Compliments...

I thought i was receiving the best compliments this week!
I really really really did feel on top of the world...

I was told: "YOU ROCK PETALS!" and "YOU'RE THE BEST PETALS!" *hehehehe*

And then this morning while listening to 2dayFM, comedian Judith Lucy beat me in the compliments stakes...

A guy called Josh from Meadowbank, who was playing "Know Your Crap"...after he won the game, he was gushing to her: "...You're the best Judith! I'm a gay man and even I want to marry YOU!"

Is that a compliment, or what?! *ahahaha*

Renovating me!

I started an 8 week program to renovate me.

I have it all planned out.

Each day of the 8 weeks i have mapped out my exercise plan. The intensity in which i should be working at, when to do my cardio and when to start my resistance training. I have even planned when to do my detox, but thats pending on my doctor's thumbs up.

Why am i being a fanatical health freak, who is going to measure her every improvements? Because i have noticed the effects of "letting myself go!" (My clothes feels tight on...and i dont like it!) So, i am going to make a difference in the way i look and make myself feel better about the way i look. And in the end, i hopefully will look much better than i do now. But ino at the least i will be more toned.

Week 1 has already started.

Triplets of Belleville, Pete Murray, Lion King & Quidam!

I'm so excited...and i just can't hide it...im about to lose control and i think i like it! (I don't sing that as well as the Pointer Sisters...sorry!)

*^_^*

When i was watching the Oscars this year...I saw these 3 singers pop up singing a lil diddy for a cartoon called "The Triplets of Belleville" and it was such a jazzy number...it made me want to watch the cartoon and i was wondering when it would open in cinemas here. Its a French cartoon and is being shown now during the French Film Fest...and i got tix for this Saturday! *hehehe* I'm a lil happy camper...thats what i am!

And then on Saturday nite...i'll be catching the Pete Murray Concert after the movie...*woohoo*...im just about to burst with excitement!
=D

And then on Tuesday nite...i'm a going to watch Lion King! *woohoo again* I just can't wait...I just can't wait! hehehe

I have in my hot lil hands, front row seats to Quidam - by Cirque Du Soleil...can u believe it?...its the best seats in the Big Top (not incl. VIP seats)...A reserve, seats 1 and 2...altho its for the Matinee...thats fine...suits me better...cos i can go to Paddo Mkts and then go catch the show! *double woohoo*

Altho...this is all getting costly...but anyways...im happy and thats what counts!

*gush*

Its funny, uno...how often do we hope and wish that our parents would be proud of us and our achievements? and then one day you turn around and realise that you, urself are very proud of your parents achievements.

My parents came from Vietnam and it was a hard struggle to get where they are now. But i know that they would prefer the struggle that they have to go through here in Australia versus the continuous struggle that they would have gone through if they were still in Vietnam.

My mother in particular, is why im writing todays entry.

Its a strange thing...she will be 50 this year and yet she looks like an older sister to me. She is a grandmother of two and if she took her granddaughters out, ppl would mistaken them as her daughters. Today she was found out! By that, i mean she was hunted by an up and coming fashion house to make dresses for them. They called the fashion house that my mother has been working for to get the number of the contractor that my mother directly deals with. the contractor called my mother this morning, asking my mother whether or not she would be interested in making some dresses for them. They said they wanted "the woman that had sewn those dresses for Carla."

My mother has been working for Carla Zampatti for about a decade now, and she usually makes the formal/cocktail dresses for the designer. For a woman with no formal training, my mother is a natural talent. I wish i had her skills. I love fashion. If you see the dresses on the HUGE poster on York St (or Kent, i get confused with those 2 streets)...or maybe in the window of the Elizabeth St boutique...or maybe even in GB's City store (now Myers)...those beautiful dresses were made by my mother.

I looked at the sample of the dresses she is sewing for the new designers...i felt the fabric and ino why they looked for my mother...silk, silk chiffon, those type of materials are very difficult to sew...and to make those skinny straps, with all those details in the sewing...making the dresses without tearing into the fabric is a challenge if u dont know what to do.

