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sundays
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finally got to sleep in after a hectic week at work. its becoming a warzone out there, with the editorial line-up shifting every few days. who's bearing the brunt of the changes? us poor writers of course, scrambling to stretch our brain cells to the maximum with yet another write-up to research and squeeze out the words for.
10 more days. 10 more days!!!
i rented Peter Ho's Perhaps Love despite bearing an unfair prejudice against asian( taiwanese and hongkong ) films due to the exodus of bad films such as the slew of cheesy and CGI-ed to death films from HK especially during the chinese new year.
so Perhaps Love won big at a couple of festivals/awards and though it wasn't terribly bad, i couldn't help but compare them to my favourite films with similar cinematic themes such as In the mood for Love and Comrades, almost a love story. Perhaps Love has been compared several times to Moulin Rouge but the former isn't as vibrant and intensely colourful as the set in Moulin Rouge, instead taking on a more sombre shade of olive/vintage hues.
The plot was somehow a let down, the emotions being a little over-the-top and the emphasis on the achingly beautiful Takeshi Kaneshiro bugged me a bit. Okay okay, i have this thing against the object of most asian girls' fantasies but because the fashion stylist at my magazine whom i had a huge fight with bears an uncanny resemblance to him( scream, ladies! but he's gay ), i can't help but feel slightly revolted whenever the cameras start loving him. Takeshi has this constant forlorn look in his eyes, which he puts it to good use. However i cannot imagine falling in love with this person with the sad eyes. Wah lao, like that everytime i look into his eyes i feel depressed leh.
caught Tenacious D as well with tre. okay lah, worth a few laughs but duh plot. HOWEVER i absolutely love this line, whom i will probably use if i have a band
"Ladies and gentlemen, allow us to fuck your ear pussies!"
HAHAHA. fucking funny can.
many many events going on, and yes i absolutely hate attending events because "mingling" ( or ball-carrying, in my opinion ) bores me no end. don't be disgusted if you happen to see me at events only to catch me doing nothing but attract the attention of waiters for the champagne and finger-food.
by the way my best friend yan is fucking unlucky, she actually broke this marble clutch bag worth $200 on friday while shopping with me. a FUCKING MARBLE BAG. WTF. like if its such a fragile item why display the friggin' thing at such a strategic position?? who the fuck makes bags out of something you step on anyway?? and yes we had to pay for it.
the moral of the story is : be fucking careful.
about the !@&*^!~@& doctor in Tampines. i shouldn't disclose his name lah, since he isn't THAT bad but after going back to him a second time to get my blood test results, i realised that he had exorbitantly overcharged me a good $180 for a bunch of medication i didn't need. FUCKING HELL! $180 !! that's like a year's worth of anti-viral medication for 180 HIV-infected people in africa ( okok i was at the Moto Red press conference and was feeling sniffy about the AIDS pandemic happening. which scares me no end so i'm not going to have sex for the fucking longest time ever and if i am, i'll make sure my partner goes for a test first. ha! be safe! don't wanna die at 30 )
if you really want to know, drop me an email lah.
the time now is almost 7pm, there's taxi 3 showing on Central later. double woot! i'll be a good girl and finish some work before the show starts.
bye all
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listening to: air - cherry blossom girl
p.p.s : if this post sounds a little incoherent.. i admit, i'm slightly high from the champange i got as a gift. champange at 6pm?? why not? *burp* tastes fantastic with smoked salmon leh. I LOVE SMOKED SALMON!!!! =D
