avoided such mistakes, I would not have carelessly wronged the poor minotaur community by calling them pervs.

Oh well, me and my poor grasp of a convoluted language.

Oh wait, even with perfect Latin, I still cannot protect myself from the mighty serpents. Eeeep. ><'''

Am still Nessie-Nom.

HIC SVNT SERPENTES! *flees to safety*

The Hundredth!

"Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers." ~Stephen Fry.


ZOMG I AM BACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Does the Hippo-prance (And create a 4.5 Richter earthquake in the process) *

Happy 100th post! *Champagne poopers, confetti, fanfare and all*
Did I just say 'poopers'?
XD
DKDC! IT's the 100th scribble! whee!

I'd never thought that I or my blog would survive to witness this.

Me shoooo shoowwyy for my poor blog who must endure wanton neglect and unread comments for the past 5 months. *Hugs bloggie* Awwww, you poor abandoned child, you~~~~ *Hippo-cuddle*

So, a few updates from the scirbe itself!

--> The hippo grew rounder and rounder and started to have its own gravity feild. That's right. I have my own solar system. Beat that, you big ball of burning hydrogen whom people once used to worship!

--> The exams and mental torture be OVER! YAY! Although I'm not exactly confident that my results will turn out decently. *meep* But c'est la vie. If I have to retake a course then so be it. If there's one thing that the Hippo hath learned from strangers of quaint non-asian lands , it matters not if you shippai suru and stumble on your way. It is only when you give up completely that you are considered to be an epic phaillure. (Note, can anyone confirm with me if the Japanese word "shippai" and the Cantonese word "sat'pai" mean the same thing, coz they do have similar connotations).

--> The hippo misses swimming A LOT even though it can't really swim properly. :D

--> THE HIPPO WANTZ BITTER GOURD OMELETTE AND IT WANTZ IT NOW!!!!!

--> Spring is overrated. I know, flowers bloom and look pweetty. And it brings about the symbolism of rebirth and a new beginning yadda yadda. But....well.....at least I enjoy looking at budding plants. Trees here doth look like they're on Rogaine. :D
I WANTZ TO SEE SAKURAHANA!

--> The hippo haz cewl gadgets. :D
O.k. just a few, but I gotz the eye-pods and the miniature-playing-centre. In hindsight, it may be an foolish decision to buy the PSP because I hardly touch it. Ugh, all it does is elevate my social status by naught point naught naught naught naught one percent. Seriously...it sleeps under a blanket of dust. ><''' Should have known that uni life and PSPs don't really go well together!

--> The hippo is frightened by extremely posh areas
The bnn3h haz confirmed that.

--> The hippo cannot find the 10th anniversary Les Mis concert CD right after his freedom from assignments and exams because a certain someone sang a song from it and became a worldwide sensation. I mean, don't tell me that the good Ms. Boyle didn't start a Les Mis rave. All Obama needs to do is read a nice book for its sales to burst through the thermometers. (Oh Oprah, thou hast new competition in book endorsements.)...but I degress. And Mr. Pugh's Valjean-immitation isn't helping either. (I don't care, Colm Wilkinson is still the best, hands down!). I wanted to use Amazon, but I will not be hanging around long enough to accomodate long-distance shipping deliveries. =(

And that's it for housekeeping.

I'll be back in the Muddy Confluence very very soon.

Can't wait to hug Pilolo and Piloli again. YAY! XD

I know this seems awkwardly late, but a very happy new year, ethnic or religious based festivities, best-wishes-for-whatever-it-is, exams, birthdays, deathdays (O_O), job offers, sex changes, new additions to the family, come-of-age days, retrenchment due to economic slump days, losing virginity days, fundays, rainy days, and Mondays and all other stuff that I had neglected to wish anyone throughout my hiatus. I AM NOT DEAD!!! At least not yet, you will know if I'm dead because the world will suddenly be so much lighter. :D (My soul is also morbidly obese, mea culpa).

E-es-ca-a-flo-ow-ne-e

I'm watching V.o.E. right now. Good anime, i must say...but i don't have the whole series with me. =(

Am also getting Eureka 7 (Tib got me re-addicted to Tip Taps Tip. Nth else to say)
I should try ElfenLied while i'm at it as well.
LoL

How much cooler can a song be, man?
An anime song which repeats it's own title over and over again.
Senseless repetition can sometimes be a good thing.

Take your canvas bags........by Tim Minchin

Environmentalist
[noun] 1 A person who is concerned with the protection of the environment. 2 A person who considers that environment has the primary influence on the development of a person or group.

To Namesake: This is the song I once mentioned about.

Lyrics:
Take your canvas bags
When you go
To the supermarket
Why use plastic bags when you know
You know the world can’t take it

Take your canvas bags
When you go
To the supermarket market market
Don’t you use those plastic ones
No, no, no
Don’t you know that you’ll feel better for it

Chorus:
Take your canvas bags
Take your canvas bags
Take your canvas bags
To the supermarket

Just think about the world
And how the world would be fantastic
If we got rid of all the plastic
We just need to get enthusiastic
Start a competition gymnastic
Or a bag making comp at your school
Fuck it, make it interscholastic
Canvas is for everyone
Whether you be rebellious and iconoclastic
Or conservative or ecclesiastic
I don’t care if you’re loud and bombastic
Or quiet or virtually monastic
Sober or on the floor spastic
Yoga master or completely inelastic
I’m not trying to be ironic or sarcastic
Just do something drastic
To rid the world of plastic