the idea is you put your itunes on shuffle and ta-da! each song it goes through is meant to represent the High and Low Points of Your Life If It Were A Movie. Hah. And you're not meant to cheat!
that paragraph wasn't written by me. it sounds really bad.
Opening Credits: Dream Theater - Another Day [Acoustic Version]
Waking Up: Thrice - Stare At The Sun
First Day At School: The Mars Volta - Cicatriz E.S.P.
Falling In Love: Starsailor - Counterfeit Life
Fight Song: RHCP - By The Way
Breaking Up: Nobou Uematsu - Bran Bal [Piano Version]
Prom: Shea Seger - Blind Situation
Life's Ok: Smoma - Do It Again
Mental Breakdown: Peter Malick Group feat. Norah Jones - All Your Love
Flashback: Cranberries - What's On My Mind
Getting Back Together: RHCP - If
Wedding: Nightmare of You - Heaven Runs On Oil
Birth of Child: Olivia - So Nice
Final Battle: RHCP - Drum Homage Medley [WHY ARE THERE SO MANY RHCP SONGS IN MY LIFE]
Death Scene: KT Tunstall - Silent Sea
Funeral Song: Kasabian - Butcher Blues
End Credits: Joe Pass - On Green Dolphin Street
taika told you a secret at
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I'M FEELING NICE TODAY!
A brief list of things that make me feel nice:
1. Inebriated Singaporean actors : Seriously, what is the big deal? Okay, so he had abit to drink, got caught, went to jail. ENOUGH ALREADY! Why must the media compeletely blow everything up? The next thing you know, the girlfriend is talking about their future with his parents, he's issuing a public apology, his pet raccoon is giving an exclusive interview about the strange goings-on at the Lee household after dark, and on and on and on. Come on, people, are our lives on this stupid island (which happens to be besotted with completely crappy weather, i.e. it rains on my car the minute after I've sent it for a polish) so jejune that we have to sensationalize every petty crime that is summoned into the public consciousness? Or are we just obsessed with celebrities? Because honestly, there is nothing new about drunk driving. Did you really expect him to know better, by virtue of his status? I'm very sure that he didn't expect to get caught, just like the rest of you who trundle home in your souped up Mazdas (all noise and no power, BY THE WAY) on Thursday mornings at 4.23am after downing like the entire reserves of the Tiger, Anchor, and Bacardi breweries. Now if he resisted arrest, profused his longstanding hatred for humanity at the trial, and proceeded to speak in exotic, pagan tongues, we would have a good story on our hands. But he didn't! So what the hell is the big deal? MOVE ON! Go back to your mahjong games, or queue up for NDP tickets, or something.
2. Snooty movie/music critics : YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! And there's a whole tribe of your kind, deluging the local media with self-gratifying pseudo-existential celluloid discourses filled with obscure references and otiose private jibes. Not everyone watches Spiderman 3 to see if Tobey Maguire channels the role of Peter Parker with the gravitas of a latter-day James Dean on prescription drugs, nor do they get tickets to like, Die Hard 4.0, thinking to themselves, 'oh I wonder if Bruce Willis will be able to accurately evince the post-industrial zeitgeist that has germinated and subsequently blossomed into a full-blown cultural ennui which looms over the nuclear family'! Some people actually go to the movies to be ENTERTAINED, damn it. And I have news for you : NOT ALL ARTHOUSE MOVIES ARE GOOD! Stop hailing anything with a minimalist soundtrack and 'artistic nude' scenes as the next...whatever! Going by your reviews, the best movies are philosophical, contemplative, and in FRENCH. Wtf! Oh, and not forgetting the other person. Yes, I'm talking to you, you self-indulgent man. You think you're so funny! Your attempts at comic relief are dull, contrived, and serve no purpose to anything, anywhere! I could get more humour out of a constipated hydra, for crying out loud. And your horoscopes suck. Oh yes, don't think that I haven't noticed! It's all you! Well, at least you don't name-drop like you're on laxatives, which is more than what I can say for the other person. Occasionally, movies are supposed to be fun, you dolts! And occasionally, jokes are supposed to be funny. Do us all a favour, and become like yam porridge chefs.
3. The fucker who parked next to me last Friday, 13th July, on Level 6, next to the lift entrance, at around 1pm : There were like a million damn parking lots, and you chose to park your humongous stupid-ass blue car next to my small black car. Even better, your brain does not have the neccessary faculties for opening a vehicle door without damaging everything around you. I hope that your entire immediate family simultaneously bursts out in viridan flames, following which your friends tie you up and take turns to administer enemas with blunt rusty knives, and rend your eyeballs from their sockets with wooden spatulas. I'm not done yet! After that, it is my most fervent wish that you stumble blindly into a conveniently located chasm of flesh-eating troglodytes, which will slowly devour your viscera over the course of a century. And once that's done, your stupid car will transform into a Decepticon and squash you.
okay im done for now, until I can think of more nice things to add.
Labels: ROBOTS IN DISGUISE
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