The human heart with it's astounding twists and turns.
Unpredictable.
Why is love like a fugitive?
It runs, runs away.


I'm developing this bad habit where I dont write down my thoughts anymore. And so they get lost in the commotion in my mind and I feel so unaccomplished at the end of the day. Few conclusions are drawn about trivial and not-so-trivial matters.

It's for the best I tell myself. Cos like I've told abs, people who are different often get trapped in a pool of disagreeing minds.

They tell me my conclusions are shallow, but how can it be when it has more dimensions than theirs? When it has been tackled by angles unthought of?

Does it bother you when I say the aforementioned "they" are merely the self-doubting, self-deprecative voices in my head?


Anyway.....

It's not predestination or free will, it's predestination and free will.

I'd much rather it be predestination.
For then I won't have to be answerable for my decisions.

pretty.darn.funny.

and if you ask me, better than the new version of "we are the world" HAHAHHAHA

Ahh but no one gets it!! no one who reads my blog know what PCR is haha.. ada maybe? yoohoooo.. :D

the inner geek (ok fine maybe it wasn't inner at all) is surfacing!! what with the adenine and uracil love bond fb status and the polymerase chain reaction song?.. i better get a high CAP this sem -.- im totally immersing myself in my work!!

and now for anatomy sighhh...

Good news: I didn't freak out seeing a dead man's penis and testicles (should this be censored? bahh it's plastered all over my notes so it's just a scientific term so wadever)

Bad news: I gotta memorise stuff about it

summer break summer break summer break... the only thing that keeps me alive lol

ciao for now ):

The inquisitive mind is on a quest
Unfolding the layers of mystery
Insinuate an alluding innuendo
Vigilant citizens, hearken thee

Yet perhaps sometimes it's all in the mind
A wordplay, a symbol, a coincidence
What is perceptivity but a mere illusion
When things are seen in absence

To unveil the depth of a matter
How brilliant we would be
But when there your heart is also
Digging for treasure is too easy

And to the mysteries of the mystic
Interest barely bothers to scratch its skin
God's word at face value is aplenty
Just a ticket to heaven with my Heart of a Queen

How deep, how wide, how long
The heart will never know
For the heart does not seek to know
To uncover the mysteries hidden in the pages, now that is something.
Yet often we think that the word of God is confined to something the alphabets can convey.
And the scales that fall from the eyes of Saul are the scales that shroud yours.
If we would all recognise that every word is God-breathed, how much more would you respect it?

Extricate to delve deep.
That shall be my mission!
If authors of best-selling books can do it, why not me?
Why can't the mysteries of God be opened to me?
So yes, I will strive to have my eyes polished and shined to crystal clarity!
:)

my turn!

ahh... Alice in Wonderland. I had my doubts going into the theater. Afterall, Tim Burton has a maniacally long track record of taking books and spitting on them.

Well as we all know, I'm not very organised. This is more of a rant than a review really. But here goes..


Before moving on to the possible interpretations (conjured up by my inferior mind, so they are mere theories), we have to take apart the pieces that make up the puzzle. And may I add, puzzling it was...

Visual&Sound
Well, without a doubt the visuals were amazing, not-so-subtle touches of Burton's fingerprints everywhere. Whimsical but with restrain, not over the board. The soundtrack would not deserve a two thumbs up from me but it complemented the backdrop and themes well. Overall a visual treat. That is if you weren't paying attention to anything else.


Acting
The girl who played Alice, I didn't even bother looking her name up, fell flat. Completely short of all the other characters who were more captivating in their own ways. She almost faded into the over-dramtised backdrop. Strong-willed came over as pushy and I found her not in the least bit pretty.

Depp was a disappointment as well by the way. Annoying to a certain point, possibly due to the self-indulgence he engaged in. Capturing the essence of the Mad Hatter? Maybe.. But I think after the success of Capt Jack Sparrow, Depp tends to play up the whimsical factor a tad  way too much. *insert memory of Willy Wonka* BUT that being said, there is no one else on the face of the earth who can do what he does. Still a fan, always will be.

Red Queen certainly did not fail in the attention grabbing portion of her job. However I would grant the make-up, costume and CGI effects that honor. Her acting which encompasses a lot of yelling, I could've done.

Anne Hathaway is gorgeous. (I just felt the need to say this hahahha)


Alright alright let's get to the part that matters.


Interpretations
Without taking into account the possible innuendos that were hidden in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, at the very basic face value, the book is about a girl who discovers herself and matures with every step through Wonderland, with every charater met.  How is it then that Burton made Alice a "chosen one" with a destiny of slaying the Jabbawocky? Alice was made to have a predestination without much space to discover herself. The disgracefully weak attempt at infiltrating the book's message was made by the blue caterpiller and his "hardly Alice" speech. But really, fail.

However, since Burton made it clear this is not an adaptation, he could have hidden his own. After mulling, Burton could have insinuated that the Mad Hatter became insane due to post-war trauma of some sort. Visible when he lost his former life-of-the-party ways after the White Queen lost her crown. Implications to the impending world war looming above our heads maybe?

