The Fault In Our Stars

I’ve told quite a number of people that I won’t want to watch ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ because everyone is hoo-haa-ing over it for the past few weeks and claiming that ‘it’s the best love story ever’, and of course, ‘the saddest of ’em all’.

I remembered that back in school, Crystal once asked if I want to watch this movie, I replied ‘No’ straight right into her face.

“People should give more credit to Chinese romance movie because it’s much better and equally, or even much more saddening than those coming from the Western countries.”

I quote myself saying.

Indeed, I find Chinese movies too under-rated compared to English-speaking movies. Maybe people love the US of A more than they like Taiwan and Hong Kong. So I thought, ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ might just be as over-rated.

I refused to watch it in any circumstances.

Even when I was told that everyone in the cinema was suspected of using too many tissue papers that it was difficult for the cleaners to even pick up the litters afterwards, I stared at whoever who told me that and I laughed it off.

I still think that doesn’t make sense at all.

Everyone might be wondering, ‘Why did I watch it in the end afterall?’

Thanks to Nicole. I was suppose to meet up with her in the afternoon to pick up the camera that I asked her to lend me. And then, on the night before, she told me that she’ll be meeting up with Ratna in the morning at 10.30am to watch ‘The Fault In Our Stars’.

So, she jio-ed me.

At first, I was really contemplating if I should really join them. I was thinking, what if I really cry? I was thinking, what if I run out of money before the end of this week. (Alright, there’s no linkage between my thoughts because I am random like that.)

Since I still have to wake up early, travel all the way down to VivoCity to pick up the camera (because I really need it for my assignments), I might as well join them for a movie. I really want to see how attractive is the movie that makes it such a topic of discussion throughout Twitter for the past few weeks. And ya, how sad it really is.

Of course, not to not mention, to see Ratna because I haven’t seen her for like few months already (Someone was having Malay Lit lesson when we were celebrating Nicole’s birthday earlier this month).

as according to Nic.
(Here’s the story behind the name ‘Trioll‘. The three of us makes a trio. And the two girls were always get trolled by me. Hence, trioll. :’D)
Let me talk about the movie.
Everything seems kind of like ‘as usual’ at the start. Normal American novel-style story line. 
Maybe more than an American novel-style story. It sounded more like a American BIBLE-STYLE story instead. Why? Because the starting when Hazel Grace went for the church support group, it looked like a freaking promotional video. I mean, the front part is a little bit too holy and christianised for me. Ok, maybe the power of God keeps them going and that’s the Western culture. I respect that. Haha.
Before anyone starts criticising me and labelling me as an ‘anti-Christ Satanic bastard’, I need to point out that I kind of like the spirit where everyone knows that they are being supported by one another in the support group.
Let’s move on.
I admit I was sitting down there, eating popcorns and then almost dozing off during at least half of the entire show. Maybe such shows ain’t really for me. But that’s when I start focusing on the technical part of the movie (I think all, or at least, most, media students have the same problem not to be able to watch a movie in peace). And on other small little tiny parts in which no one would ever notice.
But I couldn’t remember much about it because I was still enjoying my time eating popcorns.
Alright. I shall try to remember some.
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1) I realised Augustus was wearing a red underwear in this scene where he brought Hazel Grace for picnic.
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2) The production team tend to love Japanese-brand cars a lot. Hazel’s mother drove a Honda. And Issac’s ex, who is Monica, drove a Mitsubishi (as you can see the one that was being thrown with eggs by the three of them towards the end of the movie).
3) For those who have yet to watch, this scene is about the father (Mr. Lancaster) trying to console Hazel after Augustus passed away (If I didn’t remember quite wrongly). Now, as the camera focuses of their faces, take a look at his eyes. He seems to be very awkward.
And here’s something I don’t quite get it. Not sure if it seems to defy logic or anything but…
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THE SEX SCENE.
According to the movie, she was suffering from Stage 4 Thyroid Cancer with metastasis forming in her lungs. And she can been seen having breathing difficulties climbing the flights of stairs at the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam. That means her lung capacity is quite weak for her to even do strenuous activities.
And then I wonder, how did she even survive having sex with Augustus.
I mean that process is rather strenuous for the human lung especially when the G-spot is hit or during er… organsm. As reported on The Daily Mail, men burn an average of 4.2 calories per minute while women, 3.1 calories per minute. Maybe that doesn’t prove much, but hey, it is more strenuous than walking. While according to Harvard Health Publication by Harvard University, ‘If a man can walk up two to three flights of stairs without difficulty, he should be in shape for sex‘.
The problem is that, she can’t.
So how is it possible for her to even not suffer from pleural effusion, like the one she suffered from week before heading to Amsterdam, during the course of sexual interaction and intimacy.
Maybe, it’s the power of the mind.
Let’s not get this discussion any further.
Let’s move on to Issac, Augustus’ friend who suffers from eye cancer and eventually becomes completely blind as a result.
I was telling Ratna how swag he was wearing the sunglasses.
I find him having an uncanny resemblance to Rick Astley, the one who ‘trolled people before it was cool’.
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Okay. Issac’s nose ain’t as sharp as Mr Rick Troll.
As I was finding fault in the movie, people around me were taking out tissue papers and blowing their nose. The whole row to my left were mostly crying. So did the row behind me. I nudged Ratna who was seated on my right, “Look behind.” And I started laughing.
And then I looked at Nicole. Crying so quietly at one corner.
I smiled and tried to say something to spoil the emotion. 
I know I just that evil.
I admit, I was feeling damn sad but I told myself not to cry because of what I’ve said to many people earlier on.

