Wedding Royale -- A fairytale?

Yup. Today marks the second day of what is rumored to be the wedding of a century. I know I've been real lazy recently, putting off updating this blog and all my other writing assignments, but it's hard to plant myself in front of the computer these days. I wonder if it is the fanfic, or the subconscious me that fears writing (coz of the long long writing hours when I can't seem to stop).

Anyway, yesterday, 29th of April, marks the Wedding Royale, the royal wedding of the phenomenal Prince William Arthur Philip Louis of England, and his bride to be, Catherine Elizabeth Middleton. It's nice to see that a mere commoner like Kate getting married to a Prince for real. It's like a fairytale come true, and that gives us dreamers a break in the unyielding reality and believe in the existence of fairytales.

It's not just the fairy tale likeness in this wedding that's attracted so much attention, including the envy people *hint me hint* get in their hearts at moments through the wedding. It's just so surreal, and after the Diana-Charles fairy tale fallout last decade, people just want to hope that fairy tales really do exist, and they really do last "happily ever after". Added to the fact that this is Princess Diana's eldest son's marriage, well... you know what they say.

I remember watching this movie, 27 dresses, where the heroine says, "The best thing I love about all the weddings I've been to is that moment when the man turns and catch the first glimpse of the bride, and then smiles like he's the luckiest man in the world." I've never really been to weddings like that before, but this time, having seen it live, it's so wonderful I have to remind myself that this is not an act. It's not a movie. It is real.

I love the tiny parts throughout the wedding that really do make these royalty seemed more like people like us. I mean, yeah, of course I know they're just people like us, but there's always a part of you that keeps them on a certain pedestal, that makes them seem so unattainable, so unreachable, like another world. But seeing those little details, like Prince Harry's reassuring whisper right when Kate came in ("Right. Here she is.") and William's resulting smile, I don't know, it's just what people like us would do, I think. And when Kate reached William's side, and William said, "You look lovely," and both smiled... The attempt at breaking the tension by William, "this was supposed to be just a small family affair,".... And the nervous voices when vows were spoken, the shaking hands when the ring was slid on, the small stolen glances and reassuring words between the newly weds....

I guess it makes everything more... us. There's no more them and us, there's just a happy couple standing right there, getting wed.

Albeit, an uncommon royal/commoner couple, that is.

I couldn't remember what Prince Charles and Princess Diana's wedding was like; I wasn't even born. But i have an inkling of what the crowds might have been then. The crowds yesterday might have been more than just a glimpse of the past, it might have been just the same; double, even.

People might ask, what are these people getting all crazed like, over these two strangers they aren't even acquainted with. But, hey, it isn't just the 'strangers' people all over the world are getting all obsessed over, but it's the idea, the small break in reality. Like I previously mentioned, this is the small occasions in life that makes life almost...tolerable. The suggestion that Fairy Tales might have made an appearance in real life. "You can say I'm a dreamer," but hey, who isn't? The moment when the prince and his bride turned and looked at each other, we're transported back into Disney's various animated works : Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty.... I guess that is the reason why people flock over to witness the wedding.

Of course, Prince William being the handsome git that he is, might contribute to that.

And then we proceed to the most waited-for part. The kiss.

Yeah, I've heard various comments like, It was so brief, That was so fast!, it doesn't even look good....

Well, to me, it's good enough. Hey, we've got to keep in mind, these are real people we're talking about. Not actors and actresses acting out a scene in a movie that many of us are used to. And they did it twice! In public! That's good enough for me. It's supposed to be private, these things, and yet, they are doing it for the sake of the entertainment for people all over the globe.

And what caught my attention the most?

The blush that covered both the newly weds cheeks. After the second significantly longer kiss (the first was merely a peck), both the newly weds' faces went from pink to scarlet, even with the bride's make up on. Prince William's face was significantly red. XD I love the moment before they kissed, actually. William was turning to Kate and smiling somewhat bashfully, and then asking, "Are you ready? You ready? Shall we kiss?" and after the first kiss, he turned and asked again, "One more kiss?"

AWWWWWW!!!

It was all very far-away, unattainable, really. But this girl had done it, and it gives us hope; all of us. Hope's very much like despair, it's very contagious.

