You have a fine thrust

because i have lost the ability to articulate. skdjaksha;fa;f
along the way i have been steamrolled. in good ways and bad. mostly bad..

the good, the bad, and the queen.

bueno:

• chaat-ing with ma homegurls (from now on, we are R.A.J, capiche?)
• RL Polo slip on's FTW!
• a debater's seal of approval
• walking into a wall of abs while scuffling for a ball
• our sachin is staying :) so is rugger boy who mauls uhn-juh-li but i'll forgive ím for it any day(can you say 'double standards')
• roc-a-fella "diamond cutter" hand signs captured on ze Lomo.
• studded belt+ skinny jeans+ converses combi.
• tv shopping, as in literally shopping for a tv..fo' real. not the QVC kinda tv-shopping haha (its only in retrospect that you realise what an awesome evening you had).
• deliberately avoiding the sightline/gaze/stare of the fierce looking indian box-office aunty while pretending to be 18.
• 300 is T3H SEX! -more on this later.
• equivalent lateness aka perfect timing HAHA. (wanlin if you ever get to read this, i heart you so much, the love runneth over)
• bumping into a very bald anand aka "bestower of Sachin the scab"
• cherian georgeeee!!
• moot courts, velvety robes, political jibes. the gloriously colonial architecture; how regal and fitting.
• annalakshmi. The Sambar mafia. and cos we went at such a weird time all they had was uthapam and thosai..party poopers! but in my quest to educate my non-indian friends on indian food, this one was a silver star on the chart
• sugar at swensens (duh, thosai wasnt enough!). who gives a flippin prata about diabetes!
• slazenger gloves for 7 bucks, Adidas shoes for 90 bucks, 2 boxes of maxfli Noodle balls for 45 bucks, taylor-made rescue woods and wedges at even more insanely marked down prices...*faints*
• nike merge uplift in pink and black :)
• panacotta from bakerzin
• swallow-your-heart-in-anxiety hole no. 18 at the last day of Singapore Masters which lead to a playoff (playoffs are always awesome cos the person who cracks and loses composure first stands to lose hundreds of thousands in prize money. its sick, but its lip smackingly exciting *evil grin*)

mauvais: failure at the ability to form a proper, non-anglicised sentence in my mother tongue for da cameraz. that was just..heartbreaking. the ignorance on my part and the waste..its as fucking tragic as HUBRIS GODDAMIT. sitting through narcissism at the highest level. being in the same clothes and makeup for 10 hours ++ straight..

you know what, fuck the bad stuff. moving along...I'm far too busy shouting "THIS IS SPARTA" at people

the queen: i mean, the King/demi-god(pictured below)

intoxicating. stunning.

highly stylised and artistic cinema..with music vid elements. the soundtrack is so egdy! as i mentioned in my plug for 300 in January, the trailer music was good enough reason to go watch it and boy oh boy, did it surpass my closet electronica fetish. its so gritty and harsh and just perfect for the style of the film..PLUS, major plus point coming up here...electric guitars \\m// the layering of sounds coupled with arabesque vocals where scene-appropriate...perfection.

i actually watched all 4 episodes of Spartacus(the tv movie) on HBO (?). how is that relevant..i can't rmb *scrunches face up in thought*

Do you remember the first time you saw Gladiator? Do you remember how fricking cool it was? Maybe I'm just a geek, but I don't think I was the only person who watched that and kept saying "phalanx! that's a phalanx!" and "box formation! that's impenetrable!".

Do you remember Maximus walking through the fields, trailing his hands through the wheat as he walked? There's a lot of wheat scenes in 300

Remember the blood and guts? Oh my dear God it was gross. However, the arterial spray (and it's accompanying squishy sounds) was more cartoonish than graphic, so it was alright. The decaps were pretty revolting though.

the saturation and the highlights and the shadows and the one liners. every bloody scene could make an awesome poster/wallpaper. The cinematography is second to none for a movie like it....make that almost any movie.

the battle choreography was absolutely stunning. this movie makes you want to fuckin' scream and beat the shit out of everyone. get ready for a testosterone overdose. prepare yourself. its full of manly-flesh and Troy is SOOO Pwned (Legolas is wimpy ass shite!).

who cares about the acting?! (though i MUST make special mention of Lena Headey as um..the wifey, who is badass to the max and holds her own.

Loud, bombastic and in your face. perfecto.