I asked my mother: "Don't you feel good that they wanted YOU, mummy, to make these dresses?"
Her reply: "No, look at what i have to sew, its annoying!"

She was referring to the detail she had to put in the dresses...i think it pisses her off, that although she isnt working like in a sweat shop environment, she is still far from working in a glamourous position...and she feels very little appreciation from her "higher" employers...

I think it also peeves her that the designer of her current employer is a dopey, boobless woman. Her demands are somewhat "ridiculous"...she doesnt actually sew the clothes herself, but she thinks things can be done "her" way. Even though you dont have to be a dressmaker to realise that what she wants to do is terribly wrong and tedious.

But in homage to my sweet mother...im proud of her. In the fashion industry, i would take it as a compliment that another fashion house wants YOU to make their dresses, because they know that they need the right dressmaker to pay enough attention to the quality of detail in producing those beautiful dresses.

Congratulations Mummy!
*^_^*

Agree to disagree...but pls let me say this:

Independence means losing out in love (in my case):
It is working against me that im too self sufficient. That i have a fantastic network of family and friends. To the extent that i dont give a crap and i dont want a relationship with a guy. I have yet to meet a guy that excites me or makes me feel like i want him. (M thinks thats sad and worrying...but im just telling it how i see it as a reflection of myself). A new friend suggested that i play on both fields...but he doesnt get it, that i dont want to play - with anyone.

Bras:
I believe girls need more than one bra. How does a girl survive with only ONE bra??? It just doesnt work? I think the bare minimum would be at least 4 bras. Two white bras, one black, and a nude convertible strap bra.

Pacts:
I do believe that i already have a couple existing pacts with my ex's...that by the time were either 30y/o or 35y/o (cant remember which age corresponds to which ex) and still single that we'd marry eachother for the companionship. Its a dopey backup plan, and no i wasnt drunk...and i dont even know how it came about...but yeah, we verbally pinky swore over the phone...so im not even sure if that holds up as a promise!

Irrespective of that...the reason why i bring up the notion of pacts is that i received a really odd email on Friday after lunch from E. He sent a one line email reading:

"When you and i are 30 and still single, lets make a pact to have sex!"

I ask why and he informs me that L has made a pact with E's friend and so he is jealous that they have one. So now he wants a pact...and of course it has to be with his Cherry bomb! So, i modify the pact to:

"When you and i are 30 and still single, lets do something crazy like skydiving!"

E's response is:

"Thats even better, sex on the plane!"

I wasnt going to win. -_-"

Clubbing:
When i was 18 and started clubbing...i would see all these ppl...& wonder how old they were...and mostly they were my age. I feel old now when i go clubbing. Like last nite. I was surrounded by teeny boppers...its just weird if u go clubbing and all the ppl u say hi to are your friends lil bro or sis. I feel old, and i think i look old. Im not saying this because i dont like the fact that i look older. Contrary to that, i think with the couple of years of sleepless nites programming + partying like an insane woman has actually given a lot more character to my face. I look a lot less like a chubby cheeked squirrel, which has gotta be a good thing! My cheek bones are more prominent. I just look my age.

But yeah...ive hung up my dancing shoes...my knees are hurting...i think i will need to recuperate for like 2 months (or forever) before i think about going back.

Dance with me, dont rub against me:
If i was drunk, things might be different...but as uno i dont drink and so im not intoxicated - im aware of everything...so please if u wanna dance with me, id be more than delighted to accompany you...but by no means, get up close and personal and start bumpin' and grindin' with me front-front. If it was back-back, i can accomodate cos im gonna be dancing close to ppl like that without knowing...its a very small venue...

Trust:
My friend, building trust occurs at the start of a relationship. If you have not done anything to prove that u are untrustworthy or disloyal, and she still has trust issues from her previous relationship...then thats just it. She is the one with trust issues from her ex. Its shouldnt reflect on you as being a bad guy...she needs to resolve her issues.