Well, another element is the dress. Ooh, ouch. What a dress! Designed by Alexander (Alexandra?) McQueen, and inserted with a few ideas from Kate herself, it was really what I dream of. Simple, Elegant, not too Over the top, it brought out the figure of Kate wonderfully, and gave her an air of elegance which i'm so very envious of. I don't really think I can pull off elegant, and I so adore it. *sigh* I wonder if this dress could be lent to me for just a while....

All in all, a wedding worth the attention it got. I wonder how it is like for Kate, and William as well. I mean, when Kate came out to the balcony, she was like "oh wow!"... It must be a great deal of change for her. I mean, I guess it's not what we always think it is. There must be lots of cameras following your every sneeze and step, and also a huge lump of guards trailing you... A sudden change in her life, instead of an easing change, or like William, born into it... It must be awesome and frustrating at the same time.

A normal small-family-affair wedding is scary enough. A huge global wedding-of-the-century wedding should be enough to scare away a herd of gladiators. Huh, well, I guess love grants courage, for a look in the eyes of your lover drags you through the scrutiny of over 20 billion people and the huge butterflies in the tummy. Kate, you ought to be a Gryffindor. :)

And with that, I witnessed history being made, and a real life Fairy Tale.

Mémoire du passé = 2010 (Part 1)

Yup. Memoire du passe. Memory of the past. with a few more days, the very much eventful year 2010 will be yet another chapter in the book of the past, and a new page will fill itself, as is the norm of life. very much, and yet, painfully less can be said about this year, as points of view changes with time and sometimes it is fated that we view more and maybe less of what we may have needed to view at times.


I'd have to start with the things that mattered the most. fine, you guessed it. SPM (shudders). to people, it may serve as the only purpose throughout this whole year (shudders again). i don't know why, but it seems that this seemingly innocent event can be the cause of so many tragedies in our lives. SPM is the nightmare of all nightmares, the war of all wars, the wound of all wounds, the... well, you get the picture. But out of this--event, not only were many secrets revealed, but friendships re-speculated, intentions re-pondered. under extraordinary duress, many people resort to primitive ways of de-stressing, thus leading to uncomely conduct of behaviour. and due to this, foul epidemic that spreads like wildflowers, many friendships were destroyed, trusts broken, promises ruined. memories that were yet to be created just vanished, as if they'd never meant to be created at all. thus is the ways of humanity, the ugliness of humanity that descends upon us humans under stress, an appalling image that haunts us not only in nightmares, but in the living as well.


OMG. I'd just read back on what i wrote and i sound...i can't really find the word. *shakes head to dispel whatever stray thoughts.* i think I've been reading too many fanfic...*shakes head again*


back to the topic. so I'm just saying that I've witnessed and experienced this unsightly epidemic at the climax of its ramifications, first hand. i myself had been both the victim, and also--sad to admit--the culprit. it's hard to control yourself, harder even to know that you've lost control. you might lash out at a person and then regret it later, although there's no way you could take back those despicable words later. and that regret... i wouldn't wish it upon anyone, not even Voldemort. And i realised, SPM was only the beginning of the beginning. SPM is just the first stop of whatever that causes such appalling display of humanity, or, the worst of it. we lash out, then we lash out, and then we lash out. is this life then? Lashing out and then regretting it? can't really imagine.


but through all of this, there's still hope for us, as it might appear. there are people who understands, who tolerates, and who forgives. these are the ones who truly, is a friend. they listen to your troubles, understand you without words, and where words and advices fail, they offer compassion, companionship to what we are going through. and in my case, I'm incredibly lucky to find, not only one, but a handful of these kinda friends. true, they might not be there ALL the time, but still, they are there. these are the people who created laughter and joy throughout this year, with me, at me, by me. and because of them, we never had a stifling (well, never is a strong word, but you get the idea) moment, and we made it through this year with lots and lots more memories to share and to cherish. (with teachers (pn wee!!) too... as weird as that may sound)


and the greatest victory for me this year? my greatest enemy since Primary 1 (greatest is a strong word, but yeah...yada yada...you get the idea) turned out to be one of my bestest friend ever. we communicate without words (and with too many words that sometimes irritate our classmates) and could understand each other perfectly well, as our thoughts are eeriely, tuned together (we think of the same things and the same times, always. JINX!) . as she always said : soulmates, eh? So, right here right now, i grant myself, and her, a little leeway, and give us a chance in her strange way of choosing a soulmate (same sex? not strange? well. *shrugs*) so soulmates, till....(dare i say it?) ... forever.


so with this, i end the summary of this year, in this incredibly, infinitely deserted 'diary' of mine. a memory, kept, till the end of time.

