post-Troy.

first of all, let me make it clear: i do not usually like action-packed blockbuster movies. their not really my thing.

and yet, i went to watch a supremely over-hyped, publicity driven flick and gawd, am i glad i did!

at first, i was like oooh, brad pitt naked - cool! then i forgot all about the genius costume designer and her strategically 'loose' tunics for the guys cuz honestly, eric bana and peter o'toole were fantastic in the movie. as actors, they were simply wow. and of course it doesnt hurt that bana is rather good-looking as well.

pitt carried of his role as achilles well but it cannot be denied that the former two were simply better actors.

*sniff* everybody i liked died and to add um, salt to the bloody injury, orlando bloom DIDNT.

stupid annoying kid.
this movie has only confirmed how much i do not like the roles that he plays. i thought he was rather bimbotic in lotr and in pirates, an asshole for *gasp* abandoning jack sparrow [ie. the Reason why i watched the flick] and generally annoying and in this one, the wimpy kid brother who gets his whole country into trouble and indirectly causing the death of both his father and brother. and even worse, he then killed achilles even though he had saved his cousin! what an eeee-deeyot!and geez, it was painful to watch him challenge the enemy on a one-on-one battle and pathetically losing; the guy was clinging onto the leg of his brother who in the end, as usual, had to save him *rolls eyes*.

and here's something to note and i dont think ints something to be much proud of though. i cried during the bloody movie. er...and it seemed to make logical sense to because I thought they were valid tears but uh, i suppose not because i asked around among those who have watched it [and YOU 0 reader who i hope tp ask on the future; yes im asking you to watch it] and they admit that it was heart-wrenching but yeah well, its just me.

i dunno...the fight scenes really disturbed me i think. im rather desensitized to all those war and huge bomb explosion thingys but the battles and clashing legions of men in heheh, short skirts and armour weilding elogated toothpicks looked too real and struck a nerve i suppose cuz i kept relating the scenes to wars presently going on and how they were dying as well.
so THAT already managed to rouse me emotions. --"
but what really turned on the taps [hey hey, not GUSHING okaaay - more like dripping] were the moments of horrid injustice when the literally good hector died and was dragged off cruelly to the enemy camp and when king priam swallowed his pride and went to arcilles pleading for the body of his son so that he would be allowed the honourable funeral that he deserved and was later on cowardly stabbed in the back by the asshole argemennon.

it was all a gradual build-up to amazing scenes saturated in emotion and symbolism and hey, its not my fault if you only notice the gore and hot guys. Hail the director and screenplay writer.
its not often that a blatantly mainstream movie manages emotional and um, deeper depth and i suppose THT'S what makes the movie so wow.

note: i ddnt watch the Gladiator cuz i dont like russel crowe, mwaha.



..or maybe, the reason for my supposedly misplaced teariness strikes closer to home.



the Exams.

honestly i feel like im abandoned in this huge desert without the pretty sky at night and cute camel [who am i kidding? they're SO not cute.] and im not panicking like i do normally and looking for people or an oasis where people are willing to fan me with giant leaves and feed me grapes where i dont have to think about the vascular bundles of the said leaves and what the fleshy pulp of the grape developed from and how the flower was friggin fertilized.
instead, ive kinda collapsed on to the ground, curled up and going to sleep so that i wont have to bother or think about my dismal and abysmal situation.

ie. i have given up.

this is baaaaaaaad.
and even then, my reaction to this trauma isnt as bad as my results itself. this is how shitty things are.

and the thing is, we KNOW its simply going to get worse from now on. two weeks in june will be spent with 6 hours daily of school and timed practice. when school re-opens, hell will unleashed.

oh man oh man, why ddn anybody warn us??? oh wait, that's right - they did.
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on a lighter note, the ickle kiddies [ie. lower sec, the annoying buggers all of 'em] had their cheering comp today.

the cheering comp[ompetition] for the unenlightened is a school tradition and no, dont go imagine well executed leaps, splits and gymnastic stuff and girls in short skirts. generally, the quality is BAD [admittedly, my class was one of them mwaha] - a bunch of disorganized kids screaming out lame cheers in even more lame formations wearing their class tees.
the better ones [and our year has several] are however, REALLY good. still, no typical american high school rah rah-ing but what we DO get is a performance of utmost wackiness with funny song-cheers and co-ordinated 'dancemoves'.
an annual event that really is a sight to behold. ...sad though that my memories of participating only manages to make me cringe *sighs*

ANYWAYS, the kids [oh how i enjoy calling them that; i revel in the superiority that age places me mwahahahahaha] were running through their routines after school ended and geez - they SUUCK.
their pom-poms were limp skinny things and the cheapskates that they are, didnt even bother to have a class tee.
most importantly, they were SOFT. tsk.
at our worst, disorganized and lacking uh, creative vision, our year at least was always loud but these textbook-memorizing people were truly sad.
so a bunch of the guys from our year started cheering from the fourth floor where we were all slacking in the corridors. 20 or so guys and they were more than thrice louder than them and i wonder whether the kids figured that we were in fact, dissing them.
*beams* i felt a surge of pride and affectionate fondness for the ruckus-causing and at the least, rule-bending attitude of my batch because the sad truth is that we are the last of the students who know school is largely about having fun and we all know that's by bending the rules as far as possible and mwaha what the hell, breaking them.