I've Come Quite Far.

I just took a peek at a fantasy story I wrote when I was 12. I remember quite clearly how I was driven to write it after reading The Silmarillion (and almost driven to death via boredom). My attempt at writing something more interesting was, rather, interesting.

Besides the marked lack of originality (I shuddered as I saw how you could just change the names of some of my characters and they would be equivalent to...oh well, never mind).

Jump to one year back. I took a look at my one of my stories recently, written at that time. And I said...wow. This is not to flatter myself. I do that quite often already.



Well, anyway, I was rather...surprised. And I said, wow, I've come quite far. I've...grown up.



Which is quite scary. I rarely peek into my archives at my other blog because it frightens me...how I could write such things.



Oh well, I was young then. =)

Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer

As my friend noted, there are some movies you would like to see, even if you know it sucks. I suppose it happened to me in this case.



The trailer looked good. Or was it because this Fantastic Four sequel (to a not that great beginning movie) contained the Silver Surfer, my favourite Marvel character?



I suppose a little bit of both, and I went in hoping- just hoping- that this movie would not be bad. I was wrong. It's terrible. But compared to the first, it's still an improvement. But yeah, it sucks.



Then again, if you somehow liked the first Fantastic 4, then you'd love this one. As for me, I was only mildly entertained, but primarily disappointed at the lackluster characters, storyline, action...everything.



Don't expect any depth here. Let's just say...it's more for the young ones.



But I wouldn't mind a Silver Surfer spin off. At least that guy was way more interesting than the four of them combined.



If you're still not sure, than go ahead and watch it. You'll know it's doomed when you watch Mr. Fantastic do those stretchy dance moves.



Now I'm just waiting for Transformers...hehe.





The Relaxed Moviegoer: B



The Thoughtful Critic: C-

This Ain't No Hilton

My standards must be lowering. I'm talking about celebrities now. Not even celebrities, mind you, but pseudo-celebrities. Not even pse--



Okay, nevermind.

Whoever said humans were innately sympathetic were wrong. Paris Hilton's incarceration demonstrates that. If you bother to read the entertainment section in any newspaper, you'd know how she was dragged back from her home to serve the remainder of her jail sentence.



Ah lovely, says almost everyone. An example would be this rather gleeful piece on her.



I myself join in the chorus of praise. No leniency for this girl. Go Judge and prosecutors! She's done wrong, and gotta pay for it. You reap what you sow. Etcetera.



What can I say about this interesting phenomenon? The Germans have a word for it. Yes, schadenfreude.



Ah yes, I'm feeling it all over. Makes me warm inside.

There Is...

A cat that comes by my apartment. My apartment has two entrances, one opening out into the corridor and one into the swimming pool area (we live, technically, on the ground floor).



I can tell when it comes by when I hear the sound of a bell ringing. It's our neighbors cat. They put a small, jingly bell on it. It's fur consists of "dirty" black and brown hues. Wonder why it comes by? Possibly because our pet budgie. We all know that cats + birds= bad.

We chase it away, but don't employ extreme methods. Firstly, because it's our neighbors and secondly, because that would be cruel.



It's a cute kitten.



So we constantly have to keep a look out, just in case it sneaks into our house (other cats as well). So far, so good. No problems.



What can we learn from this? Are there any practical (philosophical, theological) applications to be found here?



Nope. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Apart from the fact that there is a cat that likes to come by and hang around in my apartment's porch.



This was merely an anecdote to ensure that the time gap between my blog posts was not too big.



Sorry. I blame it on randomness. The universe is random. So says quantum physics.



And I hear the ring of the bell again. Who knows, it might just be Schrödinger's Cat.



My apologies, once again.

I'll Be Away...

For a few days. Church camp. A time for spiritual rejuvenation.



It'll be a few days.



It wouldn't be dull though. I brought my PS2.



=)