Birthday blues
There’s an alarm clock by my bed that no longer tells me the right time. It just goes tick tick tick and the monotony of it probably helps put me to sleep every night. And it’s been like this for the past two years. Last year, my Swatch watch that I had been wearing since I was in year 11 died on me. I loved that watch. And so I bought myself a new watch. But I lost that. And to be honest, I haven’t really bothered to look for it. Or buy a new one.
I guess I’ve been trying to tell myself that I don’t really want to know the time anymore.
A week before my 24th birthday, and I’m in teenybopper heaven watching four gay dancing boys wiggling their butts to Liberty X. It tells me that I got back to my seat way too early. I should’ve stayed outside and had the rest of my scalp sprayed blue.
But I am at Rumba. So I guess I might as well take everything in… and all the unearthly delights it has to offer.
The line-up isn’t as impressive as last year. Bachelor Girl headlines a mostly pre-recorded first half that features IIO, DJ Sammy, Sophie Monk and Abs, who plays a magical keyboard that continues to play itself even after he stops playing. Sophie, at least, had other things to offer.
Selwyn’s actually OK. Australia’s little king of try-hard RnB comes on with his posse of other ‘I’ve-never-lived-in-American-ghettos-but-I-act-like-I-do’ boys and actually does a decent job of working the crowd with lines like ‘When I say SEL, you say WYN! SEL-WYN! SEL-WYN!’
Ironically, the acts which I end up enjoying the most are the ones that didn’t even make it to the main stage. Brooke McClymont and David Franj are two names that I will no doubt be looking out for at the record shops in the near future.
But back to the main stage, the latter half of the program improves a lot in terms of quality of performance and crowd atmosphere. While Taxiride is only so-so and looks like they wish they were headlining the Big Day Out instead of Teenyfest, Pink, Bon Jovi and Shaggy (and to a lesser extent, Natalie Imbruglia) all manage to get the crowd going and put on great shows. But I think it still says something when the only songs I find myself singing along to are Bon Jovi’s old stuff. Like Livin’on a prayer and Bad medicine.
Don’t get me wrong. I had a fun time. But I don’t feel like writing any more about it for the time being. And maybe my time for these things are coming to a close… unless of course Mandy or Avril decide to come next year.
But until then… maybe I’ll buy myself a new watch for my birthday.
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
Friday, December 06, 2002
The day the Earth stood still
It kinda felt like it didn’t it? The lights flickering. The computers rebooting themselves at random intervals and the server making weird cicada-like noises. And now the air conditioning is down. You thought maybe it was because you were screwing around on the internet when you should’ve been working.
Oh my God! What did I do? What did I do?!
Or it may have been the beginnings of an alien invasion. Just like in the movie.
But no. It was the fires. And while they were blazing, and homes were getting destroyed, you were sitting at your desk complaining that your email wasn’t working. I’m sure there’s something in that to ponder about. But it’s totally escaped you.
The train ride to the city was slow but thankfully the air conditioning was working. It stopped for about ten minutes at every station. So long was the ride that a middle-aged Chinese man started doing exercises to prevent deep vein thrombosis — something that he had no doubt learnt on a flight from Taipei, Shanghai or wherever the guy came from. I doubt that he was ever really in risk of dying while in the hands Cityrail’s finest though. I would’ve been more worried about the vegetables that he had bought from Chinatown that day. But then again, the air conditioning was working.
When stopped in the middle of a tunnel, to your right were two people standing in the space in between the carriages to have a smoke. It bothered you to think just how bad it must be to not even be able to wait a few minutes to have a smoke. But then it was the actual smell that bothered you more wasn’t it?
At Wynyard, people bustled about as usual but traffic was at a standstill and the escalators weren’t working. And when you got to class, the elevators weren’t working there either and you had to go up seven extra floors and then come back all the way down where you had to wait for Miss Buffy to come get you. You felt like there was something that people weren’t telling you. Something a little eerie to the senses. Just like in the movie.
