The World According to Ploy

June 29, 2009

Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen, or: Wow, Just….Wow.

Filed under: Movie Reviews — by Ploy @ 11:23 pm

So I finally got to see Revenge of the Fallen. Armed with a large bucket of popcorn and an iced tea each, Ching and I braved the theaters of Paragon to go see what is possibly the most talked-about movie this summer, except for Harry Potter, but then again, Harry Potter is like it’s own category.

Anyways, Ching and I laughed at the first scene. Ching actually thought it was a commercial. I was screaming “10,000 BC!”, except that it was actually 17,000 BC. It looked alike though. And are there really tigers in the desert? Were there tigers in the year 17,000 BC. I am confused. (And for a moment just now, I had to google to check that Michael Bay did not direct 10,000 BC.)

So apparently our robotic aliens have been around since, well, a long, long time. The scene then switches, rather abruptly, in my opinion, to present-day Shanghai where Decepticons (I will never get over how ridiculous this sounds) are fighting with a special unit called NEST, a joint force between the US Army, led by Commander Lennox (my very own favorite Josh Duhamel) and the Autobots (I still roll my eyes everytime I say or type this name), led by Optimus Prime (cue eye-rolling right here too).

Then we get another scene. Sam Witwicky (Shia Lebouf) is leaving for college, and his family makes for a very comic scene. His mother is being overly emotion while his father is trying not to. One of Sam’s dog is humping another one of Sam’s dog. Hmm. Hah. And we get to see Megan Fox, in the roll of Mikaela, when Sam calls her. She is fixing a motorcycle, but her position is really just…it prompted me to think “Do people actually fix motorcycles in that pose? Really?”

But she was pretty. Really pretty. Super-hot pretty.

The movie did have a plot, of sorts. Sam discovers that the power of the All-Spark, some kind of Transformers holy-grail, has been transfered to him. Now the Decepticons want him for his knowledge, and added to the mix, the CIA also wants him. The plot isn’t bad, per se. I mean, plots like this are used all the time: your average guy gets hold of something everyone wants, said everyone hunts him down, average guys gets a totally hot girlfriend in the process, and at the end, average guy proves himself courageous and brave and smart and beats the bad guy, then rides off in the sunset. Or something of the sort.

There were no parts in this movie that shocked or appalled me. Actually, the scenes alternated between “Oh, right. Ok, I get it. Move on, please” to “Wow, just…wow. Are you serious?”

Since the former type of scenes are obviously not of interest to you (or me either, for that matter), I’ll just tell you about the latter. Actually, the following content is ABOUND WITH SPOILERS, so I suggest if you want to see the movie, go see it first and come back to read this. If you dont’ have plans to see Transformers 2 to begin with, read away!

Note: These “Wow, Just…Wow” moments, which are in no ways the same as the “Wow…just…wow” I reserve for those really hot pictures of Akanishi Jin. These “Wow, just wow” moments, are, as you will read in a few sentences, totally the other type.

1) How is it possible that no one notices these gigantic robot things!

Just a few minutes into the movie, Sam discovers a little piece of the All-Spark, which still has the power to spark life into electronic gadgets in his kitchen. Soon things get out of hand and Bumblebee, who is living in Sam’s garage, has to come out and blast the little things to oblivion. And then Sam yells, and I say YELLS, at B to go back inside the garage because people might notice, or something along those lines. But…like…seriously? How can neighbors not hear? How can there be a giganormous robot in someone’s front lawn and you can’t see? ‘Matter of national security’? Are you kidding me?

Then, in one scene, Optimus Prime has a talk with Sam at a cemetery. In the middle of the day. Why is there no one else there in the vincinity. Sure, a cemetery is not a public park…but what are the odds that there is no one else there? Actually, think about this: Mr. Prime is taller than your average tree, so technically, according to the Pythagorean theorem or something similar, should one not be able to see him from at the very least, a kilometer away?

2) Decepticons & Autobots can generate human tissue?

Alice (Isabel Lucas) is a Decepticon who takes the form of an uber-skinny, blonde-and-bronzed college co-ed. In her Decepticon form, she is a tiny robot whose general size isn’t that different from her human form. She probably uses projection to appear as human, that would make sense, right? But somehow, in her human form, she has human flesh…well, at least Sam didn’t seem to notice that her limbs were cold steel. I really, really don’t understand.

3) A robot heaven? You’ve gotta be kidding me.

