Curls & Twirls

Ah! I am guessing my entry today will attract many comments from starwars fans. (Or maybe not since nobody who’s really a fan reads my blog.. Which allows me to be more honest!)

(Ooh, and pls do excuse me if I get some of my star-wars terminology wrong)

In a galaxy, far far away, I went to watch StarWars Episode III: Revenge of the Siths, with my sister. We were NOT blown away. We were dissatisfied. It was a sad movie, but what was more tragic was that most star-wars craEzy fans all over Malaysia refuse to accept this fact. No, let me take that back. Star-wars craEzy MALE fans all over Malaysia refuse to accept this fact. But to all those who are willing to listen, let me tell you why starwars 3 is an over-rated B-grade film.

First let me tell you about the anticipation I had to watch Starwars. I guess the fact that David is a hard-core fan somehow did get me excited, but Arvin’s testimony really did the trick. He had called all the way from UK (or so I heard from Foong Jin) to tell Rohan that Starwars was the best flick he had watched in ages. He claimed that "Revenge of the Siths (I shall call it ‘Siths’ for easy reference) touched on every emotion in the human soul and made you feel sad, happy, angry, upset, nostalgic, triumphant, (i.e. every sentiment the human heart can understand.)." I only felt one emotion after watching it: disappointed.

Firstly, the story is very simplistic and hardly plausible. In such a short time-span, Anakin is swayed from being an arrogant yet extremely ethical jedi to a power-hungry fanatical Sith who believes the council is jealous of his powers. For someone who comes across as extremely opinionated and principled, it is hardly believable that he would compromise his values simply to save his pregnant wife. (Do not get me started about how gross it is that he has a physical relationship with a woman who is a generation older than him!) Would someone raised a Jedi find that reason enough to commit Jedi genocide and kill younglings? That is stretching credibility just a little too far. Either that, or Anakin is simply a flake. He pretends to be convicted about his ideals, but runs the other way as soon as his emotions come into play. Seriously, Anakin Skywalker may be attractive, especially when he turns evil *swoons*, but the pathetic qualities of his character far outweigh his sex appeal.

Now let’s get started on Padme. (I know many of you will simply claim that I am jealous of Natalie Portman’s beauty. Although I know I am not, I will not attempt to convince you otherwise.) Queen Amidala – supposedly the revered Senator who knew Anakin while his hormones had not yet started raging – is another wretched character in the whole movie. For someone who is considerably older than Anakin, she is hardly mature and blinded to Anakin’s flaws until the very last minute. She believes in Anakin’s empty promises and refuses to try and mend the situation – although she suspects something is not quite right. Seriously, she was a SENATOR. A POLITICIAN. I mean, she is a respectable woman whom, I presume, is knowledgable and aware of the situation of the war. Are you seriously telling me that Padme had no idea about the internal conflicts of the republic and put complete trust in her dearest, arrogant Anakin? *sigh* Yet another weak personality. Is this why she has so much sex appeal? Because she plays a feeble character whom ignorantly puts faith in her man? Queen Amidala is hardly admirable to any respectable woman, but I guess this appeals to the Y-chromosome? Makes them feel all macho? (I am not a feminist, just in case you were wondering…)

Now we have the dialogues. Ohmygosh, those ridiculous dialogues. I am not complaining about Yoda’s incorrect grammar, but the overall lack of personality in the verbal communication. The words spoken by all characters were simplistic and unrealistic, making the conversations rather artificial and pretentious. I don’t quite know how to explain it– but perhaps this excerpt from a commentary might:

"In this heretic’s opinion, Sith is a stiff, brought down by that special knack Lucas has of turning flesh-and-blood actors into cardboard cutouts. To hear Anakin and his pregnant wife, Senator Padme (the vivacious Natalie Portman rendered vacant), discuss their marriage — a secret that could get Anakin defrocked as a Jedi — is to redefine stilted for a new millennium. The minute any character — human or droid — opens a mouth to speak, your eyes glaze over. I kept thinking how much better Sith would play as a silent film, with only Chewbacca allowed to do his Wookiee growl and John Williams to trumpet his recycled score."

Stilted. That was the word I was looking for!

I think Stitled doesn’t just define the dialogues – but the whole movie as well.

I hope this article doesn’t step on any starwars fan’s toes. It’s just my opinion. I guess the force just isn’t with me?

Lol. Just wanted to update on my netaddict friend. I am so right about him chasing the wrong kinda chicks! His latest infatuation had 6 guys come up to her and ask her for her number - in one night. 

Okay, let me begin by saying I appreciate everyone’s comments and from now on my friends will not only be referred to as ‘x’ but also as ‘a’ ‘b’ ‘c’ etc. Lol.

Actually, today I have no real inspiration to write anything but I’m taking time-out to de-stress from my freaking exams! AAaaAHHhh…

A rhetorical question Andrew asked me at MPO:

Do we become nerds because we study A-levels or Do we study A-levels because we are nerds?

Hmmm…the case of the chicken and the egg… Lol. This is what A-levels does to you!

