Showing posts with label Game of Thrones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Game of Thrones. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Year Two | A Clue To Nowhere & Everywhere | (I'm) Not Alone


And so, it has been 2 years, dear Sis.
Ma had been thinking about what you told her years ago about your vision to preach the Word to tens of thousands, and she likens the idea that you'd probably be having a ball of a time in doing so right now up there somehow.
We are doing good, by the blessing and grace of God, but I suppose you know that somehow.

We went and visit and tidy up the niche yesterday (sorry, too exhausted come night time when we reached home) and we got you 2 roses too for the shriveled up plant.
And I left a piece of treasure hunt clue for you, I reckon it should probably be gone by my next visit, but I am glad I did that treasure hunt in my memory of you, as I believe somehow there must be a reason for me to remember fondly of your love for Pirates of The Caribbean which coincidentally the 5th in the series opened last week; and your knack of organizing games and treasure hunts.
It certainly was a challenge as I've traced that I'd never made a treasure hunt before, but with His strength and 2 friends to help me out over the 5-6 days and I suppose I did a brilliant game, combining elements of Pirates (gold coin hunting n' bartering, clues , complete with language that you were curious on how I could read my facebook with years ago) and Biblical references (and fellowship) and also incorporating technology (+ mystery) into physical games such as this; and at the end of it, I really wished you'd get a slice of the action from your baby brother, somehow.

This year is going to be a treadmill of emotions, with our many shared favorites coming to remind me so much of your absence. We always talked about how unmake-able and ridiculous a Dark Tower movie/series would be; but this year it is getting its release; and the first trailer (with the stellar cast) really gets my hopes up to watch it in your memory. IT is coming too, dear Sis.
And of course Season 7 of GoT is this year, as is the many parallel tie-ins they'd be making for the years to come... although probably Mr. Martin wouldn't be bothered to actually sit down and write the books still.

I miss you, dear Sis. We all do.
I somehow believe in your demise had certainly shaped things to happen for all of us. All part of the grand set of things. If only you are still here, many things wouldn't have happened; Mum & Dad probably wouldn't be able to finally visit China (albeit the wrong province) for their mission trip, Ma probably wouldn't be writing her blog (yes, it is still recipes, she hasn't start on her many testimonials, and your memoir) and other writings, Harry would probably not been saved yet, and I for one wouldn't probably be back here to find my (sort-of) calling. And I know I would still be just another constant backslider, and never finding peace.

But I believe in His plans for all of us, and at times I'd wish it didn't turn out with you being the chosen one to be called home as early as this, but if then I'd never get around to doing His works from this year, and for the many years to come.
I shall take my solace in Him and in ranting out here once in a while, dear Sis.

Saturday, 2 July 2016

The (quite) historical past 10 days or so + featuring the Euro '16 fantastic photoshops of Patrice Evra + Cristiano Ronaldo

 A bit too many things happened across the world these past few days. From Brexit to MessiXit (and its' counterpart SpaXit, EngXit, BelXit last night and official the GiggsXit) and perhaps sandwiched in between if I might add GoTSeason6xit (or rather TommenXit) but, there has been an (equally) important entrance too; as in yesterday's
Finally
Records were made too, in the seeming fashion of the Welsh and Icelandic teams made theirs in respective fashion.

But since missing so many posts over the past few days, and probably those has been overly-published/read; I'll just leave here with the funnier things that happened, and chiefly among these would have to be the football memes; and this year's edition boasted 2 photoshop-worthy moments. Initially I was skeptical since Balotelli isn't around this time; but somehow we've been rewarded thank goodness.


Patrice Evra in action. The picture that started imaginations running wild

...and he is cool about it, awesome man







and this incorporates the tournament's other photoshop goodie

Ratatouille!











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I found these lying about in my uploaded folder. Hmm.
funny stuff from Squawka

did more in 5 mins than ______

the lemon-shriek













Friday, 24 June 2016

About a certain GoT episode that is pretty much the best



The most satisfying episode, really.
I mean of course, this whole Season 6, all of us Smug Ones were in uncharted territories; and up til Episode 9 there has been so many awful moments vs good scenes (the much deserved roasting of Vaes Dothrak, Arya's arc finally moving forward, Tyrion in Meereen, though Jon Snow being resurrected doesn't really count imho, since we know he would come back from that, but..) and frankly watching The Battle of The Bastards I was a bit swayed to think maybe and just maybe Jon might bit the bullet arrow or being trampled to far too many pieces beyond divine help. It certainly was a gripping battle well done alright.

