The Mist MUST WATCH !!!!!

Since the days of 6th Sense, I have never felt extremely exhilirating for any other show till The Mist came about.

Written by the psychotic-looking Stephen King, he brings you into a world of mystery, one that has made me sit up as if walking into the cinema screen, one that has made my heart skip multiple beats and my tears trickle for the lost souls and the hopeless survivors.

Story starts with an unusual storm. One which many thought was a mere freaky weather which will come and go. Life goes on in this small town called Maine. People gathered in supermarket gossiping about Military Projects and hell break loose when a frantic man came running in "There's something in the mist", with blood trickling down his forehead and a fear-stricken face.

Creatures from God-knows-where, they fly, they kill, they suck. Unbelievers snare and claim creatures do not exist in the world. Lips zipped once they saw tentacled creatures eating up a young boy and dead half-body right outside the mart.

Who were these creatures?

Were they part of the Military Project to explore the "other world"

The story heightens with Marcia Gay (acting as Mrs Carmody) - she claims the biblical theory of the end of the world, a sinful world to fall according to God's will and when night falls, death will come knocking.

Irritating and totally unaccceptable in a moment when people were finding ways to save themselves out of the supermart!

Then the unthinkable happens, when driven to desperation, God becomes the pillar people hang onto. Vulnerability drives religion as people started embracing the biblical theories, Marcia became a paster in supermart.

Blood-thirsty creatures rob more lives. Marcia rob their minds through preaching the word of God. The ironic part, the believers wont getting God to save them. They believed death was inevitable for God's will was to punish, hmm..not quite a good light shone on christianity, anyway...

So on one hand you have the hero trying to think of ways to escape while the "extremist" are intending to face death in God's name. Internal rivalry robs more lives, as if the blood thirsty creatures were not enough.

Push comes to shove, a gun shot was heard. Marcia lays dead on the floor - internal rivalry loses ground. Guess what happend at this point? Audience clapped!! Oh mine, how much we hated Marcia the irritating preacher obstructing the lifes of so many!

Thomas Jane (the male lead and the hero) brings whoever he could bring along in the escape route. Quick-witted and smart, Thomas creates emotional highs and lows in this show. Just when you thought they were safe and sound, driving out of destroyed town, the unthinkable must happen.

No petrol. How stupid!

Life came to a stop, Thomas search for bullets. 5 pax in the car, 4 bullets left. Sad, sad, sad. After all the ordeals, the survivors sat in the car despaired, creatures still roaming outside the car. Has life really really come to an end? Is this really God's will, I mean what are the chances of having so little petrol left in the car such that you couldnt even travel more than 300m from the supermart? Oh well, its a show!

4 gunshots heard. Thomas was the only survivor, he screams his lungs out, he runs out of the car calling for the creatures to devour him.

And guess the ending?

Go and watch it!

~6th Sense (show rating : wasnt even holding KP's hands throughout the show)

The First In...

...Many months

That i was actually served sad food at home.
Nothing feels crappier than to come back after a hard day's work and eat really bad dinner (esp when i had only salad for lunch). So here's the menu for tonite:

Staple: Rice (1 Tablespoon)
Main:
- Onion infested prawn omelette (Detest onions - 1 Tablespoon)
- Chicken breast and spare parts (hard meat that tasted like cardboard and the literal skin covering the bones bits) (1 Small piece)
- Corn Starchy Asparagus with shitake mushrooms with oyster sauce (A couple of strands)

Nuff said... Forgive me father, i know that there are many starving Ethiopian children around the world and that I should be thankful. But i really can't swallow them all...

That although i had a job and was working, but feels like i'm doing REAL work now.
I'm glad that things are starting to pick up at work. I feel i'm actually contributing. So though really busy, but it's well worth it. :) That said, i'm kinda peeved that my bonus + pay's not in yet. Major sian-ness...

That I had decided to return to blogging.
Damn Pai Seh *Blush*

...Many years

That I actually had a client screamed her lungs out at me.
Yes, she did! I actually found it hilarious (and it wasn't even my fault). The perils of servicing life! Forever being at the mercy of your clients... So to be or not to be a client. Perhaps lara, you should give that a serious consideration.

That I actually found someone that I can love and having him love me back.
Oh i actually sent a text to my guy, JW to complain of the bad dinner that i had, he called me the next 5 mins to tell me that he's flying over with a couple of small cakes. :D And everyone goes... "Awwwwwwww" hehe... Seriously, i'm glad to have found someone like JW that i can love and get loved in return. He makes me laugh and brightens my day. Gives me a sense of security that no one has ever given to me (i'm not talking monetary). But the sweetest of them all is that He says that he'll take care of me...

So definitely the first in many years... Lara's feeling blissful. :)

~Lara~

How to Screw Up Interviews

#1 Do practise short-term memory loss and keep your candidate waiting while you enjoy a long, leisurely lunch and then proceed to taaaarik those cigarettes.

#2 Do have 3 persons on the panel – a young chap who doesn’t seem to have a vested interest in the interview, a real wheeling-and-dealing CEO and the obligatory female person.

#3 Do not introduce yourself from the onset but only when candidate asked for your name card at the end of the interview.

#4 Do look lost and awkward in between questioning while rummaging through your heads what next to ask.

