I Heart Chips

Apart from a lot of other things too, but I love chips. Like I don’t think I can live without eating chips. It’s weird, and I’ve tried it too. Just couldn’t carry the not so long lasting legacy forward.

So chips, chips and more chips. If you ever find that I’m mad at you, or you need to saunter my temper down to a more human level or just want to make me happy, chips is the way to my heart.

And I will never forget you if you ever give me a packet of chips just like that, for no reason.

x EdgyShark x

Dempsey Does It Best

I needed to watch *something* while having breakfast and turns out that 10 in the morning, the channels don’t really have anything to offer. So I switched to HBO and just stayed there since Patrick Dempsey was dancing in a tux with Michelle Monaghan.

And here’s a movie that really brings out the feminist side of men. You don’t have to be macho all the time, guys. And it’s really no big deal being Made the ‘Maid of Honor‘.

Eh, you’re still being ‘honored’ anyway. Thrive!

Even though he tried to play the part of a manly-womanizer, Dempsey (Tom) couldn’t really do it because he is just so innocent and soft. The movie follows the lives of these two best friends with Hannah having a little thing for him and he being too busy to reciprocate, snazzing up his bachelor pad. Oh, and he’s a rich New-Yorker, who probably made some stupid invention to get the deutsche in his bank account, (I missed out all of that because I tuned in late.)

Hannah’s all sad because he doesn’t even look at her that way, so she goes off to Scotland for some art project or something and leaves him back in NY with his basketball playing buddies. Yeah, there’s definitely a lot of basketball.

In her absence, Tom realizes that he’s actually in love with her and wants to be with her. So he waits for her to get back to propose. And as predicted, Hannah meets a hot Scottish at the moors, who subsequently turns out to be a Duke, and bringes him back to NY with her, to plomp the news on her best friend, that she’s tying the knot with the Scott.

The promotional poster gave anything away? Yeah, Hannah asks Tom to be her ‘maid of honor’ and the movie follows with him trying to show her that he’s changed and become mature and that he’s ready to settle down. But the Scott’s no less.

Also, he’s the one who’s playing Poseidon in Percy Jackson. (Kevin McKidd, he.)

And Tom realizes that the Scott’s richer than him, is strong enough to throw a tree a few hundred meters away, and can even beat him at basketball by dunking. But he just somehow convinces Hannah towards the end that he IS the one for her, which is not really giving the movie away or anything, because the script wasn’t really that clever or shrewd.

The music could have been better. Really, whoever did it, just doesn’t know his softwares. And Oasis’ Stop Crying Your Heart Out could have been cut shorter. It just went on and on. And on. And well, let’s just say there are a few hundred typical New York American songs that could have been a part of the soundtracks, here.

Also, I like Michelle’s hair. Only not when she’s in her wedding gown. All the other times. And Dempsey needs new clothes. Because he can only be seen wearing the same three shirts throughout the movie.

All in all, typical, squishy cushioned, Dempsey-doughy chick flick. Worth my breakfast, anyway.

x EdgyShark x

Cullen’s A Barbie, Jackson’s A God

I just finished with the third book in the Olympian series – Percy Jackson and The Titan’s Curse, and frankly, it was quite entertaining. Not to forget gripping. And I’m really into Greek mythology now, it’s far too interesting an aspect to simply leave out of my agenda. So fourth book, I’ll begin with in a couple of days. Before that, though, I tried googling the movie, and I was sad to find out that it’s not going to be releasing before 2010.

The cast shocked me. All the main characters, who are actually supposed to be 13 and 14, are in reality 21 and above. Except Percy, who’s played by Logan Wade Lerman, who is 19. They could’ve picked ME to play Thalia! *sniffs*

Pierce Brosnan is playing Chiron! And all the other Gods also seem pretty impressive! I don’t know, the movie should be pretty awesome.

Take a look for yourself, click here to go to the official website. And if you’re REALLY as into it as I am, then maybe the thought of waiting for another two years is going to push you into Hades’ realm. Here’s a video of the trailer:

The Olympians – VERY hot.

Also, you’ve got to take a look at the newest Barbies that have hit the shelves. If you want a hearty laugh, that is.

