Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1

Honestly, I don't know which is more haunting: the one year wait before the release of part II or to finally dawn upon the fact that the epic classic is looming to its finality.

Yes, it's either PMS, bipolar disorder or Harry Potter withdrawal syndrome.

I believe it's the latter.

Not gonna elaborate on the movie. You're probably gonna say that I'm biased...OH shut it, I probably am so what? Go watch it then tell me what you think.

Say...I reckon everyone should give Signature's Gold Class a try.

Just to feel pampered and...

Fucking.

Comfortable.

Can.

Just.

Sleepandriskthatbundleofmoneythatyouvepaid.

Call me a barbarian I was pretty thrilled by the reclining seats and how I was kept fuzzily warm just so I can enjoy every.single.detail...including how facial hair does complement DanRad and how his abs were kinda gross. Oh and that Rupert Grint looks hotter, wet...in the hair...on the head. Pfft. Dirty you.

So much that I totally ignored the possibility that the comforter...could be terribly contaminated.

Or might not. *fingers crossed*

So yeah, I'm giving an A+.

I probably also said the same for all the other movies but I'm gonna restate.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows trumps the first six.

Now would you excuse me, I'm going to pick up the book as said, and continue where the movie left off.

Hang on, one more thing...

*sniff*

It's really pretty darn good.

*I told the parents that the ticket costs RM50 so keep it low ya'll. And to che, SHUSH*

Kthanx.

P.S - Ophidiophobics, be prepared for some awfully realistic CG of Nagini.

Eww.

And so...it's 30 days

The surgery went well.

*falls flat on fours and kisses all gods*

Not kidding.

The weekend was awful. Right up to 2.15pm on Saturday, we were all feeling miserable.

Very. very miserable.

Did marketing cos Mommy had to be at Assunta early while they did an entire body checkup for Daddy. Not kidding. Picked up pork and fish and braced the muddy wet market. ALL HAIL THE PEANUT!

Reached the hospital at 11.30am with NatNat and they wheeled him in at 12noon.

I reckon hospital suits should be more colourful...to at least brighten spirits.

Just saying.

*dup dup dup*

The nurse said: Plus minus ONE hour.

Natnat kept herself busy with Daddy's phone. Mommy was reading the papers and layaning in between while I was flipping through Cosmo.

At 1pm, everyone started fidgeting.

Teresa Palmer, House of Harlow, Kate Moss and dVb didn't seem attractive anymore.

At 1.30pm, we were all quiet.

At 2pm, I stormed to the nurses' counter and asked if they know anything about the surgery.

'Oh it went well. Nurses are pushing him up now'.

O.o

Dear nurses, next time if got any delays, don't promise the timing k?

Damn 7 scary can?!

Damn layan goofing.

Acting all calm and fine is hard. But we were all doing it.

MEHHHH.

So all's good.

Hopefully results turn out good too.

Canggih sial. Wound so small. Doesn't even hurt much he said.

And now, the vegetarian month begins.

EVERYONE...don't tempt me.

THANK YOU.

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On a brighter weekend note,

IT WAS SO GOOD!!!

You WILL enjoy the show if:

1) You are OLD.

2) You know so many Canto songs (including junk like the one up here)...that...IT'S SO MASSIVELY COOL!

Hah!

4-days to Camerons.

Smileeee!

The Weekend...

So the weekend spelled FOOD and AWESOMENESS.

Because after much persuasion, the family decided to give in and head to Southsea Seafood Restaurant for a try.

Why much persuasion you ask...

Because to them, I'm the weird daughter, with a peculiar mind and an eccentric taste for food.

But I have my convincing powers. MUAHAHAHA

Venue: Southsea Seafood Restaurant, Subang

Price: RM567

Cheese-baked Escargots

Fresh oyster. Damn 7 huge, right out from the icy cold water.

*bites tongue to curb craving*

Marmite Sri Lankan crab.

Oh well if you're rich, feel free to try the spider crab. Not too expensive. Only about RM428 per piece in average.

