SP's Finest Hour

Screenshots from Scott Pilgrim Vol. 6!

Scott and Knives' awkward make-out

"I was such a paragon..."

Neil was credited as Young Neil for the past 5 volumes. But now...

Ramona gets stabbed! =O

Happy ending? Nah. I see it as a closure...

In the end, Scott finally grows up! But when will I grow up?!

P.S. Ramona reminds me of Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind...

Memento Mori

I'm this mess of emotions in an elliptical pattern, a perfect circle, a vicious cycle, if you will.

I am at peace with myself.

The world can throw a thousand punches and kicks at me and I won't not feel a single pain. Blood will flow, bruises can form but I don't mind. Heck, even Death is the least of my concerns.

I don't think I have much impact on society as well. I'll only be remembered the dude who did crazy stunts and accidently slashed his own palm. Andrew will probably remember me more than that. And I don't know about my juniors.

Don't you feel useless if you haven't had any impact on anybody? Our lives are hanging precariously on a thread that's about to snap any moment. The least we can do is contribute back before we ultimately perish in an accident or pass away peacefully.

Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to jam on the piano in school...

Pre-matured 'Enlightenment'

I typed this on Facebook and didn't dare to post it.

"Does having a Facebook account complete your life? Showing personal pictures of yourself to strangers who probably don't even know your friends. Does it give you the satisfaction? Or is it because you have a really mundane and bored life that Facebook is the fridge you open everyday whenever you're in the kitchen? Checking updates and claiming it to be a social connection but in actual fact, you don't even really give a shit about your old friends because you're far too lazy to ask. Whatever became of telephones? Meet-ups? Or a meal with your friends?

Admit it, the only reason you're on Facebook right now is because you feel like wasting your life away on applications that suck your dicks for a minute and having an orgasm of knowing your friends' emotional roller-coasters rides.

Facebook is a disease-spreading whore, no question asked.

And you are all addicted to it."

Oh my God, I can't believe I just typed all that.

Die, Peach, Die!

Long Time No See, Random Day

Interview with Rowena today with Rachel, Fin and N. Was kinda short and brief...30 minutes worth of talking. Don't know if we have enough material to work for the report and the presentation. Oh well, when the time comes, we'll just e-mail her another set of questions. Hopefully, we don't have to do that at all.

Hung around with Fin and Rachel at Cathay's Grammophone after the interview. Tried to look for Phoenix's previous albums...Apparently, they don't have it...Only "Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix" and I have that album already. Decided to try my luck at HMV in City Hall after I'm done with Fin and Rachel.

Fin then went off to City Hall while Rachel and me stood outside of Cathay like two waiting ducks seeing the world pass us by. Was thinking that I hang around with Rachel more before she goes and meets her friends at some other nearby place because, surprise surprise~, I have time to spare.

While en route to City Hall, we stopped at Kopitiam as she said she was feeling very hungry and had only Honey Stars in the morning before she came to meet us for the project. So I sat there, fiddling around my laptop while she ate her soup noodles with strips of chicken breast meat. Then, we just sat there and watched her play some game on Facebook.

Arrived at HMV...We spent a lot of time there...Well mainly I was the one spending a lot of time there because I was choosing what DVD to purchase. Got Stanley Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket and David Fincher's Se7en...Awesome movies...

Then I realised how the movies that I buy are always sad and depressing. The only happy ones I own are mainly animation and a few screwball comedies...Damn, no wonder I'm so depressed all the time.

The only times I remembered being happy in my room is sing along to songs that I really love...Wait, that include bands like Radiohead and Muse...

Shite.

I Died Inside

Falling into a pit, choked, wrung all over like a squeezed towel...Just some of the expressions that I felt like I've been put through when I saw Melissa's suitor smelt her snow-white jacket right after she made a comment about the odour of it.

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?