I don't even know where to start. It's like getting bath water into your ears; you have too much to get out, you're hopping around crazed, but the mind-boggling sensation remains.
Mid-November rang alarms of all sorts; while I was working on the brink of exhaustion putting together a paper with another hardworking groupmate of mine, the others granted themselves leave from involvement on the account that they had papers to sit for and we didn't, popping over random emails of "how's it going?" and "what is there left for me to do?" occasionally. I hope Santa feeds you to his sleigh dogs - you're so much more useful that way. But I can't be greedy, for I was blessed with three other teams of tangible awesomeness. I can't thank them enough. In the midst of it all, my body was learning to fall apart more easier than before - time to go read The Brain that Changes Itself. Apparently the flu caught on more easily, I was feeling light-headed just by taking a crowded bus and I was sadistically suppressing bouts of fever with Panadol. Needless to say, a lot of other stuff start spinning out of control. On hindsight, I wonder what kept me sane the entire time. I never knew I could end my last days in NUS complaining like an old hag.
And not to mention I was single-handedly planning the family trip (a.k.a my second graduation trip) to Taipei. *FRUSTRATION MUCH*
But we made it there anyway.
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| Fisherman's Wharf @ Danshui, Taipei |
Ever since I first set foot on Fisherman's Wharf, I have made myself a promise to return to the "lovers' bridge of Taiwan" to fully capture its glory. To many, it's simply a bridge dotted by bright lights and tourists. To me, it's a symbol of wanderlust and choice, of love strong enough to brave time and tide. Though it would have been complete if you had been there too.
The Taipei trip was a learning experience in every way. From booking the flights and accommodation to filling up the itinerary, I finally had a hand at conjuring a fulfilling trip out of thin air. And I finally put my language skills to use in Taipei and the Hong Kong airport, as well as attempting to baffle the Taiwanese Starbucks barista by ordering four drinks with an American accent. I pity my guinea pig.
Next on the wanderlust list: Hong Kong!
Of course, the movie junkies never go on strike, just out of free time.
I wonder why people like to deconstruct stories and delve into a single character; The Hobbit (coming out in 2012) from LOTR, Wolverine from X-Men, and this time round it's Puss in Boots. Not that it doesn't garner a theater-full of swooning (I wonder if the men "aww"-ed too), but it seems to me that attempting to center a film around a kitty cat begets some huge boots (excuse the pun) to fill. Not to mention my critical analysis skills kicked in the moment Puss in Boots started serenading the other kitties - why in the world would you ever, ever sexualize a fairytale character?
And thank God this was still on when I came back from Taipei. What better way to support local productions than to catch it in the cinema for 7 bucks?
Michelle Chong made the right decision to step out of her acting shoes and into those of a director's. Already Famous might have been dismissed as another rags-to-riches story of a girl in a foreign land, but Michelle brought it closer to home by including cameos by local celebrities, localized jokes and hidden puns. Looking forward to her next film.
Okay I'm wrung dry of words.
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