-.-"

Egg-Yolk Crab.

Tasted as though it was composed with loads of yolk and...peanut butter. LOVED IT. Only I favoured it though. So try if you're funky. HAH

Cheese-baked oyster. *shakes head*

Killed the freshness.

ENTAHLAH IKAN APE NI. MACIAM PIRANHA. Damn fresh. Damn yummy. Nothing left. Wanted to tapao the soy sauce back even. GAHHH

Had a whole lot of other food but...sorry too busy to snap pictures.

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So the Sunday was very quiet.

Effort to run on both Saturday and Sunday was a mega fail.

Did about 40 minutes of random stuff, sweat like pig then rushed off for Siew Yen's wedding at Tropicana Golf and Country Resort. Sat with a whole table of bosses. God Bless Me.'

Someone needs to do something about the jam on Sg. Besi. Try this:

1) If you're a Touch n' Go card holder, STAY IN YOUR FUCKING LANE! We have SMART TAG for a reason so don't be a smart ass, jumping queue and assblocking everyone behind you when you're not allowed back into the line!!!

2) Try to at least continue driving when an accident happens. Even if it's at 15mph.

-.-"

Gonna stay up for World Cup.

Not a fan. Don't even watch for the hot players although Torres does look good.

BUT, I don't like the squid. Cos it scares me that it's so accurate.

Therefore, I'm rooting for Netherlands. Yes, I'm rebellious and annoying liddat.

If Spain does win...please don't let this taco predict when the world is coming to an end.

Walan.

Damn gross can?

The Peanut Reviews

The movies that I've watched lately aren't...so good.

I wanted to watch Shrek but Linda said it's lame and pretty bad and she basically told me the whole story while we were strolling over from Nike to GSC a couple weeks back so...yeah.

Wanted Karate Kid cos it's Jaden Smith but apparently there's nothing else better to watch hence all tickets went out.

Wanted A-Team but it wasn't out yet then therefore we settled for Bounty Hunter and Robin Hood.

Worst decision ever made.

Ok so we didn't really buy tickets for both the F-Grade movies.

We settled for Bounty Hunter initially because I wasn't really fond of Russell Crowe and...there wasn't anything else to watch so...with spirits really low, Bounty Hunter was it.

Review: Walked outta the cinema

10-minutes into the movie I was paying more attention to the sushi that I tapao-ed in.

Don't even buy DVD ok? Promise. Just watch random clips from youtube you'd know the whole story. Oh nono...just look at the bloody poster you know how it starts and ends. -.-"

I know I know I was stupid to even choose it but...no choice can? Le sigh

Then we walked outta the cinema...back into the lounge area and decided to...check out the other cinemas. Prince of Persia was already 1/2way running...the rest were full.

Ok fine. Robin Hood then.

Second row from the front.

Review: -.-"

If you did watch Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves by Kevin Costner, you'd prolly understand why I said the movie sucked.

Ok wait wait...you're right why should we be sulking and comparing to the old ones. Why can't we move on and accept new ideas. It's Ridley Scott for crying out loud!

Always having his own elements ey? Oh yeah and the action was cool? Sorry I'm not you...just lemme beeeee

Russell Crowe is just too old to be in a...pre-Loxley era.

Cate Blanchett was fierce though. Loves.

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And finally...something good.

Review: *GRINS*

Oh well alright I admit.

I'm biased. I've been a Gyllenhaal fan ever since he looked like...

I wanted to name my son Jake and I could memorize lines from the movie I'm pretty sure Babi wanted to slap the fuck outta me.

'I have to get to Niagara Falls by Saturday to stop Chloe from getting married' ~ Jimmy Livingston, Bubble Boy.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

And yes I watched almost all his movies including the 'cool' Donnie Darko and not so cool Breakyourback Mountain. And all the other indie ones that I shall not name. See here ---> JAKE GYLLENHAAL

It took me a while to get used to his new self. I played the game but no, just forget about the fact it was adapted. I think the critics overrated it but the graphics were pretty fine (hell, like I know fucks about graphics) and the storyline wasn't totally predictable.