Moving away from heroic goodwill and Olympian hotness alerts, twilight is back. the Cullen and Swan barbies think they’re the new things that sizzle. Here you go -

Yeah, you can’t miss this.

x EdgyShark x

Clouded Thought

I’m still lying around here, stewing in my own mess (as Mrs. R would have put it,) in my moo pajamas. And I feel like someone’s punched my lungs and clogged up my already miniscule-sized alveoli.

Whatever that meant.

I was under the impression that’s I’d be spending this extra off-day at the Cha Bar, soothing my throat with some Rum tea and cheesecake as mentioned yesterday, but I woke up with my parents hovering “You’re sick, where’s the thermometer,” in mid-hushed voices. My head hurt. Worse than that actually. You know what it felt like? Flo Rida’s “You spin my head right round,” in it’s literal sense.

So I just kinda slept around the whole day. And when I didn’t feel like doing that anymore, I finished with Percy Jackson. After which I logged onto facebook and realised that the rest of the world that I *do* know about, is suffering the same throat hurting-legs paining symptom thing that I’m currently going through. And those who aren’t feeling sick that way, are feeling sick on a different level. *looks suspiciously at Syd.*

After which it struck me, that I’m not human. I mean, all this while I was under the impression that I wasn’t human anyway, but like, I thought I was a hep alien.

Now I feel as if I’m a half-God. And no, these aren’t the after effects of Percy Jackson, although I daresay I’d felt witch blood flow through me after Harry Potter.

“Mom.. I think I’m a half-God.”
“Yeah, you could be.”

That’s it. That’s how my parents treat my skepticisms. Maybe because they don’t want me to be attacked by Medusas and Chimaeras and get sent away to Half-Blood Hill. Or maybe because they want to deprive me of the excitement that could follow.

I’m telling you, this is probably the reason why I fall sick so much, despite resistance, and few relatives harping on and on about the importance of home-food, even though I must mention to them that they should stop giving un-needed advice to others and look at their own consumption needs. Because my diet ONLY includes milk, and cucumbers, and rice and vegetables. Which is it.

(FYI, I hate it when people provide you with non-required advice. Uhhh, irritates me to the core.)

Anyway, getting back to my doubts, as I walked through the terrace with the rain drizzling on my shoulders, I kinda had a feeling Zeus was sad about something. Since he is the lightning God and all that. Not angry or anything, no thundering too. Just slightly upset about something.

Maybe about the fact that I’ve been using up the last ten (or more) years of my life trying to crack math problems and not help him in his quests. Maybe that’s why lightning and the purple sky’s always intrigued me so much.

Earlier, I’d just think it was Voldemort getting mad or something, but now that I know he’s dead, therefore mortal, it can’t be it.

I’ve really got to give this some thought. However my head hurts. Maybe I’ve got ADHD or something of that sort. Now, now, I’m not attempting to be some sort of an Annabeth wannabe or something.

Zeus, Hermes, Poseidon, Athena, Ares, Dionysus, Apollo, Artemis, even Hades.

I have a feeling I’m their kin.

x EdgyShark x

The Dionysian Debacle

I’m aware 90210′s somewhere got that name.

I need right now, some wine (or maybe that’s just too obnoxious, and in that case cranberry juice .. uhh, no.. a long island iced tea or something,) and my own loft/penthouse-ish place.

And I need to drown in Enigma. In case you’re wondering whether I’ve joined forces with the dark side, it’s not the drugs, it’s the music. Lovely, flowy music. (And the dark side merely consists of double choco chip cookies, Angular Momentums and Breitlings like Syd. It’s just sinister when you’re talking about it. Otherwise, it’s like my man Friday thing.)

Also, I began the Percy Jackson series last night. As fifth grade as it sounds, it’s really helping me catch up on my Roman Gods. And there’s ALWAYS room for more information/knowledge. And Dionysus, Zeus’ son, is just sexy. You know, the way he’s described and all. Wine, and hotness and everything.

Death Cab is back in full force. And so’s my drumming. This is what I wanted to tell that woman (mentioned in Numbness: http://thecharmingfreak.wordpress.com/2009/07/27/numbness/)

“Good morning freak woman/band manager lady, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sick of being a part of Spaces Limited because well, it’s more like a commercial unit and nothing else, also I miss Mrs. Biswas, who basically was the definition of an excellence seeker. Also, I’m simply sticking around to not play the drums for you and get nothing but smack criticism, but to prove things to myself. And I’ve come a far way.”

Oh yes, Toxicity’s amazing.

x EdgyShark x