Going home wasn’t any better either. All the trains were out of whack and the one that was supposed to take you home ended up going first stop Glenfield. There weren’t even meant to be any trains going to Glenfield that night! The man standing beside you kept saying ‘Good on them, they deserve that train.’ And the first time he said it, it kinda amused and the next couple of times was overkill but the next few times after that and you were thinking ‘Dude, you’re weird!’
Although I doubt the word ‘dude’ was actually used. You wouldn’t use the word ‘dude’ would you?
But there was a consolation to waiting so long to get home wasn’t there? There was a girl. One of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on. And she was waiting for the same train. She reminded you a little of Chloe Maxwell, but with the charming effervescence of Audrey Hepburn’s Holly Golightly and the impressive bustline of Jennifer Love Hewitt’s… well… every character she plays, I guess. She’s the kind of girl that almost makes you thankful that it’s taking you so long to get home.
Almost.
But the train chugged along and eventually the long stops weren’t so long anymore and past the airport, the train ride became pretty smooth. And then, more than two hours after you left class, it’s your stop and you got off and walked up the stairs. And when you’re up there, the traffic lights seemed to be acting a little funny and you half-expected the flying saucer to come down in front of you, didn’t you? And then the spaceman in the robot suit would walk out of the saucer and explain everything to you. Just like in the movie.
It would be fitting, don’t you think? Your state battling the terrible annual fires. Your government backing another government to start another kind of fire. And the spaceman in the robot suit would walk out of the saucer and explain everything to you.
But there was nothing. There’s just you walking on home, happy that you’ll make it back in time for FreakyLinks, and singing ‘Your body is a wonderland’ in your head. I guess that was for the girl. It always seems to end up being about a girl, doesn’t it?
It kinda felt like it didn’t it? The lights flickering. The computers rebooting themselves at random intervals and the server making weird cicada-like noises. And now the air conditioning is down. You thought maybe it was because you were screwing around on the internet when you should’ve been working.
Oh my God! What did I do? What did I do?!
Or it may have been the beginnings of an alien invasion. Just like in the movie.
But no. It was the fires. And while they were blazing, and homes were getting destroyed, you were sitting at your desk complaining that your email wasn’t working. I’m sure there’s something in that to ponder about. But it’s totally escaped you.
The train ride to the city was slow but thankfully the air conditioning was working. It stopped for about ten minutes at every station. So long was the ride that a middle-aged Chinese man started doing exercises to prevent deep vein thrombosis — something that he had no doubt learnt on a flight from Taipei, Shanghai or wherever the guy came from. I doubt that he was ever really in risk of dying while in the hands Cityrail’s finest though. I would’ve been more worried about the vegetables that he had bought from Chinatown that day. But then again, the air conditioning was working.
When stopped in the middle of a tunnel, to your right were two people standing in the space in between the carriages to have a smoke. It bothered you to think just how bad it must be to not even be able to wait a few minutes to have a smoke. But then it was the actual smell that bothered you more wasn’t it?
At Wynyard, people bustled about as usual but traffic was at a standstill and the escalators weren’t working. And when you got to class, the elevators weren’t working there either and you had to go up seven extra floors and then come back all the way down where you had to wait for Miss Buffy to come get you. You felt like there was something that people weren’t telling you. Something a little eerie to the senses. Just like in the movie.
Going home wasn’t any better either. All the trains were out of whack and the one that was supposed to take you home ended up going first stop Glenfield. There weren’t even meant to be any trains going to Glenfield that night! The man standing beside you kept saying ‘Good on them, they deserve that train.’ And the first time he said it, it kinda amused and the next couple of times was overkill but the next few times after that and you were thinking ‘Dude, you’re weird!’
Although I doubt the word ‘dude’ was actually used. You wouldn’t use the word ‘dude’ would you?
But there was a consolation to waiting so long to get home wasn’t there? There was a girl. One of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on. And she was waiting for the same train. She reminded you a little of Chloe Maxwell, but with the charming effervescence of Audrey Hepburn’s Holly Golightly and the impressive bustline of Jennifer Love Hewitt’s… well… every character she plays, I guess. She’s the kind of girl that almost makes you thankful that it’s taking you so long to get home.
