Stupid things that happen. Maybe.

The air smells a bit sweeter today. On days like this, I get the feeling that nothing can go wrong. That nothing I do could possible get me into trouble, and I could just laugh it off. That I don’t need to answer to anyone but myself, and I don’t really care about it anyway. “Too much of a good thing” is nothing more than an oxymoron.

 

So this is what freedom feels like. It’ll take me a while to get used to it, but damn, I’ll only enjoy it more.

 

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Movie review : Punisher : War Zone : Not very good : Any more and I’ll have colon cancer : period

 

For those who haven’t read the Punisher comics, they’re a lot better than this movie. Not that this movie is terrible : It just lets down a renowned franchise. I would put it in the same league as 300, Rambo and Shoot’em up ; i.e an awful lot of brainless violence. For a movie, it’s surprisingly violent. Though I’m sure people who don’t read the comics will have a hard time believing that you could use a gun to shoot a man’s face off. Also, there were too many parts that were unintentionally funny. Beyond that, the acting is sub-par, but the effects make up for it. Okay, it’s hard to write a good movie review because you have to take care not to spoil the movie.

 

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DA-DADADA-DADA! DADADADA-DADA!*

 

*Most people have something they do to keep themselves awake at night. Some people take chocolate. Others take coffee, or sweets. Some even resort to listening to Michael Jackson, Mika or the Spice Girls. I sing the Ghostbusters theme to myself. Not the words, just the tune.

 

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I think it’s just the pessimist in me thinking, but this is probably the last time in my life where I get an extended period of doing absolutely nothing. The loafer in me mourns and screams for reprieve. Very soon, I’ll have to go to school and cope with stupid things like deadlines, politics and lecturers with accents thicker than a fog in the bermuda triangle, then go out and work and cope with stupid things like deadlines, politics and bosses with accents thicker than a fog in the bermuda triangle. 

 

Though I must admit that Singapore’s political scene is a National Geographic documentary compared to what America is going through right now. When your president is a media darling, you know he’s something special. You can’t even find a political comic badmouthing him – Most of them has him torturing John McCain in some manner. Though I find dancing to Beyonce’s singing a little weird; Every time someone mentions Beyonce one of two phrases pop into my mind – one regarding her fantasizing about switching her gender and the other one calling for all the single ladies, the latter often accompanied by a very garish music video. In Singapore, all we have is old men being paid too much to sit there and blow hot air.

 

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DA-DADADA-DADA! DADADADA-DADA!*

 

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Obviously, I need to start finding some new hobbies. Throwing words at white screen of doom can’t be a healthy pastime.