Prepubescent girls at a chick flick…

Okay, this post is actually a much overdo rant.  It is regarding the movie ‘Twilight‘.  Well, I’m not going to rant about the movie, because it was just a movie.  In general, not bad not great.  Run of the mill stuff.  Anyway, getting back on track here.  What I am going to rant about is the excess enthusiasm presented by prepubescent girls.

Her Majesty and I were watching the movie on opening night, or at least within the first 2 – 4 weeks, I forget because I watched over 18 movies since last year (in theaters).  At any rate, when you go to a chick flick on opening night, and that chick flick’s been hyped up for the longest time, it’s a given that seating will be scarce and that the good seats have already been filled by ‘die-hard’ fans (bandwagoners most of them).  Regardless, we were able to find two seats 2nd row from the towards the left-hand side of the theater, right-hand side if you’re going up the stairs.  Behind us, unbeknownst to me, was a pack of prepubescent girls, and that token guy that you’re not too sure is a guy until you get a good look at him when the lights go on.  Well, I didn’t think much of it, until the trailers ended and I had gone back with fries, popcorn, and drinks.  I believe in the importance of having enough food to last you through a movie without having to get up.  Once the trailers ended and I was comfortably in my seat, I heard a screeching sound of sorts.  I thought the theater was collapsing and the steel girders were about to break.  Unfortunately, we were not about to be crushed to death, for that would have been a much better alternative to what was to come.  The screeching sound was the result of the group behind us yelling things like ‘I love you, Edward’, in regards to the movie’s protagonist, and ‘Marry me, Edward’, and even ‘I want to have your baby, Edward’.  A few points they did not consider before voicing their thoughts aloud: 1.) they were yelling at a movie screen, the only Edward who’ll hear you is the guy who’s been made fun of by his buddies for having the same name as the protagonist from the greatest cash-cow since the Harry Potter series 2.) if the actor who did portray Edward (same guy who was Cedric Diggory in the other cash-cow series) decided to marry or impregnate any one of them, he would have gone straight to jail for they were no more than 14 – 15 years old.  Although this was annoying, we, as in their fellow movie-goers, were courteous enough to allow them to shout for a minute more.  Once the movie got going and ‘Edward’ appeared, everything just went to hell.  Not only did they shout, they also jumped up and down without caring much about the people around them.  This was when most people’s patience wore out and they were met with many variations of the more courteous: ‘Would you please be quiet and let us watch the movie?’.

By the end of the movie, people knew exactly where to turn when there was unwelcome noise.  Although it is in my nature to be kind, caring, and compassionate, I was about 10 seconds away from stuffing their arms down their own throats.  That much being said, I have avoided going to chick flicks and if possible, sitting near prepubescent girls.  Oh, and the worse part of this was the fact that one of the girls’ laugh sounded like a donkey braying.  No exaggeration.  I honestly thought a donkey got in the theater somehow.

And that’s why you don’t watch chick flicks while sitting near prepubescent girls xP

The value of a good book…

I was just looking through my pitifully small collection of books earlier and realized something.  I really need to upgrade my bookcase with new books.  Books with more depth and overall sophistication.  No Harlequin romances or even ‘do-it-yourself’ type books.  I mean, literary classics and soon-to-be literary classics.

Although I gripe about my collection of literature being absymal, to say the least, the books which I do have ownership of are books which I can read over and over again without tiring of them.  The majority of my collection, I must admit, was from when I was in elementary/high-school.  Namely from grades 5 – 10.  Although you’d expect books such as The Cow Jumped Over the Moon, the books which I was into were more akin to The Great Gatsby and The Count of Monte Cristo (the unabridged versions of course).  During this time, I believe my absolute favourites were ‘The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes‘.  I can honestly say that I have read, and enjoyed reading, this collection over 20 times from cover to cover.  Just thinking back on the stories, I can still recall the mixture of anger and sadness which I felt from imagining Holmes supposedly plummet to his death in his struggle with the evil Professor Moriarty and the inexplicable joy of finding out in the next story that Holmes did not fall to his death at the Reichenbach Falls, but that he merely feigned his own death in order to solve more ‘serious’ crimes.  At any rate, what I’m trying to get to is the fact that my collection of books, albeit ‘dinky’ and unglamorous, are gems.  Their value, to me at least, is in the range of priceless.  Not the books themselves really, but the content.