Almost.
But the train chugged along and eventually the long stops weren’t so long anymore and past the airport, the train ride became pretty smooth. And then, more than two hours after you left class, it’s your stop and you got off and walked up the stairs. And when you’re up there, the traffic lights seemed to be acting a little funny and you half-expected the flying saucer to come down in front of you, didn’t you? And then the spaceman in the robot suit would walk out of the saucer and explain everything to you. Just like in the movie.
It would be fitting, don’t you think? Your state battling the terrible annual fires. Your government backing another government to start another kind of fire. And the spaceman in the robot suit would walk out of the saucer and explain everything to you.
But there was nothing. There’s just you walking on home, happy that you’ll make it back in time for FreakyLinks, and singing ‘Your body is a wonderland’ in your head. I guess that was for the girl. It always seems to end up being about a girl, doesn’t it?
Monday, December 02, 2002
Weekend
Episode 1: Uncommon sense … or The Fabio moment
A defining moment in television during the late 90s is when Fabio, after eating a piece of bread with a delicious yellow low-calorie spread, says: ‘I can’t believe it’s not butter.’
On the weekend, I had one of those Fabio moments. Except I was saying: ‘I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.’ And I still can’t. The situation was something like this:
I stated a simple proposition that I had always assumed to be a commonly known fact, completely unworthy of any lengthy discussion. But the people who were with me disputed this through the use of illogical tangents and lines of thought that I can’t describe in any way other than to make them look moronic.
So I stopped the discussion at some point and just smiled. Sometimes it’s the only way to deal with these kinds of situations. What bothered me even more is the fact that the people I was talking to were all rather bright individuals who are not, in any way, moronic.
And this leads me to think the following:
Some people assume that the ability for logical thinking is innate. I have often assumed that some thought processes that I possess are ones which I can just pile under: ‘just use your common sense.’ It’s taken me this long to realise that logical thinking isn’t just something you either have or you don’t. It’s also a trained skill. There are certain thought processes that I find easy to deal with and yet I have a lot of trouble conveying the same ideas to other people. I’m not saying I’m intellectually superior to these people. I’m simply saying that they’ve never been exposed to certain ways of thinking that I may have. As De Bono would say, people don’t spend enough time thinking about thinking.
I think I’ll stop here. I’ve been thinking of ways to continue this discussion without being condescending, but I can’t find any.
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Episode 2: Scaring myself
OK, so I saw The Ring. Yes it has some scary bits but it’s not as scary as Mark and Riss say it is! It was a good movie though. Very enjoyable. Naomi Watts is divine. The ending begs for a sequel. I liked it.
But in terms of being frightening, it didn’t do that much for me. During the movie, it was scary but afterwards, it didn’t creep me out at all thinking about it. Not the way that thinking about the Sixth Sense (especially that vomiting girl in the tent scene) or the Exorcist (spider-walk anyone?) still scares me even now. Actually I think if I saw just the video (the video in the movie) without watching the movie itself, I’d be far more creeped out. There’s something really frightening about disjointed random images that don’t make sense.
So the next day, I decided to borrow the Omen trilogy to see if that scares me. Nah. Again, good films, but I slept soundly.
But I think I know now where they got idea for The Ring: Forwarded emails! I can’t explain this any more without giving the ending away but I think those who have seen it might know what I’m talking about.
Episode 1: Uncommon sense … or The Fabio moment
A defining moment in television during the late 90s is when Fabio, after eating a piece of bread with a delicious yellow low-calorie spread, says: ‘I can’t believe it’s not butter.’
On the weekend, I had one of those Fabio moments. Except I was saying: ‘I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.’ And I still can’t. The situation was something like this:
I stated a simple proposition that I had always assumed to be a commonly known fact, completely unworthy of any lengthy discussion. But the people who were with me disputed this through the use of illogical tangents and lines of thought that I can’t describe in any way other than to make them look moronic.
