we lucky ones

#1050 so I met up with some friends at the edge of the night

Saturday 29 June 2013

This movie.

It's a tad long (I mean, 170+ minutes), and somewhat confusing (confession: I had to refer to wiki again and again while I was watching it, careful not to read the spoilers), but there was just something about it that makes you think deeper.

Which is why now I really really wanna read the book. Another book to add to my very long to read list. Sigh.

This image shows the different actors who acted as different people in the different stories and their level of goodness/ evilness.

One thing that really intrigued me was how the directors chose to reuse the ensemble actors in the 6 or 7 different yet interlinked plots.

So you pretty much have female actors acting as males, male actors acting as females, Asian actors acting as Westerns, Western actors acting as Asians, young actors acting as old people et cetera.

Which turned out to be pretty hilarious when you see Tom Hanks as a gangster whose diction is 90% made up of vulgarities. Or Ben Whishaw as an elderly female. Or Hugo Weaving as a Korean (they made his eyes so tiny it was kinda hilarious). Or Hugo Weaving as an fat angsty nurse working in an old folks home.

And this infographic pretty much sums up everything. It's rather informative.

Oh gosh I really need to read this book.

#1049 may the past be the sound of your feet upon the ground, carry on

Friday 28 June 2013

Omg the bonus round

#1048 if you're lost and alone or you're sinking like a stone, carry on

Thursday 27 June 2013

Ocean is a short novel, not even 200 pages long, but like the Hempstocks' duck pond (or, for that matter, like Doctor Who's TARDIS), it's a lot bigger inside than it looks from the outside. It's a bildungsroman but in reverse gear: it's a novel about the truths - some wonderful, some terrible - that children know and adults do not, how we face them and master them and then, as we grow older, how we slowly but inexorably forget them. We take up residence in the mundane, unmagical world of adulthood. We lose our grip on the extremes of horror and ecstasy that children experience, and maybe mercifully, they slip away from us.

- Lev Grossman on Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane

#1047 I've closed enough windows to know you can never look alone

Monday 24 June 2013

Celery leaf hitching a ride on 小黑

I miss this place ):

New (not anymore) lock screen

The first time I changed my wallpaper since April 2011 (i.e. getting my phone)!

I can read (with a guide) and write (with a guide) Circular Gallifreyan muaha

Well. I guess I got a bit too carried away.

Listening to French oral proved to be too boring so I started sketching Vulcan.

Just as I started typing the above sentence, London Calling started playing on my brother's iTunes -highs-