I have a tendency to add books which I have read in school to my collection.  But honestly, who can recommend a good book better than an English teacher?  Grade 12, in Accelerated English, we read 3 novels which I still have (one of which is the school’s copy): The Kite Runner, The Namesake, and The Stone Angel.  Never have I enjoyed reading material from the school curriculum more than in that year.  The Kite Runner and The Namesake contrasted The Stone Angel quite well.  All three books were my ‘favourite book’ for the longest time.  I’ve re-read them so many times and brought them to so many places that the once immaculate pages are now tattered and dirty.  Oily fingerprints on the pages are reminders of the battle between eating a not so wholesome meal of fried chicken and reading.  In the end, a compromise was quite evidently reached.

When I read a book for the first time, I usually skip the details.  I like to know what I’m in for, if it helps you get an idea of my thought process.  Long descriptive paragraphs are bypassed as long as I can pick out keywords to link Paragraph A to Paragraph C.  However, once I have finished the book, I go back to the beginning and start over again.  This time, I savour the book.  I let the heavily adjective-seasoned descriptions take me in.  From sights and sounds to taste and touch to taste, I let nothing escape me.  If you watch Futurama now and again and have watched the episode with the ‘Scammer-Aliens’, what I do is pretty much ‘sprunge’ the book.  Picking at its every morsel, allowing nothing to be left untouched.  If the book is a cow, I am a pack of hyenas, picking at it until all that’s left is bones.  Now that you know how I read my books, is it any surprise that I’m able to find something I overlooked or look at something from a different perspective pretty much everytime I read it?  Books, to me, are like really complex puzzles.  Complex in that you really have to get your head around them and even though you may ‘solve’ it, you’ll never really truly understand how you solved it until you’ve solved it a few more times and take apart the solution while you’re at it.  Even at that, there more than likely are a thousand different ways of looking at a book; therefore, a thousand different solutions.

All in all, books are awesome.  Turn off the TV or Youtube or whatever and pick up a book.  Plays are too.  Especially ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’.  Yes, I’m shamelessly promoting my taste in literature xP Here’s a link —> YouTube – The Importance of being Earnest 7 You might want to start from Part 1.

The inner-workings of a mad man…

So right now I’m in English class.  Yes, I know, I should be discussing the questions the professor assigned us with everyone else.  But honestly, why share my thoughts with other people when I can blog my thoughts to myself?  Cause honestly, no one, aside from Garvi-poo, reads this blog xP

This is where I start my rambling:

Blogging’s great.  Definitely.  No doubt about it.  But when a person is blogging, hehe, nearly typed out ‘plogging’, what are they thinking about?  Who are they thinking about?  When you write an essay, you think about what your teacher wants to read.  Or at the very least, you would write it in a way that would get you the highest mark possible.  So, when you’re blogging, who are you writing to?  Personally, I don’t really think when I’m blogging.  I just type.  I let whatever comes into my head to just flow out my fingers, much like how saliva flows out of my mouth when I’m hungry and I walk by a steakhouse *drool*.  Anyway, this is where it gets to me.  Why blog and basically post your personal thoughts so that other people can read them?  Is it to allow people to take a glimpse into your mind?  And if so, why would you even want that?  I always found that dark and mysterious to be more interesting.  That’s why stalking’s so much fun!!  You have to actually do work to find stuff out about people.  However, having said that much, I have to say that I do find the inner-workings of a person’s mind to be extremely interesting.  Hence my interest in the field of Psychology and my undying love for debate/arguing.