So I stopped the discussion at some point and just smiled. Sometimes it’s the only way to deal with these kinds of situations. What bothered me even more is the fact that the people I was talking to were all rather bright individuals who are not, in any way, moronic.
And this leads me to think the following:
Some people assume that the ability for logical thinking is innate. I have often assumed that some thought processes that I possess are ones which I can just pile under: ‘just use your common sense.’ It’s taken me this long to realise that logical thinking isn’t just something you either have or you don’t. It’s also a trained skill. There are certain thought processes that I find easy to deal with and yet I have a lot of trouble conveying the same ideas to other people. I’m not saying I’m intellectually superior to these people. I’m simply saying that they’ve never been exposed to certain ways of thinking that I may have. As De Bono would say, people don’t spend enough time thinking about thinking.
I think I’ll stop here. I’ve been thinking of ways to continue this discussion without being condescending, but I can’t find any.
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Episode 2: Scaring myself
OK, so I saw The Ring. Yes it has some scary bits but it’s not as scary as Mark and Riss say it is! It was a good movie though. Very enjoyable. Naomi Watts is divine. The ending begs for a sequel. I liked it.
But in terms of being frightening, it didn’t do that much for me. During the movie, it was scary but afterwards, it didn’t creep me out at all thinking about it. Not the way that thinking about the Sixth Sense (especially that vomiting girl in the tent scene) or the Exorcist (spider-walk anyone?) still scares me even now. Actually I think if I saw just the video (the video in the movie) without watching the movie itself, I’d be far more creeped out. There’s something really frightening about disjointed random images that don’t make sense.
So the next day, I decided to borrow the Omen trilogy to see if that scares me. Nah. Again, good films, but I slept soundly.
But I think I know now where they got idea for The Ring: Forwarded emails! I can’t explain this any more without giving the ending away but I think those who have seen it might know what I’m talking about.
Monday, November 25, 2002
Stop selling us crap!
Is it just me or does it seem ridiculous that Big W is bragging about donating $1 to the RSPCA drought relief appeal for every 36-pack of Pepsi sold? I mean, who the hell buys a 36-pack of Pepsi?! How many of these packs would get sold in a day? It’s almost like me saying that I’d donate $1 for every supermodel that walks up to me on the street and offers to sleep with me. OK. So maybe I do exaggerate a little, but if they donated $1 for every 36 cans of Pepsi sold, that’d be great. Or even every 100 cans sold. But as it stands, it all seems just a little ‘all talk and no action’ for me. Or maybe I just really underestimate Australia’s love of Pepsi. But I doubt it.
Speaking of Pepsi, with Coke doing alright with their Vanilla Coke thing (I actually quite like it), Pepsi have come up with Pepsi Blue! What is it (I hear you ask!)?! Well it tastes pretty much like Pepsi except it’s… um… blue. This is almost like me saying… um… actually, I don’t have a supermodel analogy for this one.
Now, speaking of special promotions and such, I bought the Spiderman DVD for $29. Then I see next to it a super-duper special boxed set for $59 or $69 or something. Now my DVD already has a second disc with interviews, behind the scenes, outtakes and such. What more could possibly be in this $69 shiny box that I would pay an extra $40 for?! What more could the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring: Special Edition possibly have besides an extra long title? Extra footage? Do we really need extra footage?! Well do we at least get an extra hobbit?! My pirated copy from Thailand includes an additional hobbit… or wait… maybe it’s just some guy in the cinema getting up to go to the toilet in the middle of the movie.
Recent CD purchases:
Machine Gun Fellatio (***), Ben Lee (***1/2), Wallflowers (***1/2). The Ben Lee CD also comes with a free T-shirt. It’s red, and pretty much looks like the kind of t-shirt that you get free with a CD.
Is it just me or does it seem ridiculous that Big W is bragging about donating $1 to the RSPCA drought relief appeal for every 36-pack of Pepsi sold? I mean, who the hell buys a 36-pack of Pepsi?! How many of these packs would get sold in a day? It’s almost like me saying that I’d donate $1 for every supermodel that walks up to me on the street and offers to sleep with me. OK. So maybe I do exaggerate a little, but if they donated $1 for every 36 cans of Pepsi sold, that’d be great. Or even every 100 cans sold. But as it stands, it all seems just a little ‘all talk and no action’ for me. Or maybe I just really underestimate Australia’s love of Pepsi. But I doubt it.