And best of all, we all did something in common.

We love ostriches.

Hello Monday.

This I call...Weekend

Currently listening to:

Win a Date With Tad Hamilton OST, Various Artists

Excluding the news I received last night.

Received a text from Evan while I was yamcha-ing after the Bachelor's event.

Zouk was raided.

Why on earth would anyone choose to raid on Labour's day, right after an annual, entertaining and not to mention...healthy event where half the world gather to just unwind after a whole freaking week of work?

No seriously...how do these things work? Like...

How does setting up a roadblock in the morning at 8am when everyone is heading to work or at 8pm where everyone has just left work help in curbing...ANYTHING at all? What are you looking for? Drivers that aren't awake enough to drive to work? Trying to fine an exhausted working class hero as part of your so called OP strategy to minimize road accidents? Then the jam will backlog all the way from KL to Ipoh.

Putting that aside, just what were you also looking for, crashing an initially fun-filled party and conveniently turning it into a spine chilling nightmare for every freaking one?

No, I wasn't there. Lucky enough to have escaped earlier.

But I'm pretty sure most of the ones caught yesterday would have slashed Zouk off their list. And it isn't even the club's fault. So where do you expect us to go? Merdeka Stadium zit...

Go la sapu all the friggin' mamak stalls by the road selling lousy nasi lemak and sotong bakar! KNN.

You're not only ruining nightlife. You're ruining the system.

And you're wondering why we're all spiraling down.

BTW, The Bachelor's event was fun.

WAY TO GO LOH YOOK HWA! OH OH and CLEO!

Pictures up later la. Dunno where they are also...

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Putting the rant aside, which basically has nothing to do with me but freaked me out that some of the friends and ex-colleagues were caught there, the first half of the weekend was fantabulous.

I think the plan to watch Ip Man 2 was made waaaaay before it was even scheduled to be aired. So Linda efficiently made her bookings and we were out by noon. Damn 7 early. Saturday okay excuse moi.

It's a very Wilson Yip movie. Brutal. Fast. Packed with action. Put aside the storyline this time around. You'd probably confuse it for Huo Yuan Jia.

Okay damn lame to say but it's movies like this that unite the Chinese and keeps us grounded (the part about pride could be more subtle though). And so to all the wannabes, take pride of your skin colour. Because...Donnie Yen has it too.

Kidding. XD

It's a 108-minute of pure entertainment. You don't get many people Sammo Hung's size that can still jump 2m off the ground and land without cracking a tile. A sight to behold.

Seriously, anyone who's not watched the first, go get your DVD like NOW and watch it. Then, book the tickets, 2 weeks prior because crazy asses like me will be returning for the second and probably the third time. It's a tough fight for tickets there. RAWR!!!

Went to South Sea for crabs again. Considering the family does not trust my gourmet tongue, I shall indulge with some others that will.

For 2, we had ONE Sri Lankan crab. *falls off chair*

We also had seaweed soup, vege, and Lala. Oh they ran out of yummy Coconut Jelly *le sigh* so we had something else. No idea what it's called anymore but it was good too.

Damage = RM113.

Tomorrow, eat toilet tissue.

Eat off toilet bowl also worth it la dammit.

I wanted to take a picture of the bigger piece to show just how humongous it was. Then ended up eating it and Linda had to eat the smaller. HAHA. Sorry la you slow.

If you're depending on the Peanutxz map, she'd say, head to the Subang airport and go straight down. Follow the hugeass South Sea billboards and you'll reach. If you're going by Garmin, search Southern Sea Restaurant under the Seafood category.

Oh anyone that goes, go check out the toilet. Damn ons. Smells like lemon grass too. SUKA.

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It's been a while since we had a cuckoo in the house.

THE MAMA WENT INTO LABOUR ON LABOUR'S DAY!!! ~ quote Daddy la who else would say lame things liddat.

