The Missing Hero
Most of us hate our passport pictures so much, it's no surprise that some of us refer to it as our mugshots. I know I do. HA HA
It's never flattering. Nobody ever gets it right. And I believe the person behind the camera derives some sick pleasure in snapping our pictures when we're least perfect; with one eye smaller than the other, a few stray locks of hair hanging awkwardly onto our face, shirt lopsided... etc.
Even when things go our way, they don't let us smile. What's wrong with smiling? Does it change our faces into something so unrecognizable, thus making the process of passing through airport security a impossibility?
It's no secret, I'm four eyed and have been blessed with crazy hair. Even if I don't smile, I'd still have a hard time passing through security because of all the possible combinations between putting on my thick framed glasses and contacts, and wearing my hair down and in a bun or ponytail.
I'd still have to recreate that perfectly sullen mugshot moment.
So why am I not allowed to recreate a happily smiling face?
*scratches head*
Anyway, I hate having my mugshots taken. But I do love taking pictures of myself (NO, I am NOT that narcissistic!)
Naturally I would love DIY photo booths. There's no one behind the camera, no one to tell you not to smile, and best of all, there's a huuuuuuge mirror you can use to check out exactly what you're going to look like in the picture... well, the reflection of what's going to be in the picture actually. But that aside,
a photo booth is a happy place.
A few months ago I discovered such a happy place at the blue atrium service center in Sunway Pyramid. Ah bliss. Magic magic photo booth. Oh what happiness thy bring into my life!
Today I went to my happy place because I was in need of new shots for... er... job purposes. I dressed nice. Made my way all the way to Sunway...
AND THE MACHINE WAS NOT THERE!
Panic. This cannot possibly be happening!!!
I asked the lady from the shop nearest to where the booth was supposed to be. What she related to me was a tale of utter horror and disgust. Something so shocking that will keep me up at nights thinking about the fate of the country (and so mankind).
Round about last month the machine went kaput. Why? Kids. Schoolkids. Schoolkids on term break, to be exact. Went into the machine and treated it like some kind of giant happy meal toy.
WHAT???!!!
We'll never know exactly what they did to the machine, but I think it suffices to say, THEY MURDERED IT.
These kids. They never think!
Now how am I supposed to take my Saint Nic Xmas Tribute shots???
And where the hell is Clark Kent/Superman supposed to get changed???!!!
Seriously, have I gotten too old all of a sudden?
I go to Genting on a day trip and avoided all the topsy-turvy rides (in fact I do the exact same thing at Cosmo's World...), I wear my hair in a bun most of the time, I no longer understand young'un lingo... I even get super headaches from watching 3D movies.
Okay, maybe not gotten old, but gotten lame. Super lame.
Why I would never have made it as a professional athlete:
1. I'd spend too much time in the locker rooms washing germs off of a sweaty me.
2. Wait, locker rooms? I'd never even set foot in one. It's definitely Germnation!
3. I'm no team player. Unless we're talking about Team World Destruction!!!
4. I'd be starving because I wouldn't be winning at anything because...
5. ...have I mentioned that I play no sports whatsoever? None. Nada. Well, except for air hockey, that is.
HA HA HA
*Wright alert! Long entry about Phoenix Wright and the Ace Attorneys. Skip it if you don't dig it!*
I'm done with the first three installments of Ace Attorney, now am into the fourth: Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney.
Set SEVEN years after the last installment, the new Ace Attorney is called Apollo Justice. That's right, no more Mr. Phoenix (Nick) Wright.
What's a girl to do?
Even though Apollo is nice and all... and saying "...Justice will not leave until justice is served..." is, in a mildly corny way, kind of cool.. and let's face it, he's a much better dresser than Wright was... but Apollo's just... he's just... not Wright.
From the first time I heard Phoenix yell "Objection!" I knew there would never be another Ace Attorney in my heart. Oh that voice, oh that index finger pointing!
Too bad Capcom is a *&^%$#@!.
Sometime in the past, Phoenix Wright has been disrobed for producing in court, evidence of the fraudulent kind. He is now a bum. A loving father to his daughter Trucy, but bum nonetheless.
Unless we have flashbacks of old cases, we will never have Phoenix Wright starring in an Ace Attorney game, ever again. That ship has long sailed.
Besides, Nick himself has said to Apollo - in the very first episode of this fourth installment - that from now on, it's Apollo's story.
*wails*
Capcom is a *&^%$#@!.
Although it was never made clear in the game itself, I (along with many other fans) believe Phoenix to be in love with Maya.
Because?
1. Whenever anybody suggested it, he never out rightly denied it.
2. He would lose his composure when given preposterous news about her. Like when she was accused of murder. Or speculated to be dead.
3. He blacked out for a moment when told of Maya's kidnapping
4. He, despite his terrible fear of heights, ran across a burning rope bridge just to get to her
5. Follows her anywhere, ever sat through ridiculous spiritual training courses with her
And she feels the same way about him too.
Proof?
1. She talks about him a lot when she goes back to her hometown
2. And never out rightly denied suggestions of such feelings
3. Every time something bad happens to her, he's the first person she calls out to
4. Thinking of him and drawing his picture kept her going when she was held captive
5. She misses him so whenever she's away...
so...
TAKE THAT!
And you ask,
why aren't they together in Ace Attorney 4?
Oh come people,
relationships DO break down!
Last but not least,
MERRY XMAS!