Speaking of Pepsi, with Coke doing alright with their Vanilla Coke thing (I actually quite like it), Pepsi have come up with Pepsi Blue! What is it (I hear you ask!)?! Well it tastes pretty much like Pepsi except it’s… um… blue. This is almost like me saying… um… actually, I don’t have a supermodel analogy for this one.
Now, speaking of special promotions and such, I bought the Spiderman DVD for $29. Then I see next to it a super-duper special boxed set for $59 or $69 or something. Now my DVD already has a second disc with interviews, behind the scenes, outtakes and such. What more could possibly be in this $69 shiny box that I would pay an extra $40 for?! What more could the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring: Special Edition possibly have besides an extra long title? Extra footage? Do we really need extra footage?! Well do we at least get an extra hobbit?! My pirated copy from Thailand includes an additional hobbit… or wait… maybe it’s just some guy in the cinema getting up to go to the toilet in the middle of the movie.
Recent CD purchases:
Machine Gun Fellatio (***), Ben Lee (***1/2), Wallflowers (***1/2). The Ben Lee CD also comes with a free T-shirt. It’s red, and pretty much looks like the kind of t-shirt that you get free with a CD.
Monday, November 18, 2002
Not knowing which way the wind blows
It feels OK but something just isn’t right.
There’s nothing uglier than the displeasure you get at the sight of your own reflection.
And perhaps by tomorrow it will all be fine. Perhaps by tomorrow, I’ll stop babbling like a moron over… what exactly? I don’t know.
‘Well at least you can see yourself in the mirror’, says Sleepwalker. ‘At least you’re not a vampire.’
I need to be pitied for pitying myself. Not for that which I pity myself about.
But at least I’m not a vampire.
It feels OK but something just isn’t right.
There’s nothing uglier than the displeasure you get at the sight of your own reflection.
And perhaps by tomorrow it will all be fine. Perhaps by tomorrow, I’ll stop babbling like a moron over… what exactly? I don’t know.
‘Well at least you can see yourself in the mirror’, says Sleepwalker. ‘At least you’re not a vampire.’
I need to be pitied for pitying myself. Not for that which I pity myself about.
But at least I’m not a vampire.
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
Greater Expectations
The flames have been rekindled and my love for theatre burns brightly once more (did I just write that?!). It was originally money (or lack thereof) that pulled me away. Tickets just got too expensive and STC subscriptions weren’t worth it because STC just isn’t consistent enough with their quality. A lot of their productions are rather dry and uninspired affairs written by over-the-hill writers (e.g. David Williamson) who’ve lost their edge. There are a lot of smaller theatres now that are winning people over with smaller but more original efforts, but when STC does something properly, they’re still damn hard to beat.
And there’s something about drama theatre that you just can’t get on TV or the big screen or even big Broadway-style musicals. It could be the rawness of it. Or the melodrama. Or simply the fact that real people are standing in front of you and you are so damn close to them. It’s voyeurism on multiple levels. Whatever.
Lately, I’ve seen a couple of pretty good ones. Thanks to Lil who’s suddenly gotten into it all (it used to be me dragging her along!) and organised the last two. Here are my thoughts on both.
The Glass Menagerie — This is the second Tennessee Williams play I’ve seen and I’ve become a fan. The guy’s a genius. He reminds me why I liked theatre in the first place: great writing, great dialogue. And although not quite as polished as the West End production of Cat on a hot tin roof I saw last year (Marcus Graham just can’t compare to Brendan Fraser), this was still pretty damn good. The acting was solid and any bad points (some scenes just seemed awkward) didn’t detract enough from the fact that it’s a bloody well-written play. Although Aussies doing Southern American accents just doesn’t do it for me. Marcus Graham sounded Irish when he got angry!