“What if I go in and laugh throughout the movie?”

Ya. Now you know why I was focusing on those rather irrelevant parts of the movie. Because the comedic parts are there.
Guess what’s the saddest part, which I forced myself not to cry?
The Eulogy Part.
The part where Augustus got both Issac and Hazel down to the church to ‘rehearse’ for his funeral.
Nicole was crying at that part when I turned to her and said, “Next time, I will invite you to my rehearsal.” I was then showed the finger.
Actually, what I like about the movie is all the quotes. The quotes which as you think about it right now, it is either very cheezy or that it is really sad.
But this scene makes many goes into the roller coaster ride of emotions.
Issac’s eulogy to Augustus was well, the kind of Issac-style humour with a rather touching mid-part before ending with Issac-style humour again.

Issac: Augustus Waters is a self-aggrandising bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.

Augustus: Seventeen.

Issac: I am assuming you’ve got some time, you interrupting bastard.

(Issac paused for a while before continuing) 

Issac: I’m telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonance of human waste production. And he was in vain: I do not believe I have ever met a physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. But I’ll say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.

(Here’s the funny part)

Issac: And then, having made my rhetorical point, I will put my robot eyes on, because I mean, with robot eyes you can probably see through girls’ shorts and stuff. Augustus, my friend, Godspeed. 

 Then, I hated Hazel for making the comedic moment so short lived.

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“Some infinites are bigger than other infinites.”

“You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”

How touching can this be. I know, everyone was tearing up. I was there, enjoying the literature in the eulogy, telling myself not to be that mainstream.

However, the most touchiest one is this:

Van Houten, 

I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time – and from what I saw, you have plenty – I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.

Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. 

I want to leave a mark. 

But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but 

(a) they don’t remember you, and 

(b) all you leave behind are more scars. 

Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.(Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.) 

We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless – epically useless in my current state – but I am an animal like any other. 

Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either. 

People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm. 

The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invented anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. 

A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse. 

What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

– Augustus 

I almost broke down here. I sat there silently, for the first time during the screening. The last second – third sentences spoke my heart. I sat back reflecting. Yes, everyone gets hurt one way or another. But who did you give the rights to hurt you? I had made such decision before. I cried. I emo-ed. I even went into the process of self-deny. But I like my choices.

I need to admit I am falling for all the quotes from the movie that I think I am going down to get the book after publishing this post.

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Bandung Dinosaur

The Upper Thomson Cafe Hoppers Gang from AMKSS was at it again.
About three months since we last met up, we were all back at Upper Thomson again. And nope, not Fat Boys again, because we decided to have something different.
We went to have some prata at The Roti Prata House.
Upon seeing the menu, one thing surely caught my eye: Bandung Dinosaur.
Sialah. Bandung with Milo Powder.
Okay, at least I didn’t exactly blurted it out. But I was really wondering if such combination really makes sense. I looked at the other three of them, I pointed it to them.
We had a hard laugh before I decided to get that for myself. And then the girls were gave me that face:
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Something like this. But their eyes are not that big as the guy featured in the meme. :’D (Don’t kill me please) But Eddy just like to try food stuffs that are extraordinary (er… Maybe not things like scorpions or bugs lah). But I swear Bandung Dinosaur sounds really appealing. 2 of my favourite drinks combined into one. Probably this is the ‘Yuen Yang’ of the Indian culture, or it is according to me. 😛
The food came and the ‘highlight’ of the night came along:

Allow me to introduce to you, Bandung Dinosaur.
Actually, it’s not bad. I mean I like the taste of the drink and the powder, but separately. As long as these two aren’t mixed together, the entire beverage still taste pretty legit. I could easily have called for a second cup. 😛
Let’s take a look at the other food we’ve ordered.
The Mutton Murtabak.

The curry is really nice!

Elyssa’s plain prata.
Elyssa suggested that we take photos.