I do

Whew. One more paper left. And i'm left to boredom and bliss. anyhow, i had the first taste of utter bliss yesterday, and i really hope that's how our friendship's gonna last for the rest of my life.




Chinese literature had me sleeping at twelve thirty and out of bed by five, furiously, desperately cramming seemingly endless information into a very reluctant brain. then a drizzle, a bout of rain, and then, naturally, a storm. as if i wasn't shivering enough from the absolute fright and panic. then, after two and a half hours of constant shivering(cold and fright), endless door banging(furious winds), mild cursing(if you call that mild, that is) and a severe bout of hand-wrist malfunction, i was finally walking out of the halls, pencils and pens in hand, finally free of the clutches of my deepest fear--the Chinese literature exam.


as i walk out of the halls, i suddenly had an insight of how the leading role in the romance films always felt-- the strolling-down-the-streets-while-the-wind-blows-your-hair-back-with-the-accompaniment-of-a-string-quintet-playing-out-a-wonderful-tune. well, the blowing hair part was literal, anyway, cause the wind was really driving my hair into clumps of unidentified mess.


then, as i made my way to the front door, a catcall from my side, and there they were, standing there as if they just belonged at my side, waiting for a day of laughter and joy at my place. a ride home, and we were slumped on the couch, lazily watching our eyes off with incredibly romantic films like The Proposal, Letters to Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, Confessions of a Shopaholic, and then The Last Airbender, and The Sorcerer's Apprentice, all the while exchanging sarcastic, interesting comments about the awkwardness, cheesiness, romance of the movies, and the hot guys, cute guys and incredible guys, being chewed out with questions about how the movies gonna end(i'm the one being chewed out, sadly.) and suddenly running out of the house to take a look at those cute little dogs that lived nearby.


then we had funny, "inspiring" conversations about almost everything while having pizza, while one of us uncannily revealed the past(or the present) about her love story while we twisted it around to make another story worth of a movie. we gorged ourselves on potato crisps, an assortment of "junk" food, and 'ooh's and 'aah's as results of the incredible movies. it wasn't until almost half and hour to twelve that we finally reluctantly decided that we couldn't delay the inevitable goodbyes. and so good byes ensued and the night witness the passing of another day.


later that night, in bed, i couldn't help but reflect back on the day, a small smile on my face, and i wondered. Would this last forever? I know, forever is an awfully long long time, but still. would we still be like this, laughing away even after school? would we still stay in touch after going in separate directions, chasing different dreams and working our asses off in various parts of the world? Would we still stay in touch, by post or by mail, by long distance phone calls, or impromptu coffee dates? Would we still laugh together without any care in the world like we did today, gossip viciously as we did today, snuggle down in the sofa and just savouring the presence of each other, just like we did today? would we be like Samantha and the girls in Sex and the City, to just share the joys and fears of growing up, of growing old, of responsibilities, of the engagement rings, the weddings, the kids and all of that, to just be there for each other, no matter what?Would we, after sixty years, sit our seventy-seven-year-old bodies at the front porch and reflect back on the day we first met, almost seventy years ago?


So many questions, and no answers. So simple dreams yet so many possibilities. I hate mysteries, but that's what life is, a big complicated mesh of mysteries. I hate being kept in the dark, but that's what the future is, dark and folded. i ask these questions, and wish--for i can only wish--that these answers are what i will enjoy. I ask these questions, and hope--for there's only hope--that someday, in my twilight years, i will look back and never regret my life. Cause i truly, deeply, madly, fervently wish, hope and want this special bond of ours to last till forever.


So here, i pose this question--do you, my friends, take this emotionally-unstable, sometimes weird, mostly big headed girl as a friend, and be hers, in health and sickness alike, till death do us part?


my answer to you?


I do.