Great Expectations — Last night. Four hours long! But I stayed through it. And relished it, faults and all. It’s brave of them to try to put Dickens on the stage and they succeeded to some degree. They were certainly creative in their interpretation (using wheeled chairs to simulate a boat worked better than you’d think) but as anyone else who have tried to re-interpret this story must know, there’s just too much there. Even four hours wasn’t enough to tell the whole story. They shouldn’t have tried to cram so much into it. Three things for me came out of watching this play last night: (1) Great Expectations is one of the greatest stories ever written, (2) They made a good attempt at putting it on stage, but (3) the story just isn’t meant for the stage. For one thing, the city of London is a character all it’s own in the story. But it’s very hard to simulate a city on stage (lots of people walking up and down the stage just isn’t good enough) and the filth of poverty and the eerie Satis House are also very hard to reproduce on stage. And these are all very important images in the novel. Finally, Estella just wasn’t alluring enough. She was just plain unlikeable. She’s literature’s ultimate femme fatale! You’re supposed to love her and hate her at the same time.
These aren’t the two greatest productions I’ve seen. But they're even further from being the worst that I've seen. And it’s brought back a little… or a lot… of the passion that I once had for watching a bunch of men and women shouting to each other on an unnatural stage.
The flames have been rekindled and my love for theatre burns brightly once more (did I just write that?!). It was originally money (or lack thereof) that pulled me away. Tickets just got too expensive and STC subscriptions weren’t worth it because STC just isn’t consistent enough with their quality. A lot of their productions are rather dry and uninspired affairs written by over-the-hill writers (e.g. David Williamson) who’ve lost their edge. There are a lot of smaller theatres now that are winning people over with smaller but more original efforts, but when STC does something properly, they’re still damn hard to beat.
And there’s something about drama theatre that you just can’t get on TV or the big screen or even big Broadway-style musicals. It could be the rawness of it. Or the melodrama. Or simply the fact that real people are standing in front of you and you are so damn close to them. It’s voyeurism on multiple levels. Whatever.
Lately, I’ve seen a couple of pretty good ones. Thanks to Lil who’s suddenly gotten into it all (it used to be me dragging her along!) and organised the last two. Here are my thoughts on both.
The Glass Menagerie — This is the second Tennessee Williams play I’ve seen and I’ve become a fan. The guy’s a genius. He reminds me why I liked theatre in the first place: great writing, great dialogue. And although not quite as polished as the West End production of Cat on a hot tin roof I saw last year (Marcus Graham just can’t compare to Brendan Fraser), this was still pretty damn good. The acting was solid and any bad points (some scenes just seemed awkward) didn’t detract enough from the fact that it’s a bloody well-written play. Although Aussies doing Southern American accents just doesn’t do it for me. Marcus Graham sounded Irish when he got angry!
Great Expectations — Last night. Four hours long! But I stayed through it. And relished it, faults and all. It’s brave of them to try to put Dickens on the stage and they succeeded to some degree. They were certainly creative in their interpretation (using wheeled chairs to simulate a boat worked better than you’d think) but as anyone else who have tried to re-interpret this story must know, there’s just too much there. Even four hours wasn’t enough to tell the whole story. They shouldn’t have tried to cram so much into it. Three things for me came out of watching this play last night: (1) Great Expectations is one of the greatest stories ever written, (2) They made a good attempt at putting it on stage, but (3) the story just isn’t meant for the stage. For one thing, the city of London is a character all it’s own in the story. But it’s very hard to simulate a city on stage (lots of people walking up and down the stage just isn’t good enough) and the filth of poverty and the eerie Satis House are also very hard to reproduce on stage. And these are all very important images in the novel. Finally, Estella just wasn’t alluring enough. She was just plain unlikeable. She’s literature’s ultimate femme fatale! You’re supposed to love her and hate her at the same time.
These aren’t the two greatest productions I’ve seen. But they're even further from being the worst that I've seen. And it’s brought back a little… or a lot… of the passion that I once had for watching a bunch of men and women shouting to each other on an unnatural stage.