I blog for the sole purpose of preserving that which I already rant and rave about.  Actually, I lie.  I also blog to gauge how my writing and thought processes have changed.  Weird right?  Yeah…well, that’s me.  I do things for reasons which aren’t necessarily normal.  I’m not really normal xP

This post, I realize, probably does not make much sense.  Not very cohesive, nor is it very interesing, but what do you expect?  It’s meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!

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Okay…time to do a quick update on yesterday, March 25th, 2009.

Bombed my psychology midterm.  Crazy hard.  Then went home to search up restaurants for the night’s outing.  Decided on ‘Trattoria Italian Kitchen’. Picked up her Majesty from work at 5:00 and began the trek to the aforementioned restaurant.  Her Majesty originally intended for us to eat later because she wasn’t hungry yet, it was about 6:30 by then.  Parked a few blocks away, started walking.  There was wind chill, so her Majesty decided that it was alright to eat early.  Good thing too.  Sat down, ordered, looked at door.  Line-up with about 8 people in about 3 or 4 different groups.  Talk about good timing.  She had the ‘Passport’ meal, which consisted of a risotto starter and a salmon entree.  I had a beef dish avec le fromage and a shell-pasta stuffed with cheese in a nice little sauce.

The meals:

Her Majesty’s meal started with the risotto.  Quite good.  Flavourful, perhaps a bit too salty, but good nonetheless.  She likes her food saltier so I guess it works for her.  The salmon was DELICIOUS.  Great sauce and cooked to a perfect medium-well.  Seared on the outside so it’s nice and crispy.  Definitely something I’ll try cooking in the future.

My meal started off EXTREMELY well.  A plate full of thinly sliced beef tenderloin atop a generous portion of hot, mashed-potato like consistency cheese and dandelion leaves.  The beef was very nicely done.  Just cooked along the side, but pink, not red, in the center.  Thin slices easy to stuff my face with xP  Balsamic vinegar drizzled on top of the well-spiced dish.  Delicious.  The pasta I ordered was good, but not up to my expectations after having had the beef tenderloin starter.  Portion was quite small, 6 pieces of shell-shaped pasta about 1.5 inch long and a half inch wide stuffed with cheese and some other stuff.  Quite a bit of garnishing, and the re-appearance of the balsamic vinegar.  I have nothing against balsamic vinegar, but it kind of became ‘excessive’.  Took away a bit from the overall flavour of the pasta/cheese/sauce.

Dessert was the best.  Her Majesty bought a double chocolate cheesecake and surprised me with it (I had bought a mango one, which we had later on at night).  We had a quarter, saved a quarter, and gave half to the staff.  Excellent cake, very chocolatey and cheesy.

Oh yes, we also had SPARKLING water.  What is it you ask?  Simple, water with bubbles imported from Italy xP  Interesting thing to try, definitely, but not something I’d drink on a regular basis.

So overall, a good time, for me at least.  Hope she enjoyed it too.

At any rate, class is over soon, so I shall be bidding myself ‘Adieu’!

Poop!

Yes.  Poop.  Why poop?  Well, poop because that’s what I’ve been picking up for the past 2 days, not that I’m complaining.  Not my own poop, but our (being Vivianne and myself) bunnies’ poop.  They are freaking pooping machines!  They poop like mad and what’s worse is the fact that Bella (aka Jiu Yeem) tends to poop and piddle AROUND the gawd darn litter box.  I move it to where she last pooped and what does she do?  She poops BESIDE the box -.-’”  Ah well, ’tis the joy of pet-ownership.  At least I don’t have to deal with diapers or gigantic lumps of shit.  Bunny poop is quite interesting.  They’re usually little round balls of brown with some hay in it.  I would honestly rather pick this up than hedgehog poop or dog poop.  Cat poop looks nasty too.  What is most  disturbing about the bunnies though, is their urine.  Yes, their pee-pee or if you like, their piss.  It’s creamy looking, like a cream of mushroom soup, but light-brownish yellowish.  What really got me was the fact that they EAT while they POOP!!!!  I find that mildly disturbing, but not more disturbing than the fact that they…DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN!!!  EAT THEIR OWN POOP!!! Yes, nasty, I know.  I was looking at them while they were pooping, and then I notice one of them nibbling on something.  I thought it was the hay in the litterbox.  It wasn’t -.-’”