Variety Reviews - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 - Film Reviews - New U.S. Release - Review by Justin Chang

Variety Reviews - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 - Film Reviews - New U.S. Release - Review by Justin Chang

Pride and Prejudice

Pride, a high sense of one's personal status, leading to judgements of personality or character.


Prejudice, an assumption made without knowing or understanding a person just by looking at their looks, their words, or their clothing.


These two things, combined or not, are dangerous things. It can ruin a person's life at the wrong time at the wrong place. Especially prejudice. When you don't know a person, but deem yourself a fair judge of character, disaster strikes. it is not always the cover that represents the book. yes, somtimes, you read further, maybe even the first chapter, but will it be enough to understand how well the author knows his/her stuff, or how well the person can deliver their ideas, or even how beautiful his/her language is?


the same goes for us pitiful humans. these feelings, judgements, if you would, can cause a person's reputation to nosedive in a spiral, and along with it, ruin his life. many people pride themselves over their so-called ability to judge a person by just looking at a few aspects, maybe their clothing, their words, their actions. but a person is flawed, and that is what makes us human. we make mistakes, we make the wrong decisions. sometimes, we do the wrong things at the wrong time with the wrong actions and words and somehow, we don't realise we're wrong.


or maybe we're just not wrong.


sometimes, it's all a matter of perspective. sometimes you look at it from the right side, sometimes the left. but how in Merlin's name can you be so sure that the other person is looking from the same side as you? how can you be so sure? it is simply not our place to judge a persom by these things. we may mean something, but words are flexible. you can twist it all around and voila, it means something completely different! prejudice simply means that. you look at the person at the wrong place at the wrong time, saying things you have a completely different perspective on, you make a conclusion.


now how does that sound?


this world was never fair---a two-year-old can tell you that. it's not fair that we have to judge people in an instinct for self-preservation. it's not fair that we don't have the opportunity to know everyone on earth so that we can truly know that person's character. But it's the worst when you CHOOSE to judge people for no reason at all apart from the pleasure, or if you would, the sense of superiority. Humans are like that. they all have a green-eyed monster on their backs. they would rather be better than one person rather than be below them. they'd jump at the chance of wiping soot on one's reputation if it means that'll make themselves better. that's human nature. and it's not fair either, when that person, innocent or not, falls prey to these sick twisted games they play.


so stop judging me. i don't care if you're just 17, or 27, i am a person. i am flawed. i am still learning. i can't be perfect. this is me, and this is who i am. i will not say i'm never wrong, sometimes i am. but i would appreciate it of you would just try to look at it in my shoes.


i am not superman, and even if i try my best, i won't be one. i am not the perfect student, and i will never will be. i have flaws~~ i can't study everyday, and i simply cannot sit still and study. and i am not god, nor will i claim to be. i sometimes do wrong things, as humans often do, and sometimes i hurt people without realising.


i'm tired. i'm tired of having to be so cautious, of having to live up to others' expectations. sometimes, i just want to throw it all behind and just be myself. no worries, no watch-before-you-jumps, no chains of obligations, no more constant vigilance. But these are the very things i cannot free myself of, nor can anyone on earth. these are the things that, sadly, makes us more human than ever. we don't have a choice, if we don't want a sad pathetic ending. i know all these. i know life is hard, and there's many things we don't like that we have to face. So, i will endeavour to survive, i would try. but seriously, i can do without these sick assumptions people make.


and right here right now, i'm taking a stand. i'm taking a stand against those who wishes me dead. i'm taking a stand against those who try to ruin me. i have done no wrongs, nor have i conmmited any crimes. I will take my stand, tall and unwavering. I will not apologize, nor would i stand idly aside and watch as i burn under your relentless assumptions. I will not seek revenge either, not in the way you have destroyed me. i will take my stand and wait, waiting for the horrible end you deserve which will be handed out by the justice i know. I will take my stand, in death or sickness alike, and i will take it strong and tall.


you will not have the satisfaction of seeing fear in my eyes, nor would anger appear, for there's only pity i feel for your pathetic soul.


assumptions is a rather gentle word, don't you think so? too soft, too gentle compared to the disaster they wrought. well, i cannot think of a better way to conclude, so i'll just sign off with a simple but true : c'est la vie.

trials

SPM trials are gonna start right after the september hols...what am i gonna do?????