Thursday, November 07, 2002
Your ideas are not your own
Is it just me or does Dylan Lewis look more like Monkey Magic than is normally possible for a man without make-up?
What?
Ugliness is a very ugly thing.
Is that meant to be wise?
Whatever.
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Question: Are we sick of nubile Britney-pop starlets yet?
Well I’m not! So here’s yet another cute little 18-year-old to marvel in all her splendour! My prediction (with a 68.7% level of accuracy) is that Alizee here will be the next big import to these shores. She’s already huge in her homeland (France), the rest of Europe and recently the UK. Her stuff should make it here and to the US as soon as she… um… learns English.
OK so there’s probably something not quite right about a teenage girl singing ‘Moi… Lolita’ but hey, it’s catchy so just soak up the goodness!
__________
I saw this Honkie movie over the weekend called Fall for you, with one of my favourite Honkie stars in it, Francis Ng. Anyway, it was another shallow romantic comedy in typical Honkie fashion where love can develop within a single meeting and life-altering decisions are made are based on a smiling glance from a beautiful stranger. But this particular film didn’t end the way I expected it to. Not the way these films usually end — which is either a happy ending or somebody dies. And I was really disturbed by it. I don’t know whether it was the actual story end that bothered me or just the fact that it didn’t fit the usual template. But I can’t believe I was emotionally moved and disturbed by a B-grade romantic comedy!
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My friend turned 24 last Sunday and my day is coming up real soon. I’m feeling old again. I haven’t done enough. I felt so down about it on Tuesday that I had to buy myself an Oreo Bash just to calm me down (or maybe I just wanted one and needed an excuse).
Oh and I also bought myself the Spider-man DVD (for some reason, the Oreo Bash seems more important). It’s still a fantastic movie the second time around. Wilhem Dafoe and Toby Maguire’s is-he-really-such-a-little-boy-or-is-he-on-drugs flat, wide-eyed acting really pushes the film beyond just a special effects spectacular. But is it just me or is Kirsten Dunst completely unspectacular?
Maybe it’s just me.
Is it just me or does Dylan Lewis look more like Monkey Magic than is normally possible for a man without make-up?
What?
Ugliness is a very ugly thing.
Is that meant to be wise?
Whatever.
__________
Question: Are we sick of nubile Britney-pop starlets yet?
Well I’m not! So here’s yet another cute little 18-year-old to marvel in all her splendour! My prediction (with a 68.7% level of accuracy) is that Alizee here will be the next big import to these shores. She’s already huge in her homeland (France), the rest of Europe and recently the UK. Her stuff should make it here and to the US as soon as she… um… learns English.
OK so there’s probably something not quite right about a teenage girl singing ‘Moi… Lolita’ but hey, it’s catchy so just soak up the goodness!
__________
I saw this Honkie movie over the weekend called Fall for you, with one of my favourite Honkie stars in it, Francis Ng. Anyway, it was another shallow romantic comedy in typical Honkie fashion where love can develop within a single meeting and life-altering decisions are made are based on a smiling glance from a beautiful stranger. But this particular film didn’t end the way I expected it to. Not the way these films usually end — which is either a happy ending or somebody dies. And I was really disturbed by it. I don’t know whether it was the actual story end that bothered me or just the fact that it didn’t fit the usual template. But I can’t believe I was emotionally moved and disturbed by a B-grade romantic comedy!
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My friend turned 24 last Sunday and my day is coming up real soon. I’m feeling old again. I haven’t done enough. I felt so down about it on Tuesday that I had to buy myself an Oreo Bash just to calm me down (or maybe I just wanted one and needed an excuse).
Oh and I also bought myself the Spider-man DVD (for some reason, the Oreo Bash seems more important). It’s still a fantastic movie the second time around. Wilhem Dafoe and Toby Maguire’s is-he-really-such-a-little-boy-or-is-he-on-drugs flat, wide-eyed acting really pushes the film beyond just a special effects spectacular. But is it just me or is Kirsten Dunst completely unspectacular?
Maybe it’s just me.
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