My internal compass has been demagnetized

Just went to catch a movie today, and I have affirmed that I have no sense of direction whatsoever. Vague hints of my defect had appeared when I failed to navigate myself out of Takashimaya with my cousin, but this was the clincher. On our first attempt to reach Cathay Cineleisure Orchard, due largely to my misdirection, we ended up at Tangs. Minor alert. As tenacious as ever, I quickly blamed that on a particularly absorbing conversation I was having, and retraced my steps with the group in tow.

We started off in the opposite direction, only having the faint notion that the cineleisure was somewhere near Paragon. Our hopes were shaken upon our arrival at our beloved landmark, as the cineleisure was no where in sight. In our desperation, we committed the ultimate male heresy of asking for directions. Nothing a few prayers to the kindly gods of gender stereotype won't solve though. Our knowledgeable Orchard guides, consisting of a health shop cashier, a cookie vendor, and a random shopkeeper unanimously pointed in the direction we were moving in. Hurray! A morale booster! We continued our epic odyessy towards the land of moving images. Just to roughly gauge how far we had walked, we started out somewhere near Mount Elizabeth hospital, where I experienced my shortest dental session ever.

After five or ten minutes spent fighting gravity and air resistance, we made it past Dhoby Gaut station, and began to near our destination. Checkpoint done. At this point, it began to drizzle slightly. We hastened to the cineleisure to avoid the rain, and to an extent, the clouds, which we were afraid of, somewhat. When we reached it, we noticed that we were at The Cathay Cineleisure, and not Cathay Cineleisure Orchard. Red alert! If you were expecting an epic journey through the rain, which was pouring down by then, you will be disappointed to know that our nerve failed us. We quickly succumbed to the temptations of the nearby cabs.

We attempted to flag a few down initially, to find that our stretch of road seemed to spawn only occupied cabs. It took us approximately five minutes to figure out that the road was actually an exit for the cab stand at Plaza Singapura. Looking back, although it was slightly humorous, it is hard to see the lighter side of any situation when you are exhausted, hungry, and standing in the rain. We did eventually get a cab though, by crossing the street, and arrived at Cathay Cineleisure Orchard within two minutes.

As for the movie, Iron man was incredible. Apart from Spiderman/X-men, I think it is possibly the most faithful comic-book adaptation I have seen so far. It was well scripted, with lighter moments of dialogue here and there, and most of all, great action sequences with a guy in a cool armour suit, which was generally what the movie was supposed to be about. But the movie was satisfying on a whole, with some clever lines, and an excellently adapted plot. With my advice, we stayed back in the theater to catch the post-credits scene, which involved our beloved protagonist sans cool suit talking to Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D, who was, interestingly, played by Samuel L. Jackson. I could have sworn Nick Fury was supposed to have hair.

We followed that up with dinner, where I've had my first taste of cold udon, which has given me a stomach ache. Nothing a little chocolate can't cure though, although this is probably going to deplete my stocks (which were just replenished yesterday), quite quickly. Oh well, never mind. The holidays are a great time for extravagance, especially when you're with company.

Better than a squeeze ball

There's something about this song that makes me want to sing along with it. I play it when I'm in a upbeat, yet somewhat pensive mood (I play music to suit my mood, not to change it). It is somewhat like a stress reliever in any other situation. Check it out.

James Morrison: You Give Me Something

Technologically inconvenienced

I have just spent nearly half the day figuring out how to get a c-box up. HTML code appears to mock me with its incomprehensible "div"s and " xmlns"s. Considering that I have a practically symbiotic relationship with my computer, I feel as if I have been forsaken somehow. Fortunately, Google came to my rescue, after an hour and a half spent hacking at the code and bruising my pride. The fact that I am actually blogging this shows how intensely boring the holidays are. Apart from leveling in Cabal, I have nothing to show for today's time spent, apart from my c-box. The holidays are not the most fulfilling of times.

Looking at my c-box makes me feel better, temporarily. This feeling lasts for the grand total of 10 seconds, the time I take to type in a blog address, load the page of another blog, and find that practically everyone else has a c-box too. Still, I have my levels in Cabal to show for today, and some chocolate. I don't think you can ever feel unfulfilled with good chocolate.

To start with

With the encouragement of my peers (it's called peer pressure), I have made the decision to start a blog. Laying down a few guidelines will ensure that all readers do not waste some precious few seconds of their life reading some random drivel.

Firstly, I will try my best to avoid using internet slang. I hope that I am not being pretentious by doing this, but I do have some passable reasons for doing this. On top of it being somewhat juvenile, I don't think everyone on the net understands acronyms like "lol" (I have met people who don't. Really). On top of that, I think reading such acronyms requires a bit of effort on the reader's part to interpret. Hopefully, not using such slang will make my posts easier on the eyes.

I will also attempt to blog in simple English. Words will optimally be below four syllables, all in the sake of reader welfare (I am so thoughtful. Brownie point for me!). Not too sure if this sentiment is shared by anyone, but I find large words such as "moribund" completely incomprehensible and awfully tiring to read, let alone understand (That word should have alerted a certain someone to my not so subtle jibe).

Finally, I will ensure that all blogposts are G-rated. I do not use strong expletives in everyday practice, and the same applies to my blog. No one should be offended by the language here, and the same goes for the content. Don't expect all posts to be sugar-coated though; apart from what the blog title suggests, I think self-censorship can only go that far, and I don't think I can please everyone (I deserve a personal viewpoint too, I think).

Now, since I've laid down the guidelines on what to expect (or not, for that matter), let the input of random thoughts begin!