The NP Gang. Stefanie and I. I know I am like a traitor here, wearing SP tee-shirt. :’D

The SR Gang. Elyssa and Sheri.
After having prata, we went to the Salted Caramel shop next door to have ice-cream waffles! 
I love this shot a lot. Alright, here’s the photo of our waffles with salted caramel ice-cream and peanut butter ice-cream. 😛

Nicole’s Birthday!

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, NIC!

5th June 1996, an angel was born.

5th June 2013, I still yet to know her well enough. She was just, at that time, a classmate to me. Someone, whom was more like a hi-and-bye friend.

5th June 2014, I finally able to celebrate her birthday with her for the first time, and of course, not the last time.

It is really surprising how things have changed for the past one year. Just only one year, 365 days. From some stranger-friend relationship into one of my closest princesses (or Queen, as she would always like to be called).

The moment I gave up mugging alone at The Study back in SRJC after the June holidays, I wandered about the school before I decided to go to Good News Cafe (GNC) to have my lunch, I think. There, I saw Nicole and Ratna.

“Don’t mind if I share the table with you?”

This was the sentence that changed the relationship between they and I. Of course, I don’t know how exactly, I ended up sitting with them for the next 4 – 5 months, until the day I decided that it’s time for me to leave the hectic and moral-diminishing JC life.

My JC life wouldn’t be memorable and pleasant without these people. They just added colour into my originally dull life. They added hope to my seemingly worst year of my lifetime.

Before I get carried away reminiscing my life as a member of 13-1SR06, I shall introduce Nicole to all of you, whoever who are reading my blog. Actually, she need not much introduction. For whoever who had been reading my blog, you will know that Nic is one of my closest bitches.

Yes. I used the term ‘bitches’.

Because she can be really bitchy when you get on her nerves.

But she’s a really good friend afterall.

Because, I tend to be more of a bitch to her most of the time. (well, that’s Eddy for you! ;P)

Ok. If I continue to praise her characters and describe her, this post will never end. The fun part is coming…

At the start of the year when we went back to SRJC (yes, she withdrew from school around the same time as me, and is now studying Early Childhood and Psychology in NP!), she recorded her birthday in my planner, that it makes it unexplainable if I didn’t remember to celebrate her birthday >< :D.

So, I remembered. And I made sure she will ‘pay back’ for the surprise Ratna and she gave me during my birthday last year.

So eventually I managed to make her wait in school till 5pm.

Actually, my class on that day started at 9am and ends at 1pm. After school, I went down to nex to get her birthday presents and, at the same time, to wait for Peishan, Michelle and Charmaine. Meanwhile, Wanlin told Nicole that she can’t celebrate her birthday with her because she was caught up with something in school. (Of course, Wanlin waited for all of us at Clementi after her class ended.)

It took long enough for the three girls to reach Serangoon Station and it gave me some reason to squat at one corner at the station like some mat holding onto a helium balloon and a box of Tiramisu cake. :’D

We eventually reached NP at around 5.15pm. And Nicole was at The Munch, according to what she told me through Whatsapp. As the 5 of us approached the venue, we saw Nicole sitting outside Munch with her friends. The 4 girls instantly went into hiding behind the wall while I walked up to meet Nic.

It was kind of awkward, because I am always awkward with strangers. I put down my stuff, and I gave an excuse to leave the place for a while, and to wait for the girls to finish lighting up the candles. I walked to Old Chang Kee, staring at the girls and then messaging them to reply me once they were done.

But it kind of failed. They went to surprise Nic without me.

I rushed into Munch and out from the other door and shouted: “SURPRISE!”

Okay, that’s kind of awkward again. No wonder Peishan and Michelle said I could join Charmaine’s Awkward Club. :O

‘Nuff said, it’s time for more photos! Hehe. ><

The birthday cake!

Making a wish..

Look how fortunate Nic is. HEHE!
Nic with Charmz. (Look at their faces :’D)

Nic with Michelle.

Nic with Wanz.

Nic with Peishan.

Nic with me.
Group photos!

Group photo with Nic’s favourite pose. 😛

And selfie time!

Nicole and I were really happy to see these bunch of girls again. It made me feel like I am back at SR again! 
The birthday surprise is kind of like successful. Okay, it’s very successful. You should see how touched and happy Nic was. Hopefully, that’ll be one of her most memorable birthday till date! 😛
Alright, before I end this post, here’s a photo of me posing with the helium balloon. :’D

Don’t judge.

When The Night Is Young

Long long time since I last met Adam Oh.
I kinda feel bad for not always making time for him, so when I eventually found some time, I grabbed him down for dinner at The Tea Party Cafe.
So, the above photograph showed basically what we’ve ordered. I can’t exactly remember the names of the spaghetti but I could remember the pizza. Roast Duck Pizza. That’s really something new, I’ve got to say. I guess not many shops actually served roast duck meat on top of a pizza. At least, I’d yet to see it until tonight. 
The Roast Duck Pizza was really really special. I like how the sweetness of the sauce that was accompanying the tender duck meat on top of the pizza. An example of east-meet-west: The usual duck meat commonly found in Chinese dishes with the pizza of the West.
My plate of spaghetti.
Me posing with the food
And Adam posing with the food!
I was a bit full but Adam insisted on getting some desserts, because got $1 off. 😛 Hence, we decided to get 2 different types of cheese cakes.