Anyway, the bunnies have officially taken over my upstairs kitchen.  Cost a fortune to set them up, but I guess it’s worth it.  Some companionship when I’m alone, regardless of the fact that all they do is eat, poop, and sleep xP

I think I’ve talked enough about poop.  More of my thoughts to come in a little bit.  Sitting in English class listening to a lecture on ‘materiality and grounding’ in The Kappa Child by Hiromi Goto.  Good book.  Good course.  Good prof.

That which drives one to kill…haha…drive…-.-’”

First post on my new blog, thanks to my buddy Remixboy.  Anyway, I’ve always had a thing against Richmond drivers.  Actually, I have a thing against most drivers on the road today.  Perhaps it’s not fair for me to judge them, I mean, I’ve only been driving for the better part of 3.5 years.  These other people on the road MUST be doing it right and I’m just a whiny little beetch, because there’s NO WAY that people who’ve been driving on the streets of our fair city for decades, can be doing anything wrong.  I mean, true, the licensing book and exam states that you have to SIGNAL before turning or changing lanes or pulling over, but the book’s being constantly revised right?  There’s no way for people who’ve been driving for 2 or 3 decades to change to these new fangled ideas, such as stopping at a stop sign or looking both ways before turning or shoulder checking before a lane change.  That’s just ridiculous!  What it comes down to at the end of the day is, everyone’s in one piece and we get from A to B.  So what does it matter that Taiwanese or Chinese housewives don’t really have licences?  Who cares if clueless and disoriented drivers barrel toward you at 70 km/h before realizing that they’re in the wrong lane?  The fact of the matter is this, we all get home at night and we have some adrenaline to feed off of on a daily basis.  If anything, we should be THANKING the Richmond drivers and those we consider ‘bad drivers’ for keeping us on our toes.  We should thank them for not paying attention to the road so that WE may pay even more attention; thus, making us better and safer drivers.  Realistically speaking, we can’t all drive the same way.  Oh no.  If we do, driving would be horribly monotonous.  Sure, it’d be safe to be on the road as both driver and pedestrian, but it’d be BORING!  Let’s face it, the Honger kids in their Rice-Rockets aren’t driving erratically or dangerously just for the heck of it.  Not at all!  They’re teaching us a lesson in living life to the fullest.  They’re telling us that, life is a highway and the only way to go is fast and half-crazed.  So the next time some kid in his riced up Acura Integra decides to cut you off on No. 3 Road in Richmond, don’t yell obscenities out your window.  Instead, show him some respect by giving him a wide berth, because as you know, he WILL go up in a blaze of glory, and when he does, you don’t want to be caught in it.  Anyway, I don’t want to dwell on the good which supposed ‘bad’ drivers do for society.  I’ll talk more about that later…if I get home in one piece after going out.

As you all probably know, there was some snowfall last night, not enough to really cause me any worry, but just enough to ensure that I was awake and cautious for drivers who want to test my reflexes on the road.  Thank you, by the way, to the 2 or 3 Chinese housewives that almost ran me off the road, I really appreciate the exercise you gave me.  Anyway, what really annoyed me, to put it delicately, is the fact that, even though there’s literally no snow sticking to the ground today in the Lower Mainland, there were snowplows going every which way.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that we have a few functional snowplows, but the fact that their timing is totally off really bugs me.  For example, when my car was rendered obsolete by about 4 feet of snow in December/January, where were these very same plows?  I mean, it’s not like they were unprepared or anything.  Snow was being called for in the forecast for a bloody week, it’s natural to assume that the government would’ve taken a hint, right?  Perhaps we’re not paying civil servants enough? *guffaw*  At any rate, seeing the snowplow reminded me of how everything’s going wrong in Vancouver/B.C./Canada nowadays.  Depressing.

On a happier note, I think I’m going to adopt a pair of bunny rabbits!  Should be good!