Brother-Sister:
I met a guy who hated his sister. Like HATED. I was surprised at how much he hated her. He said that it was the normal brother-sister hate...M and I just looked at him and said...no we dont hate our brother like that! I admit, there are moments that i will loathe my brothers. Cos those baboons can do or say some really dumb things to their sis. But admittedly, i still love them. My brothers are my protecters and saviours when im in need. As lil kids of course we fought, but now were older we get along much better. And by no means do i ever hate them for longer than an hour or so. But my silent treatments last longer than the hour or so...hehehe...well, i gotta make them learn from their mistake! =P

Age:
My birthday is coming up...im suppose to feel older, but ive been thinking...

i feel younger.

is that weird? i mean of course when im surrounded by the teeny boppers at the club i feel old relative to them. but i dont feel like im on the verge of being 23...i feel like im going back a year...or two...i actually feel like im turning 20.

Up and Huff!

Do u wanna play hard ball?
I'll show you a thing or two!
=P

Im stubborn and when i set my sights on something i really want...warning: STAND OUT OF MY WAY!

*mwauwhauhahauha*

/evil grin

p.s: I gotta post my caricature from last nite...it rocks! Many thanks to Steve Panozzo!

Busy busy bumble bee!

Things i will be doing from tonite until the end of April:

18/03/04 ~ 2DayFM Pool Party
19/03/04 ~ Friend's Birthday
27/03/04 ~ Pete Murray Concert @ Metro
30/03/04 ~ The Lion King @ Capitol Theatre

03/04/04 ~ Sunset Boulevard @ Luna Park
04/04/04 ~ Australia's Wonderland (? Not 100% sure...talk about going has stopped).
09/04/04 or 10/04/04 ~ My Birthday Celebrations (? No guarantees...i think i might make my Birthday & Graduation rolled into one thing).
15/04/04 ~ Friend's Birthday
17/04/04 ~ Maroon 5 Concert @ Gaelic Club (? Maybe)
21/04/04 ~ Best Friend's Birthday & Michael Buble Concert @ Opera House
30/04/04 ~ My Graduation Day

I'm tired from typing this out...

Morale@Work?

Work Sucks!

How do you feel excited to go to work when you see the company fall apart?
My workmates have been made redundant.
I'm only kept here because of my liason with clients...they are use to me...im the friendly face/voice amongst the engineers...

I wish i was made redundant, so I can pursue other roles...and get the agency to work for me in finding a role, vesus me quitting and getting the agent to help me find another role...i dont think they would be happy with that.

I applied for a job and in the end it was between me and another person. I was not chosen...oh well...moving right along...

I dont mind staying here, if the company wasnt acquired and changes were made slowly...but the changes have been so rapid. Its only been slightly longer than a week since the acquisition was finalised. And yesterday, all the redundancies were complete. All the people who wanted to be handed a redundancy package were kept on, all the people who wasnt expecting it - got the chop.

The people who got the chop were all the really friendly and nice people who were supportive and really sweet to me. I'm gonna miss them sooo much. I feel so sad...the family that my company was, is now gone or in a different office location.

One workmate is swamped with work cos his manager is moving to the city to work with the company that acquired us, and his collegue was made redundant, so the area in which he works in is now empty and so he has a tonne of work to do...all in silence. The other people in the cubicles after the ones beside him, will be moving away too...so this whole area will be empty...i told him that i would walk by deliberately so that he could have human contact once in a while! And he knows when it is me, because of the way i walk and the click of my heels...he announces my entry...hehehehe..."and here comes *petals* to visit me..."

I dont feel motivated to do anything anymore...and ino that when im made permanent, i'll also be swamped too with work. The number of customers will quadriple and (in the grapevine) i'll be doing the reporting too - which mind you, use to be done by a person full time! But i wont be paid accordingly for it, cos the new company is only worried about its own back...not what will become of our lil company.

-_-"

Quirkytogether!

Quirkyalones = are not anti-love and certainly not anti-sex; they're merely "anti-dull relationships." Sasha Cagen.