#5 Do remember to not peruse the resume PRIOR to the interview. All reiterations of the resume and clarifications can be made face-to-face with candidate, prolonging the already torturous interview.

#6 Do ask seemingly intelligent questions such as “What is your perspective on marketing?”.

#7 And upon candidate’s pursue of the context behind the seemingly intelligent question, repeat the question louder as if the volume of your voice would make up for the lack of depth of question.

A lesson well learnt for $6.70 of cab fare and 45 minutes of my life. Cao ah-beng.

~SeamonkeY~

After months of trying

I have finally discovered how 2 persons can fit on a single bed and still achieve a good night's sleep.

Answer lies here below in technicolour details for the rest of you still trying to work out the equation (besides buying a double bed of course):

~SeamonkeY~

I am Amazed

..at how men get fascinated with tools, screws, nuts and bolts and all that circuitry stuff. Anything that test their handyman or mobile skills get their adrenaline shot up to the highest brain cell.

I am sitting now, as I pen in this girly diary of ours, at the infamous rc track at Queenstown. Infamous for "stealing" boyfriends and husbands from the women who wish they were the remote control the man turn twist and manoevre all the time.

Sitting here, watching the adrenaline boys changing tyres, coming back frm the track wide eyed sweating profusely and grinning from ear to ear then turning serious to prepare for the next race, its an eye-opener. These boys, dont need drugs to get high.

As I see cables lying all over the soon-to-fall apart wooden table, boxes of screws and what nots, and the woman who gather around the table with their kids and cleo magazine, me with the IBM. I think such is the meaning of compromise, which I am beginning to understand.

You can only wish you were their remote control. For now, I am just satisfied sitting here learning psychological behaviours and seeking compromise with the man, the BOY I mean.

~6th Sense

Left Behind

It's a bit like being dumped, really.

So along came someone. His pockets weren't deep but you didn't mind because he was free-spirited, stood by his causes and had great taste in music. You thought this was the right one – everything fitted. As time pass, it started to fizzle. Then the speech came I think this is not working out. Its not you, its me. We can hang on for a couple of more months but we can't avoid the inevitable. Heartbroken and apparently oblivious as hell too, you attempted to plough on. Few days later, I can't do this. I'm sorry but you have to move out in two weeks time. I need space. Crushed. Ego bruised. You question about yourself. And then you learned about the sealed truth. It really wasn't you, it was someone else.

Now you walk away. You look for someone new.

~SeamonkeY~

In Transit

6th Sense posed a hypothetical scenario to me which I in turn, raised with Kenneth Cole.

Job A pays 3XXX, offers the same scope of works you are doing now, is in the music/entertainment industry. Job B pays 4XXX, again offers the same scope, but for a completely different (read: boring) product.

SeamonkeY: Which job do you think I will take?
KC: Based on your track records, Job A.

SY: But which job SHOULD I take?
KC: (pause) $4XXX… professional engineers sometimes don’t even make that much you know.
SY: So your answer is B then?
KC: Yah.. it is $4XXX. Job B.

SY: So what’s the job to take as a fair decision for both of us?
KC: (even longer pause) Hmmm....Job A lah. I don’t want you to come back every night and bitch about work. Big house but empty. You need to be happy.

I’m very glad I made the biggest decision of my life based on a really good pair of shoes.

~SeamonkeY~

$^&#%@^&$%

pissed / cheesed / annoyed / bitter / enraged / fuming / hot /indignant/ furious / mad / offended/ outraged / provoked / riled / sore / angry / incensed / boiling / upset / livid

betrayed / heartbroken

~SeamonkeY~

New York, In Love

I only buy books at airports for long flights and since there is still an outstanding fine from the National Library Board since 1992, my current reading materials are now limited to stuff lying around the house – and its quite a fair bit given that my sis stays over pretty often nowadays.

My sis is still hung up about New York since her 3-months love affair with the Big Apple more than ten years ago so its not strange that she is still reading the New York magazine regularly now. I do think I would be as hung up as her if I had been there for a longer while (oddly like the idea that it is one of the very few cities in States that encourage you to walk instead of driving everywhere) but for whatever that I had experience in New York in that short span of time, it was enough to entice me for repeated visits in time to come (fingers crossed!)



In the meantime, I have the year-end double issue of New York magazine that has dished up the third edition of reasons to love NY to be contended with. I'm at #27 and it's a lovely article of how couples who have met on the infamous subway and lived happily ever after http://nymag.com/news/articles/reasonstoloveny/2007/42047/ All the more reason to love New York. Why can't our MRT be like that?

~SeamonkeY~

BBQ-ing into the New Year

What's a BBQ without funny pictures of sausages?

Males do not plan for frivolous stuff such as anniversaries, birthdays, eves of important holidays while females read too much into them. I’m ecstatic just to learn that Kenneth Cole made reservations at a restaurant. I promise to find a balance between both points of view in 2008.

Perhaps as an indication of what’s to come, the new year was ushered in quietly with a corridor BBQ for two. Save for the nagging thoughts at the back of my mind that neighbours would either #1 Call the police to complain or #2 Jostle a spot around the pit with us, BBQ-ing along the corridor was refreshing, intimate and reminded me of kampong days.

I came up with BBQ and KC came up with corridor…still fine-tuning that balance.

~SeamonkeY~