I went to watch this with my sister today, she'd read the book so was definitely more enlightened than I was as we got into the theatre to see the film.
I think it's great cinematography, amazing graphics, fast paced, beautiful soundtrack, suspense filled moments but the same cliched storyline you can expect from a Dan Brown novel. There's an attack on the whole religion of Christianity, the Vatican city has been threatened to be under a siege, priests and cardinals are in conflict and there's a hero with the knowledge of every symbol, sign and the entire history of each nook and cranny of the cathedrals of Vatican City.
Interesting and the 2hours and 18mins quickly fly but it can be tiring to watch, they run around from one church hallway to another, dialogue is long winded and the vast amount of coincidental inside knowledge Langdon has is a bit cringe inducing- it's a bit too convenient for my liking, overall great for Dan Brown fans who want to see the words on the big screen, slightly tiring for ADD members of the audience like me.
theory #1
27 May 2009
Labels: summer, theoryI have a theory that pigeons are MI5 agents who roam the world and spy on the rest of us bystanders.
today's generation
15 May 2009
Labels: 2009, generation
We are the generation of communication, we network busily like bees setting up profile pages on websites which gather a little too much information, we tweet our daily, habitual routines and make idle chatter with our cult followers. We blog of anecdotes, obsessions and random news articles which perk our interests for the day. We text, email, chat on instant messenger and still wonder why we're so out of touch with our loved ones.
We are the generation of shopping, we scour shops for the best deal and still drown in debts. We set up paypal accounts for safer internet buying, we mock fashion mishaps and govern our wardrobes according to gurus who dress worse than the celebrities they ridicule. We are a superficial, vain, sheep nation, blinded by the harsh reality of a penniless, drowning economy and still wonder why we're still wanting more and more.
We are the generation of change, we saw a black president elected and loved, we laughed in the face of pandemic flu, we bravely sent our soldiers out for a cause we're still so unsure about today. We toppled tyrants and burnt memoirs in the futile hope that all pain would be erased. We whined about facebook changes and silently accepted them as a result of our addictive ways, we embraced new faces and mannerisms in the desperation of moving with the times. We adapt, mould ourselves and transform in this fast paced life and still wonder why we're still standing in the same position as ever before.
We are the generation of shopping, we scour shops for the best deal and still drown in debts. We set up paypal accounts for safer internet buying, we mock fashion mishaps and govern our wardrobes according to gurus who dress worse than the celebrities they ridicule. We are a superficial, vain, sheep nation, blinded by the harsh reality of a penniless, drowning economy and still wonder why we're still wanting more and more.
We are the generation of change, we saw a black president elected and loved, we laughed in the face of pandemic flu, we bravely sent our soldiers out for a cause we're still so unsure about today. We toppled tyrants and burnt memoirs in the futile hope that all pain would be erased. We whined about facebook changes and silently accepted them as a result of our addictive ways, we embraced new faces and mannerisms in the desperation of moving with the times. We adapt, mould ourselves and transform in this fast paced life and still wonder why we're still standing in the same position as ever before.
We are today's generation, yesterday's hopes and the future's bygones.
what i love
12 May 2009
Labels: love, me, summer- warm hugs
- long conversations
- comfortable silences
- inexpensive meals
- great company
- happy cousins
- loud football match times
- teasing friends of their bad taste
- cute cupcakes
- grocery shopping with mum
- scottish accents
- interactive seminars
- mushy chick flicks
- one sitting novels
- bright ipods
- edible babies
- sunny park picnics
- drives at night
- awkward people happy together
- reality show critiques
- freebies at uni/city centre/anywhere!
- fresh strawberries just washed
- exclusive perfumes given out free
- winding up sales people
- posh ladies with no money
- cheesy adverts
- inside jokes
- yellow cars
- wintry walks alone
- embarrassing stories told which make me blush
- texts with just a smiley
- comfy blankets
- marshmallows and cream on hot choc
- freshly baked cookies
and much more
:]
worth it all
8 May 2009
Labels: musings, starsbehind the clouds
peeking shyly through
were the brightest stars
which brought me to you
my day
2 May 2009
Labels: me, weirdness
It's been an amazing, strange and interesting day.
I always think chronicling my life is little sub par for blog material but I just thought to myself that one day, when I'm old and wrinkly, sipping my green tea and rereading Harry Potter4 [yes, this is how I visualise my old age to be like] I will sign in to my blog and read my posts, I'll probably cringe at my below average writing skills and pathetic attempts of mattering on the interwebz, but I think I will be satisfied that I actually bothered to type these little anecdotes of my life so I can reflect and embrace the personality I once displayed online.
I got up pretty early for a Saturday morning, parents were in the kitchen making a big breakfast for us. They're so adorable with their synchronised ways, one will toast the bread while the other will scramble eggs, or they'll simply stand over the stove and take turns in stirring or whatever you do in front of a pan of breakfast foodstuffs. We all ate and just had the regular breakfast banter, exchanging plans of the day and getting money off dad. It's pretty smart to ask for money then, he'll be eating and usually on the phone, occupied and in a good mood- brilliant combination!
