February 25, 2007
of computer binging
MC-ANATOMY
Woohoo. I am finally done with season 1 and 2.
George's dad died!! No~~~~
It was really heart-rending 'cause his dad is adorablessss. They slot in a slide at the end, "In Memory of Bob Verne" and me being...well, me, I googled it. And found the Grey's Anatomy's writers' blog. Apparently it was a reenactment of the melancholic incident which happened to one of them. She wanted to reminisce the death of her father. I thought it was real sweet. *sob*
ANYHOO...
Conclusion is : DEREK SHEPERD IS MCBASTARD AND MEREDITH GREY IS MCBITCH.
Oh heck, I still am so addicted to it. Regardless of all the drama-trauma-lala. Prolly it's due to the fact that I am just too much of a series junkie. Been spending most of my time downloading endless episodes. Countless. I think I have to start burning or my hard drive will soon crash and bring everything I have down to hell with it.
*sing*NOBODY KNOWS WHERE THEY MIGHT END UP.....NOBODY KNOWS.....
Can't seem to catch up with Desperate Housewives though. It seems to be stuck at nowhere and unable to proceed. There was once, some dummy shared the Lost file, camouflaging it with the words Desperate Housewives Season3Episode1. *Curses* I couldn't resist the temptation of opening and watching the file and resulting to download every Lost series there is. Curiosity kills the Rachel. *Blerghh*
Oh there was another time when Desperate Housewives Season3Episode14 turns out to be PORN. *Sigh* These people are real dungus.Labels: grey's anatomy
8:47:00 PM
February 24, 2007
ridiculously true!
Superstition has never been part of my life. It is however so very odd when these individuals : be it Tarot cards or palm readers, reveals your fortune, it seems to fall accurately. I had a really interesting night hearing one of my friends speak of the characteristics that each zodiac brings. And my my, it scares me as to how precise they are!
I'm a Cancerian. And apparently my life revolves around emotions ALOT. How true. These comments are so undeniably freaky.
Click here and also here to check out mine. If you are a friend of mine, prepare to encounter the goose-bumpings and chilly spine feeling. EeeEeEeEEEEeeeeEeee....
Oh oh. Go check out yours as well. (^^,)
5:05:00 PM
February 19, 2007
muvees to watch (2)
Adding a few more to the movies I want to watch. I added a little bit of description to it :
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Daddy's Little Girls (About the struggles of a divorcee fighting for his children and how love came into the picture)
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The Science of Dream (Just interesting *smiley*)
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Beyond The Gates( Based on a true story-true stories are always the most remarkable thing to venture, the dilemma of a believer who wants to make a difference to a small part of the world, abandoned. A MUST WATCH)
10:56:00 AM
February 18, 2007
Arrrghhhh
Ya know...Everyone seems so obsessed with weight-losing. I think 90 percent of my gals friends are into some sort of diet programme that they find online or influenced by their biggest, most lethal (unknowingly) and influential media source : magazines. Are good looks just so very overrated?
Honestly it sometimes gets to me as I have least good assets as compared to most girls. At times I do care enough to torture myself in the most cruel way in order to just fit in with them. At times I just couldn't be bothered. Well, to be honest, most of the time I just couldn't really give two tarts. (^^,)
Well, I stopped exercising about 3 years ago (as in hardcore training) and one of the many many consequences of doing so (besides gaining crazy weights) is getting menstrual cramps. Today is the second time I had the bloody cramp! Pardon my words for a moment. But really. Not that you have to put interest in this, but I just feel like rumbling about it BECAUSE I felt like I was resuscitated after having a flat line on my screen for a few horrifying hours!
The pain was REALLY unstoppable. I REALLY felt like stabbing my stomach with a sharp object just to stop it from aching. Perhaps I could even self mutilate at that very moment and not feel a single prick as compared to the cramps.
Pain killers.
Yes. They are OF much help. They enhanced the gaggy feeling on my poor little throat and forced out every single thing that was swimming around in my tummy. For crying out loud! Even my tummy felt like escaping through that small tiny esophagus. My organs were literally throbbing. Every 5 minutes. EVERY 5 minutes I gag and gag and gag till some yellow substance come straight out of my mouth. I was left with an inexplainable pain on my throat and burning feeling in my nostrils.
So much for being made a girl. Despite the very fact that we have to go through the consistent, troublesome menstrual cycle, we have to give birth AND take care of the cuddly innocent little fatty till "it" reveals it's true identity and finally gives you a heart attack after trying your very best to protect "it" for 15 years BECAUSE all they want is not to be protected but freedom. Then you fear of what your future holds for you as they will be taking care of you later on in life when you are unable to walk at the same pace as them, and you start to have osteoporosis hitting on you and all sorts of sickness, cancer, dental and memory problem flirting with you till you have to even result to wearing diapers which ironically was worn when you were a little cuddly innocent little fatty yourself. What's next? Nursing home? Bad in laws treating you like garbage? Arrgghhh. Life.
1:14:00 AM
February 16, 2007
movies to watch
At times of stress or boredom, a good movie often does the trick....Though....I have to say that...Movies are not up to expectation these days. They are too......ORDINARY. And I am not talking about the effects and settings used for these movies. A normal, typical story line can be extraordinary if it has a certain message, some clever point to bring out to the viewers.
