Just download this extension to get it fixed! Yes, the extension is legit. The page tells me it’s created by Google, so it should be safe.
That said, I’m among the large subset of users who do actually use the Backspace button to go back, and I admit I rely on the Are you sure you want to leave the page? Data may not have been saved” message to tell me I’m leaving the form I’m working on.
I know there are people who have lost data because of this backspace issue, but I find it really stupid that there has to be an extension for this in the first place. Also note that while this should fix most of your backspace not working issues caused by Chrome, there are some pages where it fails. Still, it’s a “solution” to a problem that should not have existed in the first place.
Been battling a really bad flu and cough for the past two weeks. It culminated in a high fever (for me) of 39°C last Thursday, though since the doc gave me antibiotics my temperature has been going down. I suspect that my first bout during that first week was viral fever, and then I somehow got reinfected the following week with something else. Either way, I can sleep better now; I’m not coughing myself half to death like I was the past few nights.
Hopefully this means I’ll be back to normal by Monday. I hate being sick. /whine
Summary: An ok movie. Underwhelming given the hype. Wasted casting.
There’s a reason why this review has a trailer instead of the image most of you know me for. The answer is this: I would prefer rewatch the trailer instead of watching the movie, even if you paid me to rewatch the latter.
SO. FUCKING. WASTED.
The cast, the crew, the SETTING of the entire movie? FULL POINTS. I enjoyed seeing all the characters, enjoyed the costumes, the setting of the sets. They’re the reason why this movie is a 4/10 (aka 2/5). The actors were so on point in their roles, I can’t really divorce them from their players now.
I expected to love Harley, but I didn’t expect to love her this much. She’s so batshit insane.
Deadshot? Quite alright. And Will Smith is pretty good at this.
Captain Boomerang, Killer Croc and Enchantress? Could have used more touches. So could Slipknot and Katana.
Amanda Waller? She’s here and there, but I think that’s more of the script, and less of the actress. There were some very out of character lines. @.@
What I didn’t expect? Holy crap EL DIABLO. He’s the surprise scene stealer.
Flag had no on-screen presence. Next to everyone else he’s kinda… not there.
The Joker. ARGH this annoys me so much. You can sense there’s so many things between him and Harley and yet NONE of them are alluded to. NONE are even shown. There’s a huge disconnect between the flashbacks and how he acts that it’s maddening. And not in a good way (this section alone would have given the movie a R-rating, and you know what? They should have!).
Which brings me to the point of why the movie just flops for me:
What the hell was that excuse of a plot? It feels like the characters were being pushed into places they had to go because “they have to.” Like a bad fanfic writer trying to do a self-insert and deciding not to because it’d be too embarrassing, but yet not really understanding how to write.
Case in point: Final battle sequence. Why in the world would anyone have followed Flag after he gave them their freedom? Two characters definitely had motivation, but the others… is there any reason for them to?
Flag calls himself a soldier but the way he follows orders is so… @.@ his character is contradictory (and not in a good way).
We never got an explanation for how the main villain managed to delay dying. Except vampirism of some weird sort.
And these are just the spoiler-free versions. The worst part of it? You can tell there was so much more. Each of the actors were very much in character (except Flag) but what they portrayed didn’t fit what the story wanted, and it shows. It really shows.
And yes, this part I will spoil you: A lot of what you see in that trailer? Never made the final cut. Which leads me to think it’s probably the fault of Without Balls (aka WB). Ayers is not an incompetent director and that makes me think the studio probably didn’t have the guts to let him release the version he intended.
Hey WB, a word of advice. When you let your middle managers tell you taking a risk is a bad thing, despite the hype of the fans, this is how you kill your own business. I wanted to watch Suicide Squad with the Joker probably going all demented on them. Getting your lame attempt at a McGuffin? Way to kill someone else’s career because you can’t, in Harley’s words, “Own your shit.”
Hotlink, a local prepaid telco, has also launched some great promotions. Hotlink customers will get a 10% discount on all Pokémon Go in-app purchases via Hotlink Cash Online
Local Ingress players will have a slight advantage. Majority of local portals, especially Na Tuk Gongs, are Pokestops
Personally, I am expecting Digi and Celcom to also attempt to cash in on the Pokemon Go craze. Hotlink has obviously claimed team Valor for themselves (both are red) which means Digi should be Instinct and Celcom Mystic. It’s interesting how all three colours are the colours of the biggest telcos in Malaysia, aren’t they…..
Over the weekend, the bear and me went to Midvalley for the Maybank Treats Fair. However, this is not an entry about that Fair.
Rather, it’s about Shisedo’s slogan for their new range of lipsticks.
Red the first color.
While their website indicates that this is a throwback towards Shiseido’s history, I would like to think that it means the first colour seen on a human being besides their skin tone.
Red, the colour of blood.
Passion, heat, intensity. In most of human culture, lips were almost always painted red. Not blue, not brown, but red.
It’s a vibrant colour, stark against the colour of our skin. It’s attention-grabbing. It’s unsubtle. It’s powerful.
Red, the lip.
I love having red lips. There’s something incredibly strong about such a colour. I love especially, wearing them on my lips. I wear them though, not for others, but for myself. It is a silent affirmation, a subtle reminder. My words are my own, but when I speak, how they are received, depends on how I deliver them.
And that pretty much reminds me of my job as a copywriter.
Having my painted lips is a form of armour. A silent reminder to stand firm. To speak clearly. And to carry myself with confidence. To remember that I chose to wear this face. That I have control.