UNDER the COVERs

Why so serious?

Saturday, July 26, 2008

7:49 PM

Who wants to join the I-cried-watching-The-Dark-Knight club, sign up here! Those who know me probably know I cry watching anything remotely sad. But this is an action superhero movie fgs. So I wasnt expecting the waterworks.

Ok so I cried watching Spiderman 3 too but that was for totally different reason. James Franco freaking died! that scene obviously begged for tears. But the Dark Knight even from the beginning was such an emotional experience, its darkness pulled my heartstrings in ways I cant yet describe. I began getting teary eyed watching Ledger's last scenes but finally lost it when Batman ran into the dawn of light in the end. Its the "sacrifices" that always get to me. I want to write which sacrifices I mean, but I wouldnt want to spoil others who havent seen it yet. Maybe I'll get back to this later. Meanwhile:

The cheerful knight.

0 cloud(s) in my coffee

Beautiful mess

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

7:51 PM

100th post. Lets not bore you with too much words.
Dedicated to the women who came to Auckland and made my winter bearable.

Mummy dearest.

Bersatu Games wasnt a complete bust as I made it sound to be in the previous post. Thank goodness for these lovely, lovely girls: Tasha and Syai.

Buds before studs! Fini and Sheera: two more company that I enjoyed this winter. The pre-photo before the hilarious screaming.

Darn, long distance friendship is hard la. I wish I could let more people into my life. But its hard to find people who youre completely in sync with, people you can be yourself around, so for them Im grateful.

4 cloud(s) in my coffee

With a grain af salt

Monday, July 7, 2008

11:17 PM

Hello all. Just got back from Bersatu Games in Wellington. Actually Ive been back for 4 days but whos counting. So anyway, its the first Bersatu I attended as a player. They didnt offer many games for girls before, but even then I didnt play much and became more of a substitute and supporter. Which was fine by me. I think Im the kind who enjoys watching sports than playing. Although I would have liked to play more than I did but I guess I wasnt good enough. Im not bitter or anything. Well, maybe a little bit but lets not dwell. It is a team sport after all and if by me playing means we're going to lose then I should sit out for the team. Except we lost anyway. So tell me what I should be feeling if not bitter.

Moving on. With my time being on the sidelines and warming the benches I noticed the supporters' behaviors more. I must admit I enjoy laughing at some but there were also some that I was pissed off about. What I truly hate are supporters who are more aggressive than the players. This is not freaking English Premier League. You want to support your team, fine, go all out. But dont put down the opponents or their supporters. I mean, do you even hear yourself when you scream at the top of your lungs "take that!" or imitating in a silly voice the other team's cheer. What the hell. I just dont see the point. Players have the advantage of leaving every action on the court/field when the game finishes, but not the supporters. Your action on the sideline shows your personality and its fudging ugly weh.

And then a new type of public display of affection that I cant stand: screaming "go Baby!" or "thats ok Sayang!" while cheering for their bf/gf. As if being in a couple caused you to forget your partner's name when in truth you just want the others to know that the guy/girl is taken. Pfft! Pardon me while I roll my eyes. And if thats not enough when somebody else express their exasperation for said bf/gf for effing an easy play, the gf/bf will immediately make excuses for their partner, "dia penat la" like I give a damn, it was an easy shot!

Okay, maybe I should have stopped typing at "Hello". Im sorry I thought I'd be over my bitterness in 4 days but I guess typing about Bersatu made it resurfaced. Maybe I'll just go drown myself in the residue for a couple more days and see how I feel. Til then. Dont do what I wouldnt do. Heh. ;)

4 cloud(s) in my coffee

In fewer words