In a season where they did such a fine job in getting Bran and Hodor's bit so well played out; especially Hold The Door, which was such an awesome curve ball; and thus highlighting one of the most devastating death scene ever, not just this year; but certainly ranks so darn high in pulling at the emotions bit.*mental note to list awesome movie/show deaths*
I mean, yes this is Game Of Thrones where beloved characters die, often senseless deaths as pertaining to the novels and some not; of course eventually in my case I'll try to not get emotionally attached to most characters; because they die eventually; but Hodor. Oh, hold the door. Masterstroke.

We were in for a treat in Episode 9, DRAGONS! Finally! (conveniently forgotten about this early a scene, thanks to the.most.satisfying.death.ever.for.a.villain.
To be fair, both Joffrey B meeting the poison chalice was satisfying. It certainly was a nice feel to it in the books, and seeing it then in the previous few seasons was well in the way it was satisfying when (imho) equaled in The Walking Dead's Governor met his end. To me, the fire-show by Daenarys a couple of episodes back for the bunch of Dothrak d!cks was pretty high on the list too.
Given that this is something we Smug Ones haven't read yet, it simply adds to the much-wowness.
And then, Ramsay Bolton. Yes. Finally dammit.
From the start of the battle to the end of poor Rickon, to the wonderfully shot cavalry charges, and the dire situation of being surrounded, right up to Wun Wun (probably redefing BFG as Big F#*king Giant)single-handedly 'man'handled the gate, and Jon throwing Longclaw and showed us his shield prowess and arm-eye&legs coordination (Jon, you fantastic fish you) and the bashing and bashing bashing bashing, and Sansa with her prisoner as icing & cherry on top for this gratifying and much deserved episode. Sweet justice.

Though there might be jarring misses in the form of Asha/Yarra & Theon's sudden & convenient teleportation to Meereen (perhaps GoT is getting closer to source material's style of mixed timeline?) and the battle producing a top-class archer in Ramsay (given that both medium didn't show Ramsay being so, but figured with him raiding Winterfell moons ago must put him in some mega-cunning pedigree of commander, and perhaps he just is talented with the bow) but hey, in my books this still almost definitely and certainly deserves the much-backed vote as TV's best episode ever.

Come on Monday, bring on the season finale...and I suspect Mr. Martin should be releasing Book 6 soon enough the big tease.

you know nothing Jon Snow 

Wait a minute. Where is Ghost mmaboy?

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Mijn Vader

2 days post Father's Day post. I suppose I was basking in the modest praises heaped upon my little project for the church rather than being too caught up with cumbersome rest from the late nights of Euro 2016 (since I didn't exactly watch every single match anyway) but I suppose I spent a wee few minutes on yesterday's much-deserved episode of Game Of Thrones (S06E09) and its aftermath of re-watching that friggin' awesome Battle of the Bastards.

Anyhow, my Dad.
These 5-6 months back home (and the 3 nights or so last year with just me and him in the hospital) I suppose we've having a definitive father and son moment, and I've gotten to know him better. In the past it was as normal as a plant to soil (not as a plant and its' branches/or fruits as a much normal and verbal family) as my Dad is pretty much an old fashioned China-man (incidently since he is actually a first generation Malaysian, and his father was those typical hard-earning no-nonsense silent and devoid of showing love -type of fathers. (I reckon it should be that way in the past, not everyone is as charismatic in openly declaring your 'i-love-you-son's then)
In his life's journey, with him being a pastor about 2 decades ago; he has been gradually changing for the better although I suppose that genetic code is pretty embedded (and I could bet my bottom ringgit, as mess-upped I am, that few lines of fatherly coding should still find its way in me too) in him that we don't get it in words. Not that it matter though, we know he loves us and we know he accepts us (better) for what we are.

I couldn't bring myself to say it too. It is never easy. I practically hid my feelings and I must've mumbled my 'HappyFathersDay' when my montage video ended. And I detected a much-late response when his old/ younger days picture showed up. Even then, I couldn't balls-up to ask someone to take a picture of us both. (coincidentally, as I sifted through all those photographs, there were practically zero of Father & grownup Son 1 or 2) Of course it took me down memory lane 2 rounds in 2 months in compiling Heidi's montage and this; on some pictures of vague memory, some of unknown discovery of things were in the past before I came around, and a few gems that I certainly am too young to remember.
should I crop this pic of Dad & Prune Face as my profile pic?

[url for the video]

took longer than I thought, better be off to do tonight's dinner first.

2016 Father's Day @ Taiping Baptist Church