I wanted to name her. But heck I'd need to name the boyfriends (yes, she has 2 male bouncers to take care of her during her confinement O.o) then the kids...Mafan. I'll just call her Cuckoo and Boyfriend A and B la.

Cuckoo is...incubating her eggs. Flowers all dying but...neh it doesn't matter. Janji the eggs hatch and birds fly well. No more Max around. They should be safe.

Boyfriend dunno A or B setting up the nest.

DAMN KESIAN OKAY. Only 1 leaf/grass at a go...while the Cuckoo waits.

Shall take pictures everyday.

Pictures taken with Mommy's Nikon Coolpix s570.

So much better than the old junk. The hand-me-down descended to me for casual use.

I can draw better than the pictures snapped okay.

Ok movie time. I really need to keep the posts shorter.

And I need to blog about my Ostrich Ride. HAH.

P.D.A

Recently watched:

Echoes of the Rainbow

Public Display of Affection or PDA as defined by Wikipedia

~is the physical demonstration of affection for another person while in the view of others. Holding hands or kissing in public are commonly considered to be unobjectionable forms of public displays of affection; however, what is considered objectionable depends on the context. For example, in places such as bars, nightclubs, and strip clubs more extreme forms of public displays of affection are rarely considered to be objectionable. In these places, acts such as grinding and french kissing are common.

Now, I honestly am thoroughly aware that I don't usually look around when I'm walking in open spaces. I either text while walking, look straight or just let my mind roam free and eventually walk into a pillar or some sort.

No, it's not inferiority complex. It's the hassle of probably bumping into someone I might know, having the opposite party wave HARD at me and me going...'who the fuck?!' due to short-sightedness.

No contact lenses now, nonono...gotta wake up wayyy tooooo earrrlllyyy for the eyes to be opened wide enough to slap the lenses on.

And nonono, no walking with glasses. Don't wanna look like sohai in the open too, no.

BUT, being a kay-poh that I was born-to-be, some things DO attract my attention and I can't help but look...because it's nice/sweet scene to look at.

Either that or it's plain gross la, I monitor and let my mind run wild in between.

For example, I was meeting Linda Chin just yesterday for Echoes of the Rainbow at Midvalley. Stuffed my earphones in, straight faced, minded my own business, walked down the escalator and...there. This Siamese couple dashed before me as though the last step of the fleet will end if they've waited a while more.

From their locked hands, they both automatically released their grip, each of their hands travelled up the other's backs, girl's head on guy's shoulder, guy's hanging in mid-air because girl was too short...and the caressing began.

It's not gross really. It was a pretty loving scene. I don't remember their faces, obviously, too engrossed with where their hands were going. And as she was stroking, I think she found out that I was paying attention to them. So, she cock-stared.

What SHE could be thinking:

1) Look what, bitch?! Never see people hug before?!

2) Whatchu lookin' at, akua?! I'm straight!

3) HANDS OFF, THE BOY'S MINE!

4) Fuck bitch, I wish I could have her hair and face.

OK option 4 definitely is out, I know, Shush!

So as we walked the opposite paths right after, I got me wondering...Don't you do that for the love and affection that you have for each other? And when you do that, would you give a damn if the public aka kay-pohs were looking? And if they were, would you walk right up to them to stop them from look...errr...gawking?

If you would like to avoid the public eye, I suggest, get a fitting-room, grope all you wan. Leave ruffled haired, it's okay...it's the trend. Everyone would be happy you had a good time.

Fact is this:

1) We're Asians. We grew up in a country where one would be caught for holding hands in public.

2) We were taught in school that, close contact with the opposite sex = tak senonoh.

3) We never had enough education because teachers go paiseh while explaining about boobies and balls.

4) We were bred in a country where prolly Princess Jasmine would be too sexy for the crowd

5) The book of Censorship is thicker than Agatha Christie's, "Queen of Crime".