Oreo Cheesecake.

Nutella Cheese Cake.

The thing I like about Tea Party Cafe is that the environment seems like a temporary place to forget reality and enjoy chatting with your friends and enjoying the good food they offer. It’s a temporary getaway. You will feel relieved in there. Ohya, did I not mention about there’s no service and GST charges??? o/

The Tea Party Cafe
805 Bukit Timah Road
Sixth Avenue Centre, #01-07
Singapore 279 883
Mon – Thurs: 11:30am – 12:00mn
Fri – Sat: 11:30am – 1:30am
Sun: 11:30am – 12:00mn

Wanderlust to the Past

Alright, chill down if anyone is gaga-ing over this photo. Nope. Eddy is not married. And nope, Eddy does not have 2 daughters and 3 sons.

For the past few days when I was absent from blogging, I was really busy with a lot of things (I mean, true lah, Eddy cannot be like every day blog and blog. :P). So, what was I really up to? Assignments, test, quiz… Okay okay, let us not talk about things that are not really very interesting. No one would be interested in knowing what I’ve done academically.

Got people want to read that meh?

Ok. So linking back to the photo, I have been involved in a Year 2’s production. It has been long since I acted, yep, the last time was close to a year ago when I acted together with SR Drama during Thespian 2013. Those memories. The reason why I love acting because it’s some time the process of finding oneself and also, to be in the shoes of the others.

I was approached by Berenice to fill in some role. Initially, I didn’t know what role I was going to play until the day of the meeting with the casts and the crews. With my face, it’s not difficult who I was going to act as.

The Father.

Not kind of surprising actually. Haha.

DAY 1
On the first day of the shooting, on an early Saturday morning, we met up at Sengkang MRT station before taking public transport to the shooting venue.

While we were waiting for the rest to come, the early birds took a selfie first. 

While waiting for the bus to the shooting venue. (Girls, from left: Xinyu, Sze Jia,  Chiang Yee, Yi Ai. Guys, from left: me, Ben, Bjorn, Matthew.)
We took a bus all the way to Yio Chu Kang Road, before walking into our filming venue at Kampong Lorong Buangkok.
Kampong Lorong Buangkok is the only kampong (village) still left behind despite the rapid modernisation of mainland Singapore. I’ve always been wanting to visit this place and now, finally, it’s a dream came true. 
Felt the kampong feel yet?

This is how the interior of a kampong house looked like.
Time is precious. The moment we got there, we had breakfast and at the same time, setting up and do all the make-ups. 
Ben, with his hair rescued after Veron applied too much hair gel on his hair.

Yi Ai with her beautifully done braid.

The studious side of Matthew.
While I became some model for some watch company. 😛 (Credit to Xinyu for this photo.)
And once we were done, it’s time for filming!
Takes after takes. It’s tiring somehow but we made use of the short transition time to take photos. 😛

And during the longer breaks… we tend to do something crazy.
We guys started trying to piggy back each other.

Seems like Matthew’s gonna fall off anytime soon.

Look! I am STRONG!

Everyone’s epic faces.

Bjorn’s more epic face. :’D
We managed to wrap up everything by afternoon, and brought all the equipments and props to Jolene’s house. And all of us (except Jolene) decided to squeeze together at the back of her dad’s lorry. 😛
Day 2
Actually, there’s nothing much on Day 2 of the filming for me because it was not primarily my scene. All I need to do was to walk into the school… Nothing much really. 
Oh. Other than knowing whoever who studies in School of Engineering have a hard time running to school when they are late for class. :’D
Day 3
A night scene. We met up at 6pm at HMS Office before taking transportation down to that kampong house again.
By the time we went to Jolene’s house to take the equipment and props and reached our destination, it’s 7pm.
By the time we waited for the owner to bring the key for us to open the door, it’s close to 9.30pm. And guess what we did during the course of the period? We decided to play with random cats outside the house. :’D
Everyone was damn tired as the time passes, some even gave up waiting and started doing the assignments. And I tried my very best to read in the dark. Of course, I kinda failed.
We rushed into filming once the key was here. And because I had a lot of lines to say, NGs became inevitable. 
We filmed till around 1am before we are done with everything.
(Background, from left): Berenice, me, Wenxin, Sze Jia, Xinyu, Veron
(Foreground, from left): Yi Ai, Jolene
I swear all of us were damn freaking tired.
But I am looking forward to the final product!