It wasn’t until he did his first scene shirtless in the first five minutes of Breaking Dawn Part I that the burlier-by-the-second Taylor Lautner would remind me that “Hey, WTF? I’m watching a Twilight film!” As usual, since I was up for some escapism-directed, feel-good stuff, I’d admit that I’ve been amused by the movie. It was a relief emo!Bella Swan had vanished off. Here, she’s just like a normal American teen pretty giddy to taste her first. ( Read more… )
At 1 AM last night while we were laying out an entertainment magazine, my officemates, out of mocking, played oldie songs one after the other. And by old I mean the likes of Rick Astley and Olivia Newton-John. Then Fat Larry. Little by little, they noticed my face turning sour.
“Who’s Fat Larry?” I asked.
One of them, in his late 20s, answered, “OMG. Your musical knowledge is soooo limited! You don’t know who Fat Larry is?!”
“Of course not!” I reply in defense. “Do you know The Drums?”
I’m writing this now just because I feel like writing. At almost 1 AM on a Sunday, following a scuffle between rains and winds, the weather draws to a calm. As I patiently wait for my torrent download of Misfits to finish, I suddenly feel the urge to string my thoughts into words. It’s that moment of the day (or night) when a writer just wants to write. The urge radically becomes a need. It becomes romantic and dangerous that before I even know it, my fingers are touching the keyboard of my ratty computer like a hormonal teenager yearning for another to warm his flesh.
Wrote this over the weekend. Ironically, after I typed that period that had stopped the entire paragraph, I already ran out of thoughts to type. Tss. Fail.