The byline to this article reads: "Not content to settle for second best, more and more of us are ditching bad dates and embracing single status. We're 'quirkyalones', single and loving it."

I've always said that i have given up...cos i accept being single. I'm not sure if i "lurve" it, but im fine with how i spend my time. I'm actually finding it difficult sharing my time amongst various friends and more so, devoting some time to myself. Let alone sharing that little time with a "him".

But back to the article on Sasha Cagen and her book on being quirkyalone...The book is titled "Quirkyalone: A Manifesto for Uncompromising Romantics"...I want to read it. Finally, i have come across someone, some ideas, a philosophy that is parallel to mine.

"A quirkyalone is someone who prefers to wait for the right person to come along rather than dating indiscriminately. He or she has come to appreciate singledom as a natural state, a way to live a fulfilling life."

45% of Australians are single or divorced - a stat provided in the article, which to me just screams that singleness is a very normal thing...so we shouldn't be stigmatised for being so. Its not that I dont want to be in a relationship...im just not going to hold my breath until i turn blue...sorta thing, waiting for it to happen to me. Which, from this article, i am proud to say that many feel the same way. Life is too short to put on hold while you wait for someone. Enjoy it in the now and when a person of interest comes along...enjoy it even further!

I hate the fact that i get looked upon as a sad puppy who needs your pity for being single. I especially get it from relos, and the only ones that say to me "its okay, ur still young!" are my aunts who are in their late 30's and are single. They only offer comfort because im one of them. Its so cliched.

On Saturday nite, i went out with a friend, and i met her friend. Her friend later said to her that he thought it was funny that we were both single. If he had said that to me, i would have asked "And?" Not to antagonise him...but more to ask out of curiosity about his opinion and the perspective that i would not have been able to come up with on my own - as im not a guy. My And? was more like: "So, im interesting and fun to talk to...not completely an ugmo...does that mean i should be in a relationship? what do u mean?" It would have been more like that moment between Berger and Miranda, when he was telling her about what guys really meant when they "have an early meeting tomoro morning, and therefore cant have coffee." I wanted to be enlightened, to streamline and clear things up in my head.

For the fun of it, i went to Sasha Cagen's site and did the test on how quirkyalone i was...my results are as follows:

How quirkyalone are you?
Your score was 76. Somewhat quirkyalone (otherwise known as quirkytogether): You are probably part of a mysterious group of people, the quirkytogethers. You share many of our quirky qualities, but you manage to find yourself, on a regular basis, in a coupled situation. Interesting.

I don't quite like the term "quirkyalone" as much as i do "quirkytogether"...because i dont feel alone - im often too busy to feel it...and i have many other "quirkytogether" friends that i bum with...and because a person is single it != alone or even lonely. Well i dont think it has to...of course a person might feel it from time to time...what person doesnt feel it, ever? I mean you could be with someone, but while they are away on a business trip or something...ur going to miss them and feel alone while they are gone.

Anyways...i've re-written this to bits...and i've lost the real point to this blog, so im just gonna post this even though it may be incoherent and my apologies to anyone who is trying to make sense of all the various tangents i have gone writing on, and is now lost.

*bleh*

Will you "Marry Me"?

My friend was dumped on Monday, by the love of her life...because it was his calling...to become...a Priest!

She is fine, and has found inner strength to go on...but *ugh*...
her perspective: you love this guy so much and yet he loves God more...I think she is in either a deep denial or her feelings have really been resolved! I remember the first time the idea popped into her bf's head and she told me about it. They are both devout Catholics, but she just couldnt fathom that he would join the ministry - until his Priest mentioned it to him one day!

She said to me just then on the phone that she was okay with it, I mean how do you compete with God? and he feels its his calling. She asked him this morning if he would marry her? When she said that, i was like "OMG!?" Last attempt to keep him!?!?!?! WHY?

What she meant was "Will you marry me off to another guy...when the time comes?" *sigh* She said that they are still the best of friends, and she really wants him to be part of her Wedding Day, when it happens.