Yep, ’nuff said on that front.

4) They were looking for “The Matrix of Leadership”

The fact that they were looking for said matrix wasn’t the funny part. The funny part was, clearly, “The Matrix of Leadership” I laughed so hard and so loud, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the lady next to me whacked me with her drink. Wow…just…wow…”The Matrix of Leadership”?!?!? THE MATRIX OF LEADERSHIP. THE MATRIX OF LEADERSHIP!?!?!!?!?

Would I see this movie again? Maybe once, because I actually like the animation. The tranformations from cars into robots was so smooth and just simply beautiful. But not twice, certainly not twice, because one can only take that much of reality-defying plotlines. And this comes from a person who likes The Mummy and Underworld. Yeah.

PS. By the way, did anyone else think that The Fallen (eye-roll) looked like Predator? Thank you very much.


June 26, 2009


Filed under: Sheer Insanity,Uncategorized — by Ploy @ 1:05 am

I don’t affiliate myself with any specific religion. I respect them all, and I believe that essentially, every religion wants us to be ‘good.’ What differs is the definition of good and how things are interpreted.

But while I respect every one of them, I don’t believe in any one of them.

The only thing I truly believe in is energy. I think people give off energy. Have you ever noticed how if you stay around someone who’s pissed off, then you feel bad and awkward? But then there are some people whose presence just makes you smile? To me, this is a result of the energy those people exude. When you are sad, you give off negative energy. When you are happy, your energy is positive. It’s like the whole idea of aura. And I believe that there are auras. Ok, so those aura photos I don’t really care about, but I believe energy levels like that exist.

That’s why I live my life like, well, this. I don’t go read horoscopes or go to psychics because I believe that if I can control my energy flow, I can control the good and bads of my life. If I’m happy, then no one can make me sad. And even if someone does make me sad, well, it’s still in my own power to make myself happy again, right?

To a certain extent, I do believe in psychics. Maybe there are some people out there who feel other people’s energies and are able to follow that energy into a hazy interpretation of the future. (Holy, but I sound so New Age!) However, since energy is always changing, that predicted future can always change. As in, the prediction is based on the current situation and the current you. But if you chance, then the prediction doesn’t hold anymore.

So I don’t like to know about the future, because frankly, I really, really don’t care what’s going to happen a week or a month or a year from now. Tomorrow, maybe. But a week is too far ahead to plan. Some people may say it’s better to be cautious, but for me, I thing “Bring it on!”

I believe bad things never happen to good people. Look, even if something bad happens, it only serves to make you stronger, so essentially, it’s a good thing, ne c’est pas?

I believe in God, but my God is not the Christian God, the Muslim Allah, or the Jewish Jehova. For me, God is a character that combines luck, hope, strength, and more. I don’t ask my God for anything, I don’t rely of my God for anything…but just the fact that God is there makes me feel safe, secure, and strong.

Strength and energy, that’s what I believe in. It’s a way of thinking that has kept me happy for almost a decade, and I know it’ll keep me happy for the rest of my life.

June 10, 2009

Finding a Life.

Filed under: Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 12:21 am

Do you have an identity?

A few days ago, I was thinking, what defines me? Where are the places I like to go? What are the things I like to eat? Where have I been? What are my favorite books? Who’s my favorite painter? Where do I want to go? Where do I want to get married? What is my favorite song? If I have a child, what would I name him or her? What would I do with a million dollars? What is my favorite phrase? What is the most frequent emotion that I feel?

You know, it’s really those random questions that reveals a lot about people. You hang out with me long enough, and I’ll start asking you random questions out of nowhere, like “What do you look for first in a face?” to “Who do you like better, Tom or Jerry?”

For a girl, even her choice of a favorite Disney Princess can reveal a lot. Each Princess does have a different personality, and even though all the stories end happily, their journeys are different. A girl who doesn’t like any of the Princesses also has a personality, too.

Think of the 10 events that have influenced you, that you want to do, or just ten random words, things you want to be remembered for. I don’t know. Your call. It’s just…for me, when you know who you are, you really just stop getting emotional, you don’t cry anymore because you realize crying doesn’t solve anything. You don’t blame other people. You become more mature. You don’t whine. You don’t complain. You never berate yourself because you know what you’re worth. You don’t have issues because you’ll already have solved them all, or rest assured in the fact that you can and will solve them.