Well, I thought Stepmom was amazing. It's this quite "ancient" movie featuring Susan Sarandon (one of the fabulous actresses) and Julia Roberts. Or perhaps Pay It Forward of year 2000 which starred little Haley Joel Osment. Movies now are so exaggerated it needs to splurge million or even billions or dollars JUST to look good.
Well, anyhoo. Presenting....Rachel's Top 6 Movies To Watch List. (Cause I am too lazy and tired, considering it is already 2 in the morning, to check out any more movie trailers)
10:27:00 PM
February 05, 2007
DON'T LOOK BACK
I could hear the violin playing.
Run down building without doors. On the walls, spray paints were tattooed all over with the words "Danger. No admittance"
The little source of light we had was from a torchlight, held by a man in a black suit. We had to climb about 3 or 4 flights of stairs with darkness clouding us. That man suddenly stopped. We looked at each other with curiosity. He turned off his torch and lead us into this dark and dingy room with a desk. An old wooden desk with a man covered with gray hair, lying his head on and wheezing. His chest plays a constant, building and uneasy sound as we draw near.
When we were about 1 feet close enough to touch him, he looked up and *BANGGG* hit the table with his fist. He asked Shu Yi her name...then me....and Meng Yoe...He looked at us cynically and began looking for our names in a thick, huge, dusty guest book. He then slammed close the book and gave us each a small piece of blue paper with numbers printed on it...A ticket. To what, we didn't know....
"Your journey begins when that door opens. Remember....you are to be VERY careful with your every step as you CANNOT wake the ones who are sleepless"
And he sat up, leaning against his chair and became stationary.
We looked at the door he pointed so anxiously.
Minutes later....The door slowly creaked open.....We cringed. You can hear the rusty trying to hold the door from falling apart. Behind the door was a bride. She walked with poised as though she was walking down the aisle. We slowly trotted behind the bride. There was a wedding table on our left. A table which is hung to the ceiling on one corner. Everything was not in place. There were webs covering almost everything on the table. The candlestick, the plates, the champagne glasses....even the body of a woman that was laid at the corner of the table. Laughter of a crowd fills the air. Happy laughter. Laughter, before the wedding was destroyed I presume...
The bride stopped walking. She turned her head towards the staircase slowly and lift her hand gently, directing us downstairs. As we were walking down, I turned and look at her. She was so pretty. With her big eyes and apple red lips. She looked as though she was trapped in her wedding dress...wanting to escape.
Chop. Chop. Chop.
Even from a distance we could hear it. Pieces of papers scattered on the ground with candles along the way. It lead us to a room. A small room with a man sitting at the desk. Again. Man in black suit. Wooden desk. The man had his back faced on us. He had a paper cutter. He moved his head slowly towards the blade and held the cutter. Chop. Chop. Chop. We got a shock out of our lives thinking for a second there, he was going to capitalize himself.
We scurried out of the room before he turns back and start having ideas beside just cutting papers..
There was a room beside it. A rocking pony was trapped in one of the little room with tiles on it's walls. Melodic musical box songs were playing on the background as we approached a little girl sitting at a corner, with her long hair covering her face. Something was not right. She had obituary papers surrounding her. Is she...dead?
When we came out of the room, there was a young gentleman leading us to a staircase and he pointed upwards. We went up without hesitation but with caution steps. Halfway through the steps, we were shocked by our own faces. It was a mirror. I gave a sigh of relief and continued walking. As we moved closer to the mirror to get to the corridor on the right, an image slowly revealed itself in the mirror. White veil...Apple red lips...White dress...It was the bride.She was trapped in the glass...She stared at us. My heart almost stopped functioning. I pause for a moment to re catch my soul.
The beautiful serenading tune echoes louder and louder through the corridors. Then we came to another one of the many men in black suits. "May I have your ticket please?" he asked. We gave them to him and we were asked to sit down in the 'waiting room'. It's him. At the corner of the room, a young man, dressed in a white collared shirt with black slacks was playing the violin. He played it with such passion...There was a huge screen right beside the room where he was in, showing a clip of a funeral procession...So odd.
While watching the clip, suddenly the man in the black suit spoke up. "Come with me", he says. We almost literally jumped off our chairs. We were so engrossed with the clip that we didn't even notice him coming into the room.
He lead us to a room. It was pitch black. His last words were, "Do not move from where you are. Remember." *Cunning smile*
I was so scared I held Shu Yi's hand so tightly. We waited for almost 5 minutes. Nothing.
Slowly a white figure appeared. It was the bride again! She stood just about a feet away from us. I almost fainted this time. Eerie music were played adding to the atmosphere while she moves backwards with her hands reaching out, as if she was pulled back against her will. She was crying out for help...Before I realise it, she was already gone....
Suddenly the curtains open. There was a fairly built man standing behind the drapes, waiting for us to go to him. This is it.
Room filled with thousands and thousands of candles. Every corner....everywhere. One of the sleepless lights every candle each time someone comes in. He lighted 3 for us. He has a very solemn look. His eyes seem to be staring through the candle and filled with revenge. We walked around and finally came out to the garden. Everyone was there....
Don't Look Back, a production by the DreamThinkSpeak team, sponsored by the British Council. Superb walking theatre.
3:33:00 PM