the extreme narcissist

Say hello to the best animated movie of the year. Everyone expected this movie to be epic, beyond epic even. What  with the return of Woody and Buzz, the final conclusion of a trilogy everyone wanted to see. The return of Mr. Potato Head and Rex, the - hold on a minute, the movie I'm talking about isn't Toy Story 3, no. Sure, Toy Story 3 gave everyone a nostalgic feeling, evoking memories of their own childhood and was a pretty damn good movie. Despicable Me however, has silently crept up behind Toy Story 3, and sprinting past it in typical fashion of one Usain Bolt. I must admit, I didn't know anything about this movie, and perhaps that's why I enjoyed it so much, because I didn't expect anything spectacular. Other than the trailer involving those yellow minions you see in the poster above (They are soooo cute), I didn't know a thing. Then details about the movie started to unfold. Steve Carell stars as the main voiceover,  who is without a doubt, the funniest man alive (See Get Smart and then argue with me) , aided by Jason Segel  (Marshall from HIMYM), Russel Brand (Luckiest Man Alive) , Julie Andrews (Sound of Music) and Miranda Cosgrove (The annoying kid from School of Rock) . Now this movie starts to get more interesting, no ? The main draw about Despicable Me has to be the funny factor. Despicable Me is funny as hell (Hell isn't funny, I know), filled with humour that keeps your funny bone (Yes, you have such a bone) tickled like, well, something that's being tickled, alot. If you don't find yourself laughing, or falling asleep during the movie, something IS wrong with you =p. The yellow minions are also a huge part of Despicable Me. Think of them as Despicable Me versions of Toy Story's Little Green Men, except cuter & funnier, by a long shot. Sure, it's a cheap trick to use small men with funny accents and the unability to pronounce words for laughs, but it works. Despicable Me has a very predictable and cliche (Yes I know, it's cliche to say cliche) storyline, but the way it's unravelled really connects with the audience and leaves a lasting impression by evoking numerous emotions (If your a guy, just ignore this part)The score for the movie is also amazing. Combining Pharrell and Hans Zimmer is like combining butter and glue, but it works (So don't discount the butter-glue combo just yet) The Despicable Me theme song at the beginning is the best song I've ever heard in an animated movie, and sets the tone for the rest of the movie brilliantly. If there was one complaint I would have to put forth, and I really had to think hard about this, but perhaps the Little Yellow Men (It'll catch on, trust me)  were used a tad bit too much towards the end, but then again, that's a really small issue. All in all, Despicable Me is a must watch movie, it's without a doubt the best animated movie this year, and perhaps the best movie of the year (Inception might have a thing to say about that) . It's funnier than and has a better story than Toy Story 3, it eclipsed Eclipse (HAH!) and has quietly snuck up, behind everyone and put them all to shame.The bad guy is bad. The cute Little Yellow Men (It will catch on!) are cute and the funny is funny, it really is that simple.  You must watch this movie

• Awesome pacing
• Romance for the gals, Action for the guys
• Jacob doesn't seem to own a shirt

• Too much romance for some
• Crappy storyline
• Jacob doesn't  use a shirt

So what's new after my last post which was full of glee and happiness (THAT was sarcasm) ? A lot apparently, ALOT. So the World Cup concluded, so to the dozens of facebook statuses posted by people who don't really follow football and couldn't name 5 players on either team, let alone 11. So to the blaring noises of the vuvuzelas,  which were made available everywhere fro here to YouTube (Seriously, there was a widget to add a vuvuzela noise to any video you watch). I never got a vuvuzela =(. My favourite team Spain won, easily in fact, with passing so accurate that Rolex would be proud (Perhaps Xavi should be sponsored by Rolex, you know, with the accurate thing). The final was supposed to be a football match, the Dutch thought it was a karate competition, and started pulling out kung fu kicks (Perhaps they watched Karate Kid before the match, plus the Dutch coach one guy did kinda look like Jackie Chan, although I wasn't using my contacts at the time). Jet Li would've been proud of Nigel De Jong. Only one thing is left to be sorted, just one. I have to do something about it, and after that, life would as close to perfect as it could get, something I haven't felt in some time.

You know the old saying, when you get knocked , you gotta get up again ? Hmmm, perhaps that was a song. Anyway, what happens when before you get the chance to get up again, you get knocked down, over and over again, repeatedly.  I feel like running away, far far away. Where to ? It doesn't matter, anywhere but here. Depression isn't a state of mental illness, no, its a disease that plague very few, and to that very few who suffer from it know what I mean. It sucks that you get upset over every little thing that happens. It sucks you try to be happy but can't be. It sucks that you get upset over petty matters. It sucks that you can't do what you want to do with your life. It sucks that the only girl you like doesn't like you the same way. It sucks that your family is non-existent. 

I realized a little while ago that I am a hypocrite. What is a hypocrite you ask ? Well Einstein, get a dictionary. My posts about how you gotta get off your ass (Insert bleep Here) move on from exam results, the end of relationship etc was utter ullshit. Didn't read that ? Thanks for the support then. That was sarcasm by the way. What is sarcasm ? Well Einst- oh wait, I've said that already. Look up my post here :  http://theextremenarcissist.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-on.html . You know what, it's utter bullshit (Insert Bleep Heere Too) and I would delete it but then I wouldn't be able to show it to you to tell you how wrong I was now would I ? You could move on, but you know what ? If you can't, it's ok to lie down and die (No, despite what you think, that wasn't sarcasm) (No, that wasn't reverse sarcasm either, really) (No, that too was-well this could go on for some time now, so I better stop). It's really okay if you can't move on, because moving on isn't hard, no, because if it was, everyone would have already moved on by now. EVERYONE. Because putting effort into moving on is easy, but sometimes, your emotions just don't permit you to move on, or you just aren't able to do so. I can't quite explain it, it's like how glue doesn't stick to the inside of a bottle (Don't go and google that and then tell me that you do know, smartass). And if your lucky, you'll find someone else who shares the same grief that you do (After all, sharing is caring) and you both can wallow in the stew of your self pity, wondering what went wrong and why it did go wrong. Do I sound pathetic ? Yes, I do. And yes, I just answered a question I aasked you. Oh well. But you know what, I'm tired of pretending, because that's what we all are right, pretenders, trying to fit into life like the pieces of the jigsaw. Well, I don't care if I don't fit in anymore. Hell, I'll be a one piece jigsaw if it means I speak what's really on my mind and not hide it somewhere between my dignity and my self conciousness. And you know what, I'm tired of being a hypocrite, like everyone else, pretending to be something your not. Act how you wnat to act, not how other people want you to.