All i can say is that i would be hugely crushed.

My eventful week...

Friday nite - Moonlight cinemas
For me, it was awesome...Lost in Translation is a beautiful subtle movie...there is very little dialogue, albeit...but i think thats what has made it a sweet and simple movie. I was a bit thrown in one of the final scenes where Bob is whispering something in Charlotte's ear because I couldn't hear it (i dont know if i was suppose to) but that scene was lifted because I caught a falling/shooting star at the same moment.

Saturday nite
Its always the same deal with my high school friends. It was bound to happen AGAIN! I mean it happened in 1st year of uni when we went to the Pharmacy Ball - our cars got locked in a carpark...and it turned out to be a private carpark! -_-" So, saturday nite wasnt any different it was due to happen...its advertised on the noticeboards that the carpark would be closed at 1am...we get to the carpark 10mins to 1am and guess what? our cars are locked in once again...my friends spent about 20 mins looking for another entry way that might still be opened...whilst my best friend and i stood at the gate that we entered to park our cars, to wait for our other friends to pick us up in case we couldnt get the cars out. So as we stand around, i go look at the noticeboard and there is a little message in small print (as usual) to call a particular number for after hour help. So, we call and find out that the security guards are pissing in their pants laughing for something they caused...and find that we can get the car out...following their instructions on how to get into the carpark first off. bleh. -_-!

So, I got home at 2:30am...

I should stop making plans for myself...cos when i do, it gets foiled...i say to myself..."Lets stay at home tonite and watch that dvd/vcd..." and then when i say that to myself...someone calls about 30 mins after to ask "Hey! Are u busy tonite? Wanna go and do blah?" In which i reply with hesitation these days, cos staying in seems more enjoyable, especially after such said events like cars getting locked up in carparks! Or roaming the streets in search of a restaurant that will cater for 11 people on the nite...at 8:30pm...because the person who organised dinner decided Korean BBQ just wasnt the go for that nite. *yeah*

Good news: my sis-in-law gave birth to an adorable beauty of a baby girl! Born a month exactly before me, and same day as her father but 6 months ahead in the calendar!

Sunday
I chatted online on an US server cos my friend asked me to join...since i wasnt doing anything...i did...and it was fun...but not like the rush i use to get as a kid. When ur new to irc...its a hoot...but i havent actively chatted to anyone for like yonks...i mean anyone who is unknown. Occassionaly, im on irc with friends on our own channel...but thats about it.

Then i went to the gym...and when i went to stretch with my gym bud...and she told me something about a guy...i was literally rolling on the floor laughing...because i was already on the floor...i havent laughed like that for a long while...good for the abs.

Monday
Took the day off work...i woke up really nauseous and dizzy...i think its the antibiotics, because its really strong...my doctor told me i might have side effects...ugh!

My lil brother took the day off school...so there he is on one side of the living room coughing, while im on the other side with my head spinning out...my mother is in the middle watch Springer! Ha!

Tuesday
I thought i felt extremely better, so i went to work. Had i known that my Wednesday would be so bad...i wouldnt have went to work and then to the gym afterwards! doh! I noticed at the gym in couldnt really run...i felt queezy, so i decreased the speed and walked on an incline for a very long while compared to running for a long while. I got home and had some yogurt and then went to shower and straight to bed.

Wednesday
3am...the yogurt and the water i drank and whatever else i had during the day yesterday...all came up. Its a miracle that my body knew to get out of bed and sit up, grab my bin which was lined with a bag and up-chuck in that. It was a good 3 mins for me to get out of bed...surprisingly I didnt make a mess before getting up. I thought the worse was over after the up-chuck...but no...i started getting the chills and hot flushes after that. *fun* I had to call in sick again...i didnt want to have repercussions of my food poisoning escapade at work the other time about 2 months ago. Nor risk weirding out while driving to work on Homebush Bay Drive.

Thursday
Im at work again...hopefully the worst has passed...