Ok ok. I will stop talking nonsensical crap and try and write something interesting. But it’s still gonna be crap, I reckon. I am in love with the word crap. It defines me.

*Thinks about what has happened recently*

Oh yeah. The other day I got a call from a long-lost friend whom I shall call A. Ok, actually he is not a long-lost friend, he is a friend who calls me sporadically out of the blue – usually when he’s between girls. I sometimes feel degraded to merely his “ego-booster”. Everytime another girl has let him down (of course it’s always the girl who lets him down. He never disappoints them…!), he dials my number for consolation. And for the next few weeks, I am haunted by numerous calls from him to simply “chat”. (okay, I will be honest…he doesn’t just call when a girl breaks his heart, he also calls when he’s down about anything else. But the bottom line stays the same – I’m just there to listen to his worries!)

Sometimes I really get irritated with A. We’ve been friends for about 6 years now, and he hardly knows anything about me. On the contrary, A is constantly reminding me that I am the best girl friend that he has ever had, and no other girl can know him like I do. (I actually do believe him when he says this, judging from how fast he goes through girls!) To him, girls can never be friends. They’re either dates, ex-girlfriends, girlfriends, future-dates or girls-out-of-my-league. They never seem to qualify as friends. I wonder how I ended up being his friend. *feels a pang of worry* (Shit! What’s wrong with me? Why am I the only girl who doesn’t turn A on???)

So what is it with these kind of guys? I am sure A is not the only one out there, and I am not the only girl who loyally listens to all the crap A-prototype guys have to dish out to us. The weird thing is, however irritated I am at him, I can’t seem to ever convey that I hate being his ego-booster! Everytime I am ready to launch into that lecture I have repeatedly practiced in my head (“A, I am really sick and tired of listening to all your problems when you never bother to be there for me…..”), he manages to mention something so attention-grabbing (damnit, does he see it coming?) that all my strength is focused on what he has to say. Then when I regain my priorities and start to work on that speech again, A has already jumped the gun and said goodbye – I am left confounded.

Of course I don’t just give up there! I have a lot more determination than that! After getting over my perplexed state-of-mind, I coach it to confidently give A a piece of my mind the next time he calls. That’s when the phonecalls stop. A has found another girl. It’ll be at least a month before his number flashes on my nokia 6230 again. And by then, my well-rehearsed speech would have turned into nothing but a hazy blur of words.

Yet, I have to admit, I enjoy talking to A. He’s funny and can talk a lot of crap (woohoo! Major point scored here!) , and he never fails to amuse me. Perhaps this is a barter trade? He entertains me while I mend his ego. A fair exchange, I reckon. But it would be a lot nicer if the phonecalls weren’t sporadic, and if he took a little interest in me. I mean, if I really am “the best girl friend” that he ever had, I should mean more to him than just a number to dial when he’s lonely, right?

I know I should be studying right now, since I have my freaking mocks tomorrow…but still I’d rather waste time listening to “Tangled up in me” while writing crap. Aish, I am so full of crap. Seriously.

Anyway, today I was chatting to a friend who is online 24-7. Seriously, there’s never a time I come online when he’s not on, and he always “nudges”/msgs me – so it’s not that his computer is just running, he’s actually there! And he’s in uni, and in Australia, and even with the different timezones and the assignments (he claims that’s what uni’s all about!) - I still manage to catch him online E-VE-RY time! Seriously… some people are addicted!

Anyway, that’s besides the point. The point is, we had this conversation. He claimed that in relationships, the girls get the better end of the deal. Guys have to make the first move, guys have to pay for the dates (which is hardly the case nowadays, actually…!), guys have to “pop the big question” while all the girl does is sit down, relax and go “ini-mini-miney-mo!”. I admit, this is usually the scenario…only when the girl you’re chasing looks like Jennifer Lopez!

True enough, you do get those girls who have guys falling at their feet like flies. But guys, if you want to be one of those flies, you have to accept the circumstances. I mean, it’s a package deal. You want a hot chick? She comes with competition. When I tried to explain to my friend that perhaps he was chasing the wrong kinda girls, he claimed that he was the “sweet guy” who never gets the ladies. Oh my gosh. I beg to differ! No no no! Not that my friend ain’t sweet…but whatever it is about him that is repelling those girls he’s chasing after – it ain’t because he’s sweet! The last thing on earth that would send a girl running is a sweet guy!

Let me tell you about one of my good friends, let’s call her X. She’s been through quite a number of guys who’ve had the “accessories” – be it looks, cash, charm, etc. But now she’s seeing this guy who is totally different from her usual prototype. Seriously, when I met him, I was like “Whoah…what a swing!” And when asked how she fell for this guy, she simply said “He’s so sweet! Seriously. The guy is just so sweet. Among all the guys I’ve dated, I’ve never been more serious about a guy before.” I rest my case.

And the irony behind this… X used to date the net-addict. So really guys, if you think your sweetness ain’t bringing the ladies…it’s probably because you haven’t quite mastered the art of being sweet.