Also, the final war took place on a chessboard. A twist in the "All the world's a stage" quote? Entertainers, chess pieces, we are one and the same. Participating in something against our will from succumbing to the pressures of onlookers or because free will is somehow lost. It doesn't matter. A far stretch perhaps but this is my guess, with my past experiences blended into the mix. (:



Review
While some may dismiss this as a gag-worthy waste of money, I won't write it off just yet. Afterall, it did give me something to think about. Albeit not in relations to the movie plot or interpretation, something did strike me. When Alice's douche of a suitor told her to stay silent if she didn't know what was appropriate, I did smirk to myself. Silence seems like such a hard thing to keep.

Overall though, I would give it a 2/5? Points deducted for the possibility Burton is a train that has gone off the tracks and all forms of interpretation would be an over-rate of his mind. Also, I read in an interview done before the world premier that had him say while making the movie, he discovered he was insane. Reeling himself into relations with the repetitive notion that lunatics are the best kind of people perhaps? Self praise is no praise Mr Burton.


Dear John anybody? :)

I must be an idiot for not password protecting my private blog.. and when I went to my profile page, I saw that it garnered like 80 hits.. like WHURT?! I'm crossing my fingers hard that all the hits came from the pre-private-blog days.. gahh, I thought no one bothered, like really no one.. bahh I piss myself off haha ):

anyway, in case you didn't know.. yes, this blog is whored out.. for rants and such.. deal with it..

btw, shout out to ada.. * pats back* there are reasons to smile everyday, we just gotta look for it.. :D <- this is cos i saw your comment.. heehee


whims and fancy time~
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Fantasy, make-believe, fiction.
Fairy tales if you may.
Do you believe in magic?

Detractors of happily ever after are cynics, they are afraid of saying out loud that the glass is half-full.
Afraid, yes you heard me right.
Fear grips their tiny little hearts as the thought of letting go creeps into their minds.
Letting go of what you ask?
(yes, i'm gonna be typing this way from now on cos apparently sneaky people read my blog without leaving footprints!! so i'll assume my blog's kinda wildly popular without my knowledge and henceforth ima gonna be addressing an audience haha.. private blogs ftw)
Control.
Mmhmm, my future, my fate, my way.

Sometimes the end being a mystery determines the way we live.
To take the reins or to go with the flow.
Going with the flow allows a touch of miracle.
I choose the miracle.

A connection that is made between two people can go either way.
Call me a hopeless romantic, but sometimes a spark is all you need.
Love is then built on that spark to make it a roaring fire to snuggle around and make smores with.
Afterall, love is an action now isn't it.
Emotions are over-rated. It cannot be trusted. We are a fickle generation.
But emotions can give rise to revolutions.
And a wise man once told me revolutions are the ones that stick.
Yay romanticism with a dash of practicality.
Cheers to over-convoluted brains!
Now who's left to clink glasses with me?
( i am proud and narcissistic like that haha )

One-sided extremes irk me ALL the time.
Be broad-based people!
Shallow minds take a three dimensional object and confine it to a single face.

p/s:  I recognise the mess in structure, i'm usually more organised in writing.. this is random afterall, so forgive me..

Someone once told me the grass was much greener on the other side.
Well I paid a visit,
Was it possible I missed it?
Seemed different yet exactly the same.

 Till further notice,
I'm in between.
But from where I'm standing,
My grass is green


And if I were to stop trying to peep through the hole in the fence, I would take a look at the grass I am standing on. Then perhaps I would find myself on a field of emeralds. Who knows? They both reflect the same spectrum of the rainbow anyway.

The wounds are still fresh. Too fresh.
And they need time to heal.
And they will heal.
That is if we stop picking at the scabs.

I want to be completely objective when I say this.

Do I agree with the decision? Honestly no.
Am I happy where I am now? It's no Acts 1 I'll say..
But am I trying? Yes.

And I hope y'all will be able to say that.

Ultimately I am accountable to God and God alone.
I am responsible for my own spiritual life.
I want to be completely blameless before God.
And to be blameless, I do His commands.
When that encompasses "submitting to authority" I do it.
Because I fear and revere the Almighty.
Not cos I respect or agree with them.
But cos I want to OBEY God.

Cheesy yes but not irrational. Great throught has gone into this.

If I am responsible for my own life, and they are theirs, then when we all meet Him I want to be able to say I did my best.
I did try.
Whatever happens after my utmost effort ( and be honest about this now, it's not like God can't see your hearts ) is not my fault.

But if I didn't try, I allow a blame to be put on me.
What if I did try? Could the results have been different?
Questions that don't matter at the end of a failed day.
So why ask?

At the very end, God will vindicate us if they were indeed at fault.
But for now when ambiguity sets in like a thick choking fog, no one knows who's right or wrong.
Right now, what the right thing to do for us is to go in with open hearts.
For the possibility that the decision made is right still remains.
And till the day that possibility dissipates or otherwise, we will go into this with positivty and a heart of obedience.
To God.
Not to Man.

Obey Him.
And remember, to not try is to fail.
To try buys a chance of success.