strike a chord.

words-shmords

Oral wasn't as nerve-wrecking as i expected.
In fact i considered myself preeetty calm
when we were ushered into the hall.
I sat at the back of the hall in utmost composure i must say,
well and it felt gooood~
really thank God.

Serendipitously, the topic was one of which i anticipated - education ,
so i guess i was quite well prepared for it.
woohoo~

so anyhoo the beginning of my oral assessment was kinda ironic.

There we were minutes before the oral,
sitting at the back of the hall, slogging to perfect the "th-" sound
in our words instead of making it sound like "d-"

and the teacher, who sat before me and who was about to assess me
on my ENGLISH oral skills..
started with the sentence,
"whad do you dink dis woman is tinking"
T____T
horrible.

so i stared at him for a second or so,
wondering-
is he going to penalise me for pronouncing my "th-" correctly~...?

tsktsk. really.

The Joker&the Dark Knight.

yes, i did catch the Dark Knight.

It was brilliant, considering the fact that the
plot was based on
a comic strip.

Mostly owed to Heath Ledger's head on depiction of the joker,
The entire movie was reeeeal cool~
Sadly he's realistic phsycho-ness overshadowed whatever Batman was doing.

not that Christian Bale was bad,
it's just that he's character wasn't as amusing as the joker's.
(plus this maksed crusader looked kinda chunky in the suit)

Anyhoo, the suspense before the joker makes a kill
really makes your heart skip a beat .
I don't remember any of the past Batman villians being able to do that.

Moreover, the plot was not bad-reeally,
although it stil had a few of those cliche-ish, cheesy, good-truimph-over-evil,
crap.
But hey what's a comic-adapted movie without its cheesy taglines right..?

Despite all this,
The Dark Knigt deserves credit for a worthy film.
I'd say it's th best among all the past batman movies.

Want to know how i got these scars... *sinister laughter*

=D tatas.

blanc.

Upon a blank canvas,
a grey mass began to spread.

Swirling and curling into a transluscent shell,
the almost tangible mist took a dimension.

As it formed inches before my eyes,
the stark temptation of beholding it convulsed me.

Stretching my hand out,
I wrapped my palm around the shaping smoke.

In the split moment,
when my fingers were about to wholly enclose it,

the bouffant cloud pounded inwards,
then escaped in rivulets of tenuous silver linings
seeping through the narrow gaps between my fingers.

As the last breath of smoke faded into oblivion,
all that was left was the canvas.

white.
cold and
blank.
______________________________________________________________

ever felt like that before?
when your looming so close to an idea
and when your just about to get a hold of it,
it eludes you.

it's utterly frustrating.
.______.

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