FIFA world cup

i can hardly believe it...i'm suddenly in the football fever...i know, it's weird, but whatever.

my internet wil be cut off for a few weeks, i know, disappointing. but, when i'm finally back online, i will gladly post all the photos of all the hunks in the game.

and of SPAIN!!!! th 2010 FIFA WC winner!!!! i'm so proud of them!!! i love the team, or should i say, the guys in the team? i have to admit, i love Iker Casillas!!!! he is the ultimate goalkeeper of spain who saved soooo many goals, winning himself the golden glove award!!!! and he's the captain too!!!!

it's such a joy seeing them holdin the cup after almost 60 years later. but it also reminds me, SPM is drawing near and i'lll have to wait for another freakig FOUR years before i can see em again in action!!! shame...

till next time! i promise i'll write more!!!

Eclipse--screw or score?

eclipse--the time where the sun or the moon is covered from view. normally viewed as a sign of misfortune, or a time of incredible catastrophe, it is considered one of the rarest yet, most wanted to be seen phenomenon on earth.

as is the thrid book--eclipse, of the twilight saga.

the eclipse book is considered by many, the best book in the whole saga, some even think it's better than breaking dawn and twilight. it is, as proven, the book that shields the others from view. the one that eclipses the rest. for me, well, let's say, i'm more into breaking dawn, even the husband and wife thingy freaks me out a lil... eclipse has it all--romance, suspense, action, thrills, just name it. so, i sincerely hope the crew won't screw it all up. here's the trailer ( official) and tell me wat you guys think! screw? or score?


isabella swan, i promise i'll love you , forever

17, Again

6th of june, and there fore, 17, again. i know. i've never been seventeen before, but then again, maybe i have.

fuh.. it's been a hard year, what with SPM looming and all the temptations. i have to admit it's been more than once that the thought of just giving it all up crossed my mind. i mean, there are those times when all you can see are the hard oppressing things that push down on you, pushing and pushing you until you have no choice but to jump off the cliff. i admit, there are many times that i've hoped, as bad as i am, that something will happen and stop all this mess.

but, as we--me, family, friends--look back at all those things we once did together, maybe it wasn't that bad. take for example, yesterday's farewell. it was amazing. i couldn't thank the guys who organised it enough. it may seem simple or whatever, but we had great fun, no, immense fun. they took such effort to convince me to go, and to think that i'd almost missed out on this memory...

it will be a memory that'll i'll cherish. it'll be something that will pull my attention away from all those things that seem to make life so hard. it'll be one of those things you can look back to, and think, life's so beautiful. it'll be one of those things that'll live on forever, ever and ever.

i may seem to be exaggerating, but doesn't everything else in life? that's what makes it... life.

my sunway trip will follow below:
i reached school at about 6.30, one of the earliest there. it had been raining the day before, and i have to admit--i din really looked forward to it. i mean, it's a trip, and i'd been on thousands of trips. how would it be different from all of the others?

how wrong was i.

we reached sunway at around 9, 10 o'clock. after buying tickets and slabbing a ton of sunblock, we went in and divided into our personal little groups, me, wen yun, wei xin and her sister, and yee ming. we went for the amusement rides first, bumping into all the little ones--meaning the form threes and a couple o form ones. it was quite a warm up. i would go to the details, but as usual, too lazy to write. type.

anyway, after going on all the rides, including the pirate ship that went 360 degrees and leave us there, blood rushing to our heads withe the form threes, the roller coaster that dein really have all the stunts like the others but made our heart lurch all the same, and a ton more, we went on the longest suspension bridge in idk where to reach the water park.

they weren't bluffing when they say longest.

anyway, at the water park, we went first, totally dry, to the rides section, the ones with the long long slides, which, btw, made our butt wet. it wasn't terribly exciting, but it made me wet. then being total freaks, we went to the pool and right there, i taught my friends to swim. yes. to swim. went to sunway to learn to swim. ironic, isn't it? but it was fun, and satisfying. you know, there's this kind of weird feeling that you get when you've just made a total hydrophobic girl to learn to swim? even tho it's not really, real swimming? and there wasn't one. there was three.

