Yeah, I found out after all these years; Bustin’ makes me feel GOOD.

Something happened today that made me very happy. A couple of hours later I realised that the happiness was something like a glorious puppet show, which is wonderful to look at and get lost in; magic, wonderment and lights. Then, when you remember that they’re just socks on a person’s hand, the magic just ebbs away.

Kill-show, I suppose; it’s the same as knowing the tricks to a magic show before hand. Nothing works.

Finally settled down to read A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon, and having finished it, found 6 empty pages at the back of the book, which purpose escapes me. Normally a publisher will deck it with excerpts from another book or with book order forms or with interesting adverts. 6 empty pages is strangely peculiar, and a little fascinating. To top it off, A Spot of Bother is about the subtleties of going insane very politely, and it got me wondering if 6 empty pages might mean something more than just pointless filler space.

Next, I’m going to try and really finish The Harmony Silk Factory. I’ve started over twice and each time I just managed to reach half of the first part. And now that I’ve forgotten everything (expect, perhaps, the Amazing Toddy Machine), I’ll just have to start from the beginning.

Quote of the week:

“This is a sign, Stuart, like the burning bush, except its a carburettor and I'm not Moses. But it's telling us something: Let your people go!”

- Snowbell the Cat (or Nathan Lane in another voice-work master class) -

That’s from Stuart Little 2, which I’ve rewatched with the first one a couple of days back, out of complete boredom and sheer curiosity if I can like a children’s show now that I’m watching it as an adult. For odd reasons, I laughed really hard when I heard that.

(To which Stuart Little, the intrepid Little brother and stout-hearted mouse, replied by saying; “We’re not giving up!”. And off he went to find a balloon to carry him up to the Pishkin Building to rescue his good friend Margalo the bird.)

I’ll be honest; I still enjoyed both movies. I guess if you like something young you’d still like it when you’re older.

This, however, does not apply to Michael Bay’s Armageddon.

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When I grow up, I want to be a Ghostbusters.

Of course, the most I could do is probably purchase a life-size replica of the Proton Pack and run around KL in a jumpsuit (and get mobbed and assassinated by our local bomohs, who’d figure well enough that I’ll ruin their businesses, directly or indirectly).

Or pick up Ghostbusters: The Video Game, and play it with the intensity of finally being able to live out a childhood dream in virtual simulation, the way all of us will be able to with nanotechnology in the near future by having a special nose inhaler.

The game is a blast. And the fact that it’s written by Dan Akroyd and Harold Ramis, who penned and created the movies; and also that all the actors from the original returned to do voice work (no Sigourney Weaver and Rick Moranis, though), makes it the crème de la crème of every Bustin’ fan.

Too bad it’s short. I ran through it in 4 sittings. That’s 8 hours.

(In the gaming world, that’s close to ripping off your money).

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Some Jin Bora (or Bora Gene, as she is known internationally - thanks, Amber :P) before I head to bed;





I can’t find anymore of her. Youtube only has as much in good quality.

Right, time to crash. Goodnight people.