According to my workmate, i look like ive lost weight...my face is sullen and my chubby cheeks have gone. Should i *woohoo* over this? I dont think so...

While crawling...

Okay this will be a short post...tomoros won't be, depending on whether or not tonite's moonlight cinema gets rained out or not!
=(

When in traffic...and ur moving like a snail on the road...its always good to have a nice view in ur rearview mirror!
;)

Although...ppl, i'm in need of a consensus on guessing if a guy has a gf? For instance if a guy has either a "cute" or "pretty" dangly thingy hanging on his rearview mirror...is it safe to assume he has a gf? Cos this guy had this really pretty PINK shiny thingy...i couldnt make out if it was a heart or not...but yeah...looked suss to me...hehehe

Anyways...have fun to all of you who are gonna go drinking tonite - if its on...and please (to my friends) dont get too hammered! I worry about u guys who dont remember things after drinking excessively - well, just when u drink excessively, full stop!
=(

What of tomoro?

I took a day off cos i had a specialist appointment...and after running other errands, i was walking back to my car...

I dont know, obviously time has changed, right? Girls as young as 8 y/o are menstruating these days, but when i was a girl...it was more like 12-13 y/o. Boys are growing faster too, the growth spurts for them starts earlier too...but what i want to know is whether or not their minds are developing earlier?

I see kids loitering around after school...they seem like the youngens in year 7 or 8...i wonder what they are thinking of, whether they see anything in their future, whether they aspire to anything? While i was in year 7...i was thinking about having fun as much as any kid, but i also did think about my future...i did consider what i would like to be when i grew up, after high school...whether i wanted to be a mother or a career woman. What type of career would be fun and interesting? What career would i really want to do and would be able to do?

I look at these kids and i worry for their future. To me, they look like they have given up. I know that education isnt free. My English teacher, Mr Paul Gilchrist, would always tell us, "i wish u guys were born 10 years earlier, there is too much talent here that might go to waste because there is a high price associated with education these days. i wish u guys were born when i was born, because tertiary education was free then."

I wonder if these kids think to themselves that they cant make it? Do they ever think: "i would like to be a when i grow up...but it will cost me an arm and a leg and my nose to pay for my way OR i'd rather work, i would never be able to get the marks to get into uni!" As a kid, i wanted to be a fashion designer, an interior designer, a real estate mogul, an artist, an architect, an accountant, a lawyer, a secret agent, a doctor - specifically a psychiatrist, a writer, a stoke broker, an architect again, a lawyer again, and then a neurologist - altho mum wanted me to become a gynecologist or an obstetrician. I always thought i had a chance, even though i knew it would cost money...i never thought i couldnt get into uni if i tried hard enough or that i would never find a way to my "dream career".

As a kid, i just thought that i had to work hard and that i will get there. Maybe it was my upbringing...my mother was always telling me to appreciate my education...not to do it for her, but for myself...cos in the end i would have to look after myself...the better the career, the more money, the more secure id be...if id lose my job, because of my education, i would have a better chance in finding another...what she drummed in, was more about the fact that i would have to be independent...so it didnt matter what i did, so long as i was happy with the job and i was able to look after myself then everything would be good for the future.

And her back-up plan was of course...since im a girl...i could always be a mother if i really sucked in the work force! *LoL* She seems so liberated at times and then she whips out something from the 1950's...hahaha...

So, these kids in the streets...still in their uniform...do they care about what will actually happen when they finish school? Are they just going to bum around for as long as they can? It doesnt look like they even want to try to do anything productive...I MAY BE WRONG! I dont deny that, but thats what i think when i look at them...its disheartening, because i think the least they could do for themselves is try...but there is this unwillingness or they are just busy having fun...loitering???

I dont know...but when i see kids like this and i look at my niece, i worry even further...and my sister in law is about to give birth to baby #2...which scares me even more...is it a downhill spiral for the kids of today who are our future leaders of tomoro? what will tomoro be like if they dont care whether or not there is a tomoro?

