...that all I had was all I'm gonna get.
Khoo posted an interesting topic about whether we have to find ourselves or create who we want to be.
I don't think I have any memory of not knowing who I am...till now. Just yesterday I came across my old sketches in my secret book and diary (if one sentence per significant moment is considered 'writing a diary') and realised that I covered up a lot of what I really felt because I didn't want people to see me vulnerable, angry, too excited, embarrassed- any feeling that would make me look weak. After a while, the person I portrayed myself to be, became who I thought I was. Now I'm lost. And if you can't understand why, you're an idiot but thanks for reading anyway. That sounded rude but I didn't mean for it too.

Julie & Julia with the gang. We all loved it. Meryl Streep was perfect in it, as usual. I wanted to cry in almost every husband-wife scene because they were so sweet; but let me emphasise on the WANTED to cry bit. I know most of you know that I can totally cry to movies but I controlled. I am a robot now, thank you. Anyway, to sum up my review in one word, I would describe is as: Delightful.

The Storm Warriors with Philanthropist. I think he hated it. Even more because he wanted to watch Zombieland but I didn't think paying RM7 to watch a comedy about corpses frightening grown adults was worth it. Plus, we both liked The Storm Riders as kids. Okay, back to the part about why he hated it while I just didn't like it much. It was draggy, Phil kept saying "300 copycats" because the colour palette and slowfast battle scenes were similar to the ones in 300, there was lots of unnecessary name calling by annoyingly high pitched girls throughout the movie and I mean throughout, and worst of all, there was romance in the movie. Dammit I hate the pointless addition of romance which I loudly said is to entertain pathetic ah liens because I was that frustrated with it. I enjoy watching romance, don't get me wrong. But those scenes were so inappropriate and unneeded. I don't know how to explain it but some action flicks really don't require "oh I love you" and "be careful!" especially when the girls are squeamish and always make it in time to get hurt so that the heroes have to alter their initial plans to save their lousy asses.
OMG I sound like such a spiteful girl who got crazy rejected by countless guys or something.
ps. Proper updates as soon as Philanthropist uploads them on Facebook which hopefully he will do soon since he's back in the land of the trees and fruits with little distraction (besides the vines hanging from branches that he has been impatiently been waiting to swing from)










































