A Day In The Life Of An Oblivious Ape.: February 2009

Wicked Aura Batucada IN THA FRICKIN HOUSE. WOOOOOO.
Check it.

Pics from my Multiply, from Aliah's Multiply:

And here are some pics from Zat's Multiply:

Yesterday was a BLAST. Surprised little miss fangirl over there - well, it wasn't a complete surprise but hey, at least I tried, right? =P The other bands there were...well, awesome time killers. Yes, no doubt, some acts were highly deserving of praise and talented as well, such as the bossanova number by Olivia Ong, the vocals on Aurigami (with their Ramli Sarip-lookalike on the guitars), and, of course, Trella. But none beat the superb musical force that was WICKED AURA BATUCADA.

Yeah, they only played three songs from their repertoire. I won't reveal the songs, since this is gonna be posted before the actual TV broadcast. Despite that, I was pretty disappointed; I mean, I've seen them at one of their best moments on stage before, and this wasn't one of them. The constraints of the studio and that whole broadcast hubbub was what probably hindered the energy. *SPOILER ALERT* Plus, they really should have played You Make Us Wanna. =(

Awesome show nonetheless, guys. I'll be looking forward to more gigs, and so will your fangirl. =)

When I saw you through these eyes of mine
They met not those that were tired or pined
But really, of beauty divine.

The day's end came, we had to part
Our fingers parted tips, but our hearts did not
Then again, have they ever?

You may not think you have the softest touch
But I'll tell you now, I don't think as such.
And I'm probably the one who doesn't look like much
Still, I'm yours.

Sure, they say the times are tough
They probably haven't seen it get really rough
But I'm sure having you beside me's quite enough
'Cos I'm yours.

As for your scars, the job is mine;
I'll be healing them all as they come in time
From here forthwith, everything'll be fine.
You know why?

'Cos I'm yours.

Best. Valentine's. Day. EVER.

Well, so far, of course. =P

And, I'm glad you liked the presents.

I miss you.

I MISS YOU.

Aughh, the agony.

And yes, I'll wait till after 2 weeks so we can go to Gramophone. =)

Sorry, I just had to get this out of my system. =P

Saturday night was a very special night, and especially interesting. The cousins, me and Suzie went to catch a late night movie at eHub. The movie choices available were... limiting. So we decided to catch Punisher: War Zone since it was probably one of the least sappy and crappy-sounding movies there (Wedding Game, anyone?).

It's pretty much a remake of the previous Punisher movie (the one with Thomas Jane as the eponymous vigilante); this time Ray Stevenson takes up the mantel of Marvel's very own self-appointed judge, jury and executioner - emphasis on executioner. But then again, aren't they all? =P

This time the villian's Jigsaw, a horribly disfigured Billy the Beaut Russoti left for dead after one of the Punisher's many brutal assualts.

Suffice to say, this movie is not one forthe weak of heart - or weak of stomach, for that matter. Just five minutes into the movie, viewers are treated to one of the most gory 30 seconds of video ever to be seen on a silver screen. Quite frankly, I have never seen that many people killed in such innovative, quick, gory, gut-filled ways in such a short span of time - and all done by a singular individual with a thing for bladed objects and shooters.

Story-wise, its pretty basic. Punisher fails to kill Billy during one of his raids; he goes after him; attempts to kill him in a glass-crushing machine; he fails to do so; Billy comes back as Jigsaw; Jigsaw goes after an innocent family; Punisher comes in to save the day. Yep, I think I pretty much covered everything. See what I mean?

I guess the draw here for this movie comes from the action packed killing scenes, brought to you courtesy of the Punisher himself. They're all very original, I must say. Stuff like shooting a rocket at a parkour artist/criminal in the middle of a somersault, stuffing the barrel of a grenade launcher through a door and firing at the group of thugs in the room, curb-stomping the head of a downed thug - the stuff is all gold. But it's sure gonna leave a stain on that ol' noggin. Urgrgh.

Punisher: War Zone certainly lives up to its namesake, delivering death to the Mafia in the typical gory and brutal fashion. It does, however, need to realise that testosterone-filled action scenes do not make a good action movie. And that's the take from the general audience.