anyway, after that, we went back to the amusement thingy for the water rides. now, that's what i call thrill rides. there was these big big slides where we came down in a big float and then there was these thing we got on that took us in a sort of river, not river. rapids. we met up with danielle, ruining and cheng siew then and together we went for a few rides, including niagara falls where you fall from a great heght in a ride, straigh into water like you see on tv. there weren't kiddng when they say you will get wet. we went from almost dry to dripping wet. daniell din follow, as she was, you know, that time of the month. but we went from several dry rides as well together, you know, like the buffalo coaster, the really dizzying shoes ride... and so much more...

then we visited the wildlife park after showering, and went for dinner. there were some pretty cool animals ike the wallaby and the cassowori... is that how it's spelt?? i dk...

we went for dinner then, having our fun smashing crabs and dumping things into the steamboat and stuffing ourselves full with all those foods. can't say i'm not satiated. course, that's when the real fun started. to you guys who are reading this, it may not sound like it, but you werent there. we took pictures, takin up weird poses and took pictures of our leaving friend--christine who's going back to brunei. all of those who's on duty on friday, took a sort-of family pic. then we started to do all sorts of crazy things like singing and doing funny faces.

going on the bus, we were even crazier. they wathced IP man 2, but being the movie freak, i wanted to get the real experience, so i skip it and join the gang in playing all sorts of game. we played rock, paper scissors which included slapping each others hands, sang funny songs using chipmunky voices, took photos of different ( and really weird--as in psycho) pics which includes using our ffeet, our hands, fingers and all those stuff. one turned out to be real weird, coz it looked like a part of the male's anatomy. it was real, sincere fun. i know understnad what a friends gathering is really like, and suddenly, i dun feel so left out. we were all the same, enjoying the same things, and feeling the same joy.

i reached home at bout ten, after having the whole bus singing a birthday song for me (which i can't believer they remembered!).. make that three birthday song. one malaysia. i was like, ohmigod. they're saying my name. almost drawn to tears right there and then. it was amazing.

and even tho my legs hurt like hell for walking from 9/10 o'clock to almost 5.30p.m, i feel contented. i feel that, another chapter had been written and sadly, ended in my life, but i could always turn back and look. and yes, i am in total bliss, for again, another year had passed, and i'm now, officially 17, with loads of memories to share, and loads of memories yet to be created.

gimme a P, gimme a J, gimme a Hey, that's Great!

i just finished watching Percy jackson, and guess what? i think it's the best movie ever converted from a book.

i absolutely love the book. but the movie? whew, it's a whole new level of love! i mean, there's a lotta editing in the whole movie and everything isn't what it's supposed to be as it is in the book. but, i love the director, his ideas of changing the way the book portrays everyting. well, there's also the fact that the leading actor was cute. not to mention kinda sweet.

anyway, i dun wanna spoil the whole movie by giving you guys too much (which is actually an excuse for my laziness-- pretty obvious) , so i'm just gonna say what i loked most in the movie.

1. i simply love poseidon and the gods. poseidon looks so handsome. in the book he's like a tourist in hawaii, but in the movie... now, that's another brilliant story.

2. i didn't really liked the starting scene, but guess it gives the viewers a lil suspense.

3. I LOVE LOGAN LERMAN. which is actually, understatement of the year. just because he looks so cute. (i know. accept me as i am.)

4. i love Hermes' shoes.

5. i love the way the director gave percy powers. it made him look so ... heroic. he can just put his hand out, concentrate and have total control over waters. and make em into waves and stuff. i'm a sucker for heroes. i have a soft spot in my heart for em. but then again, who doesn't?

6. i didn't really liked the conversation btwn percy and his dad. i mean, it wasn't touching enough, but hey, the book didn't really go for the tears, you know? it was okay, but i'd hoped better.

7. there's actually no seven for percy. i just suddenly thought of LEGION, and absolutely love the angel Michael. he's like strong, and he knows what he wants and he isn't afraid to do anything--which includes defying god. there's this thing he said about god that i like--if you were His father, would you give him what he asked for, or what he needed. AAHHH!!! and when he dies and then reappear as an angel, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! and the way he's portrayed with his silhouette against the sunlight!!!!!! i know. he's an angel and stuff, but, hey, a girl can dream.