Oh Santa, I'd like a new photo booth please?
It's never flattering. Nobody ever gets it right. And I believe the person behind the camera derives some sick pleasure in snapping our pictures when we're least perfect; with one eye smaller than the other, a few stray locks of hair hanging awkwardly onto our face, shirt lopsided... etc.
Even when things go our way, they don't let us smile. What's wrong with smiling? Does it change our faces into something so unrecognizable, thus making the process of passing through airport security a impossibility?
It's no secret, I'm four eyed and have been blessed with crazy hair. Even if I don't smile, I'd still have a hard time passing through security because of all the possible combinations between putting on my thick framed glasses and contacts, and wearing my hair down and in a bun or ponytail.
I'd still have to recreate that perfectly sullen mugshot moment.
So why am I not allowed to recreate a happily smiling face?
*scratches head*
Anyway, I hate having my mugshots taken. But I do love taking pictures of myself (NO, I am NOT that narcissistic!)
Naturally I would love DIY photo booths. There's no one behind the camera, no one to tell you not to smile, and best of all, there's a huuuuuuge mirror you can use to check out exactly what you're going to look like in the picture... well, the reflection of what's going to be in the picture actually. But that aside,
a photo booth is a happy place.
A few months ago I discovered such a happy place at the blue atrium service center in Sunway Pyramid. Ah bliss. Magic magic photo booth. Oh what happiness thy bring into my life!
Today I went to my happy place because I was in need of new shots for... er... job purposes. I dressed nice. Made my way all the way to Sunway...
AND THE MACHINE WAS NOT THERE!
Panic. This cannot possibly be happening!!!
I asked the lady from the shop nearest to where the booth was supposed to be. What she related to me was a tale of utter horror and disgust. Something so shocking that will keep me up at nights thinking about the fate of the country (and so mankind).
Round about last month the machine went kaput. Why? Kids. Schoolkids. Schoolkids on term break, to be exact. Went into the machine and treated it like some kind of giant happy meal toy.
WHAT???!!!
We'll never know exactly what they did to the machine, but I think it suffices to say, THEY MURDERED IT.
These kids. They never think!
Now how am I supposed to take my Saint Nic Xmas Tribute shots???
And where the hell is Clark Kent/Superman supposed to get changed???!!!
Seriously, have I gotten too old all of a sudden?
I go to Genting on a day trip and avoided all the topsy-turvy rides (in fact I do the exact same thing at Cosmo's World...), I wear my hair in a bun most of the time, I no longer understand young'un lingo... I even get super headaches from watching 3D movies.
Okay, maybe not gotten old, but gotten lame. Super lame.
Why I would never have made it as a professional athlete:
1. I'd spend too much time in the locker rooms washing germs off of a sweaty me.
2. Wait, locker rooms? I'd never even set foot in one. It's definitely Germnation!
3. I'm no team player. Unless we're talking about Team World Destruction!!!
4. I'd be starving because I wouldn't be winning at anything because...
5. ...have I mentioned that I play no sports whatsoever? None. Nada. Well, except for air hockey, that is.
HA HA HA
*Wright alert! Long entry about Phoenix Wright and the Ace Attorneys. Skip it if you don't dig it!*
I'm done with the first three installments of Ace Attorney, now am into the fourth: Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney.
Set SEVEN years after the last installment, the new Ace Attorney is called Apollo Justice. That's right, no more Mr. Phoenix (Nick) Wright.
What's a girl to do?
Even though Apollo is nice and all... and saying "...Justice will not leave until justice is served..." is, in a mildly corny way, kind of cool.. and let's face it, he's a much better dresser than Wright was... but Apollo's just... he's just... not Wright.
From the first time I heard Phoenix yell "Objection!" I knew there would never be another Ace Attorney in my heart. Oh that voice, oh that index finger pointing!
Too bad Capcom is a *&^%$#@!.
Sometime in the past, Phoenix Wright has been disrobed for producing in court, evidence of the fraudulent kind. He is now a bum. A loving father to his daughter Trucy, but bum nonetheless.
Unless we have flashbacks of old cases, we will never have Phoenix Wright starring in an Ace Attorney game, ever again. That ship has long sailed.
Besides, Nick himself has said to Apollo - in the very first episode of this fourth installment - that from now on, it's Apollo's story.
*wails*
Capcom is a *&^%$#@!.
Although it was never made clear in the game itself, I (along with many other fans) believe Phoenix to be in love with Maya.
Because?
1. Whenever anybody suggested it, he never out rightly denied it.
2. He would lose his composure when given preposterous news about her. Like when she was accused of murder. Or speculated to be dead.
3. He blacked out for a moment when told of Maya's kidnapping
4. He, despite his terrible fear of heights, ran across a burning rope bridge just to get to her
5. Follows her anywhere, ever sat through ridiculous spiritual training courses with her
And she feels the same way about him too.
Proof?
1. She talks about him a lot when she goes back to her hometown
2. And never out rightly denied suggestions of such feelings
3. Every time something bad happens to her, he's the first person she calls out to
4. Thinking of him and drawing his picture kept her going when she was held captive
5. She misses him so whenever she's away...
so...
TAKE THAT!
And you ask,
why aren't they together in Ace Attorney 4?
Oh come people,
relationships DO break down!
Last but not least,
MERRY XMAS!
Oh Santa, I'd like a new photo booth please?