My sisters and I had made plans with family friends to go bridal dress shopping, obviously we weren't going to actually buy anything, just browse and then report to mother dearest for design and price final decision making. We set off with nothing really in mind, my sister wants something simple but elegant for her wedding, and the colour has to be ivory. Dunno why but I was happy to oblige with pointing out anything which resembles ivory.
After traipsing round six to seven shops, I was so hungry. I kept bleating, 'When are we going to eat?!' and 'Omg, if we walk into another shop I'm going to scream' of course, my screams were quickly stifled by the sound of an ice cream van. I think I gorged on twister ice lollies and callipo ice shots a little too much before we even sat down at a restaurant.
We ate to our full and then browsed a little more. Once I got home, an old friend rang to tell me she was in the city and would be great to link up. I met up with her and as I waited for the bus home I could feel my skin itch. It was a creeping, tingly sensation on my neck, I scratched it and could feel my skin scorching hot. I felt such a horrid sensation of itchiness everywhere. I sat on the bus and gripped my bag so my hands wouldn't scratch my burning skin.
I came home and looked in the mirror, my whole face was tinged pink, on my arms and legs were mumps-like spots, all raw and angry, demanding to itched. I couldn't resist, I tore at my skin in desperation. I could feel my breath quickening, the mumps impersonators were persistent, my fingers hurt from the scratching. Since the house was empty, I had no one to ask for an opinion. I thought it would subside with creaming but it was pointless. It stung like hell and made scratching difficult as my nails couldn't reach my skin without slipping down. I just grabbed my towel and got into the bath.
As water cascading down my skin, it slowly cooled the raw spots scattered over my skin. I sighed. Finally, the irritated sensation subsided and I felt a little calmer.
Weird. I went to my aunt's for the evening meal and I told mum about it, she said this has happened before, maybe I'm allergic to something but I just don't know what. Whatever it is, it's pretty freaky.
I always think chronicling my life is little sub par for blog material but I just thought to myself that one day, when I'm old and wrinkly, sipping my green tea and rereading Harry Potter4 [yes, this is how I visualise my old age to be like] I will sign in to my blog and read my posts, I'll probably cringe at my below average writing skills and pathetic attempts of mattering on the interwebz, but I think I will be satisfied that I actually bothered to type these little anecdotes of my life so I can reflect and embrace the personality I once displayed online.
I got up pretty early for a Saturday morning, parents were in the kitchen making a big breakfast for us. They're so adorable with their synchronised ways, one will toast the bread while the other will scramble eggs, or they'll simply stand over the stove and take turns in stirring or whatever you do in front of a pan of breakfast foodstuffs. We all ate and just had the regular breakfast banter, exchanging plans of the day and getting money off dad. It's pretty smart to ask for money then, he'll be eating and usually on the phone, occupied and in a good mood- brilliant combination!
My sisters and I had made plans with family friends to go bridal dress shopping, obviously we weren't going to actually buy anything, just browse and then report to mother dearest for design and price final decision making. We set off with nothing really in mind, my sister wants something simple but elegant for her wedding, and the colour has to be ivory. Dunno why but I was happy to oblige with pointing out anything which resembles ivory.
After traipsing round six to seven shops, I was so hungry. I kept bleating, 'When are we going to eat?!' and 'Omg, if we walk into another shop I'm going to scream' of course, my screams were quickly stifled by the sound of an ice cream van. I think I gorged on twister ice lollies and callipo ice shots a little too much before we even sat down at a restaurant.
We ate to our full and then browsed a little more. Once I got home, an old friend rang to tell me she was in the city and would be great to link up. I met up with her and as I waited for the bus home I could feel my skin itch. It was a creeping, tingly sensation on my neck, I scratched it and could feel my skin scorching hot. I felt such a horrid sensation of itchiness everywhere. I sat on the bus and gripped my bag so my hands wouldn't scratch my burning skin.
I came home and looked in the mirror, my whole face was tinged pink, on my arms and legs were mumps-like spots, all raw and angry, demanding to itched. I couldn't resist, I tore at my skin in desperation. I could feel my breath quickening, the mumps impersonators were persistent, my fingers hurt from the scratching. Since the house was empty, I had no one to ask for an opinion. I thought it would subside with creaming but it was pointless. It stung like hell and made scratching difficult as my nails couldn't reach my skin without slipping down. I just grabbed my towel and got into the bath.
As water cascading down my skin, it slowly cooled the raw spots scattered over my skin. I sighed. Finally, the irritated sensation subsided and I felt a little calmer.
Weird. I went to my aunt's for the evening meal and I told mum about it, she said this has happened before, maybe I'm allergic to something but I just don't know what. Whatever it is, it's pretty freaky.
bleeding hearts
Labels: movement, palestineStealth is his weapon,
Bravery is his armour
Hatred is his motive
Stone is his heart
Servitude is his strength
Loyalty is his honour
let not the forgotten soldier weep in solitude/the cries are not fallen on deaf ears/size and magnitude stands for nothing with/this ever lasting faith within us.
/I haven't forgotten you, Palestine.
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