Ok so the attention is NOT only focused on caressing and kissing and what not...a while back, I was tucked in a dark corner of a cafe, happily experimenting the fingers of he-who-must-not-be-named. Real fingers okay. Jari. Not anywhere else, excuse moi. And before I knew it, tables next to ours were staring. Hard.

No, I don't mind. I have 5 fingers on each hand, he had his, we weren't making weird noises and we weren't over-stepping their boundaries. We obediently kept our body parts to ourselves and we paid before we left. We're legal.

So stare all you want, we rock.

So, this is what I suggest:

- If you wanna show your love, do it proudly and wear a smile when others look. IF they stare, go further. Tongue if you can. They'll revolt and eventually look away. Prolly roll their eyes first but who cares.

- Try to go subtle if you're with your friends. Close ones that don't mind are fine. LIKE HOW I HAVE BEEN SURVIVING WITH SOMEONE WITH ALL THEIR PDAs AND I ACT AS THOUGH I'M BLIND *cough* LINDA CHIN *cough*.

- Those that are not so experienced will find it awkward okay. And they can't help but look. If you don't mind them looking...fine. If you do, drive home quick la can? Pity them.

- If they look, don't question them. Always go back to your roots. You is in Maraysia.

- Be understanding. Those single ones watching you will be like watching mild porn. What if they go high? How they wanna settle? Lose control hump kao the car or branch how?!

Finally...

Don't tongue when you're with friends to make them look away like how I mentioned earlier. They probably won't cos they're too stoned to do so. These scenes can be traumatizing.

AND also, for those on-lookers who think that PDA is gross...

LET PEOPLE HAVE A LIFE CAN OR NOT...

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*just 5 minutes into blogging the last sentence, i get this on msn*

See what I mean by...being sympathetic?

Kesian okay these people.

ROFL!!!

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I know la slow but...GASP

Hachiko and Tattoos

Currently listening to:

Imogen Heap, Ellipse (DAMN ONS)

Movie Review:

Hachiko: A Dog's Story

I've always had a soft spot for movies with animals. Besides snakes that is.

Cried even when I was watching Flipper. Sweat. God knows how many litres of tears I lost while watching Marley and Me.

It never crossed my mind to watch Hachiko. Oh well, it's just another sad story about a dog, like how the Japs and Koreans always do it. Double sweat.

What's it with the loyalty of dogs and dying owners? OR little children and dying faithful dogs. Triple sweat.

Anyway, heard a lot about the movie and NEVER wanted to watch until Babichen highly recommended it. Like she even gave me the link just so I can watch via Youtube on my phone. <3.

So here's my review of the heart-wrenching movie.

There...I was bawling my sockets out in the middle of the night.

It was worst than Marley and Me. Basically due to the fact that, Richard Gere's really convincing. REALLY. Within just minutes the bond between the dog and him were tightly portrayed and knitted. Then, warm tears pricked and trickled freely in like...seconds. MEHH

And adding to the fact...he's sibeh yeng leh.

So yeah. Go watch if you wanna detox. It works.

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Moving on, I cut my hair again. I know. I stink.

No more WuChun, Show Luo, Taiwanese, Japanese, Korean, Mongolian style. Not I want OK. It's the trend apparently. And it's subtle enough for the company to not fire me. Hmph.

The haircut now reminds me of Simple Jack.

You know...Ben Stiller as the retard in Tropic Thunder?

Diu.

Nevermind. It'll grow.

Just in time for Hong Kong. *Prays*

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This is Eddie the tattoo artist.

He does great designs. And yes, he's very much like those in Miami/LA Ink.

He's brutal.

He churns interesting topics too.

Like he was asking if Nigga was a virgin.

And how he should fuck every moving thing.

Our verdict: Go fuck a car la.

One more session and this Nigga is done.

Stay away people.

It hurts. ROFL

Eddie said all surface piercings will eventually fall off.

And there's a VERY high chance of kiloid.

Ok. No more nape piercing.

Le sigh.

Oh...weekend's over.

When's it coming again?