Love her...

There was this episode of Home Improvement...and this old man tells Tim Taylor about his wife who has passed away to illustrate his point.

He says to Tim: "My wife has these porcelain cats that she would line up on the windowsill to display. Its the most hideous thing i have ever seen. I hate them. So, i would take them off the windowsill and line them up in the cupboard. Everyday without fail after i have placed them in the cupboard, she would go to the cupboard and take them out and line them back on the windowsill."

Tim asks: "Now that she has passed away, where are the cats now? Did u get rid of them?"

The old man says: "They are on the windowsill, all lined up."

Tim says: "I thought u hated them?"

The old man replies: "But she loved them... You see, u dont have to understand women...u just have to love them."

Basically, even though the old man hated those cats, his wife loved them and he loved his wife more than enough to keep them on the windowsill even though she had passed away...its all out of love...*sigh*...

Who would of thought something insightful would come out of Home Improvement? Although, Wilson would always say something good and philosophical...floats totally right over Tim's head...but yeah...

=)

Like a wall flower...

I watched Mona Lisa Smiles on Friday nite. I really enjoyed it. Not because it was the best movie I had ever seen...it was just a quaint, insightful, good feeling sort of movie - that was really directed to females. It was funny and sincere, and it evoked emotions in me. Emotions that reside in the part of me that is pro-female, not quite feminist, pro-choice for both genders. It made me laugh and i felt good when i recognised Pollock when i saw it!

On Saturday, i caught Irreversible...my workmate had said that he wanted to watch it because it received rave reviews, so naturally i was really curious. After reading the reviews i was worried that i wouldnt be able to handle the details of such traumatic events. i think im left desensitised after watching it...all i can hear is the fire extinguisher at the point of contact...that mixture of the thuds or twangs...if u ever heard a fire extinguisher upon impact with, say a concrete floor, thats the sound i hear in my head...the final scene of that chapter of the movie is highly disturbing...surprisingly my pasta for lunch didnt pop back up.

I will never be the same again if i ever hear of a woman getting raped cos now i have a scene of it in my head. Yes, i actually sat there watching a rape scene in all its gore for the whole 9 or so minutes. A couple walked out after the girl was raped...i dont think the gf of the couple could take it anymore. Although, she walked out just when the movie was entering "happier" mode...There are 3 sections to the movie...the first 2 sections are disturbing, gut wrenching, utterly explicit, horrific stuf...while the 3rd section is more light and fluffy...

In a way, im glad the movie made its transition from yuck to omg to okay...if it had happened in the sequence of events as it should have happened and not backwards, i think i would be more traumatised...with the movie going backwards, certain things are kept from you. had you already been aware of those things...the story to me, would have been more upsetting.

I come home from watching Irreversible...and i go to my friends house and watch A Tale of Two Sisters...its suppose to be Korea's #1 horror flick...nope...did nothing for me...it confused me, but scare me? not in this life time and definitely not after Irreversible had shocked my system. There were errie parts, albeit...but i watched it without a flinch.

Last nite, i watched The Gift...i think the movie is suppose to be a horror flick...but it didnt turn out that way, or once again, i just dont feel anything. i watched it waiting for a scary part...but to no avail...i just sat there like i was watching some soap opera...

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I'm actually continuing this post...i tend to make promises (blog-related) and then break them...ahahaha...

I watched Once Upon A Time in Mexico...and it was a really funny movie...obvious B-grade (or was it meant to look like it?), i couldn't stop cracking up...the gun in the guitar, the acrobatics, the knives that Salma manages to throw at the bad guys, the bombs, the whole militia outfit, the fact that a CIA agent is playing all these people along with an ex FBI...its just ridiculous. Characters are killed off left right and centre, for any reason u can think of...its hilarious...

Mind you i watched this on dvd...at home...so here i am in my pjs *rofl* with tears in my eyes...i would suggest anyone who wants a laugh to go watch this movie...or grab a copy of it...just for Johnny Depp...watch it! =P