You can actually think from other people’s points of views. And even though you are unable to forgive people for their actions, at least you will understand them, to a certain degree. You’ll learn the balance between idealism and realism. You’ll learn to think from many sides, even from the side you’ll never be a part of. You will be able to think for yourself, stand on your own feet. You will be strong, because you believe in yourself. You will know who you are.

When you know you who are, who you really are, you’ll finally have a Life.


PS. This wasn’t inspired by any specific event or person – I just got bored reading about the Leontif Matrix  – though in the past, there were times I’d wanted to write a note like this, and I’m sure in the future this note will apply to certain events or people. I don’t know about the present, this entire math thing is making me dizzy.

June 7, 2009

An Open Letter to Matrices

Filed under: Angst,Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 12:08 am

Dear Matrices,

I’d thought we’d agree to part ways amicably during my senior year, OF HIGH SCHOOL. Oh dear, I apologize for using caps. I’d meant to refrain from using them, because this letter will seem so much more civil without bursts of emotions like that. I am sorry. Though I’m sure you got use to such bursts of temper during our tumultous semester-long relationship.

I must admit that I was first drawn to you because of your name, in singular form: Matrix. It reminded me of, well, the film of said name. But then when I got to know you better, I realized you were in no way, shape, or form, similar to my Keanu Reeves daydream. Plus, you usually go by your plural form. Matrices. It’s cute when you say it, but I must say it did disillusion me.

I haven’t seen you for 4 years. I heard of you, of course, but never ran into you. I must admit that I did all in my power to avoid you. It’s not that I loathe your existence, I’m sure you come in handy for some people, but you and me, baby, it was just confusing memories.

So I must say, I am not quite happy with your reappearance right now. I look at you and I get confused. I frankly don’t know what to do with you. And, like the last time around, this time, you don’t seem to be helping me to understand you better either. You’re you, as always. You’re just…there. You just want me to understand you, but why don’t you do something?! This is why our relationship failed!

But we’ll muddle our way through this, right? I hope this is the last time I see you. I must try to understand you, not for ‘our relationship’, because there won’t be any, but for the sake of at least half a dozen kids who depend on this brief liaison to work.

So, until we part ways again, I’ll remain a very resigned and rather frustrated…


June 4, 2009

Call me crazy, but I really do like them Gucci….shoes.

Filed under: Fashion — by Ploy @ 9:07 pm

Most people hate these Etretat flats. After surfing through numerous pages and forums, I’ve decided that the reason these flats aren’t getting much love is because, well they are 100% rubber.

But you know what, it is for that precise reason that I am in love with these shoes.

Remember my rant a few weeks ago about how I cannot possibly wear rainboots in Thailand without appearing totally insane. Yes, it is probably the one and only country where wearing rainboots on a rainy day can be deem an act of one not in touch with reality.
It hasn’t been raining that much lately, so my yearning for rainboots has dwindled down. I’ve also become a little resigned at the prospect of trudging through murky water. I try to repeat to myself everyday, before bedtime: Rain will not kill me. And then I go on and have dreams where my body is rotting, feet first, and various microorganisms have permeated the permeable membranes of my skin and into my bloodsteam. Dreams that could make a very good sci-fi movie. My subconcious clearly rejects my conviction. But I will leave it to them to fight each other. We’ll see who emerges winner when July comes around and it starts pouring like kuh-ray-zee.

Ok, back to our shoes. So these shoes are 100% rubber. While they may not keep my feet dry, as they are perforated with the GG symbols, they will (hopefully) survive getting wet. None of the flats I own currently can possibly go through water and come out unscathed. I absolutely refuse to wear high heels on days where it rains, or has the probability of raining. Ergo, these shoes are a necessity.

Someone somewhere pointed out that the Etretat flat reminds them of Crocs. I beg to differ. Crocs are clunky and I will never in a million years wear Crocs. Well, fine, I’ll concede that they are soft and comfy. But look, I am only a few centimeters away from qualifying for dwarfhood, so I can’t wear shoes that will make me look clunky and chunky.

The price tag for this is actually pretty hefty for something that is all rubber. $160. But hey, if it’s going to last me a while (how long does it take for rubber to biodegrade? Does it even biodegrade? Hmm.), then it’s worth it.

Overpriced rubber flats, I can’t believe it has become necessary to buy a pair. I still want Hunter boots, but as I want to maintain appearances of sanity, I guess I must invest.

I rhymed. Yay.

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