Thursday, July 14, 2005
There is only a few reasons why I'm churning out so many posts in one nite and one of which is that I've nothing better to surf but still prefer to remain online and be aimless than to gainfully sleep. But oh well. Okie there's nothing I really want to write about in this post besides proving how aimless I am.Hmmm lets talk about random stuff. Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events was good, if not because the girl lead looked gorgeous. She has a fabulous wardrobe, a hairdo I aspire to having (on occasions) and a pair of luscious lips. Her lips are much better than Jolie's. Declared virginal and very desirable *insert smiley* +> The film generally was Tim Burton-aspirant, somewhere there in terms of cinematography and art direction but also not quite there when it comes to humour and cohesiveness. But films based on books can always use their literary counterparts to cover up their flaws when they don't do as well. 'Well it's hard to match up to the novel but as we all know, the original is usually better.' or 'The novel dipped in quite a number of parts and we tried our best to improve on it. But it was all in all not easy...' or something like that. Simply put: please cut us some slack, okie?
That doesn't mean Lemony Snicket wasn't good. It definitely beats Mr & Mrs Smith, Fantastic Four and whatevercrap Hollywood churnsout next a thousand solid times.
On an unrelated note, I'm glad I didn't club much at all this semester! I've reached this stage in my life when time spent at home chatting on MSN beats a night spent dancing away. No more detestable grinding of male pelvises, cigarette stench that needs 45 mins of bathing and shampooing to rid off, or walking home after a night of tottering on heels or... Saved money on clubbing = more money on clothes and food = greater fulfilment. I realise I actually have very simple needs eh?
Ermm now it's time to list down a few wants. Every less-than-sensible girl has wants right? Oh right lets correct that, even sensible girls give way to certain cravings every now and then don't they? We are very easy to understand in this aspect. I lurve lists, they have an order which is destabilised when new cravings creep in.
- Marks & Spencers' choc chip cookies
- Bettina Liano jeans
- Well-cut jackets
- Funky knee-length skirts
- A decent hardcover notebook
- A bottle of Inniskilin icewine
- White tea leaves
- A good mug to drink any of the above
Irony how anything associated with food - self-image, dieting, overeating, hygiene, healthiness blahblah, slowly consumes our mind. Courgette! Zucchini! Cucumber! I want all of those, I want none of it. It doesn't matter if its eggplant or brinjal - more importantly is it organically produced? Oh are they all the same stuff? I'm confused. My mind is making my tummy confused. To eat or not to eat? Shakespeare and a play on society's eating disorder? I wanna watch!
All of sudden I feel like directing and staging a play. Lets see it'll be about (switch on: stream of consciousness) flowers, butter, toilet paper and killjoy. It'll star a milliner and an abject lamppost. Setting: origami lesson. Music: Basement Jaxx. I'll do something fun. It will be fun because I want it to be so. I'm blabbering. It's time to sleep lux.
This post was intentionally random. Trust no single bit of it. It is blogger-fraud.
lux at 11:57 pm