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November 07, 2009'capitalism: a love story' is brilliant. i am a michael moore fanatic but i wondered if he would disappoint. nope, no fucking way. this docufilm was awe-freaking-some. moore always puts the pieces together in this wonderfully sarcastic way. i do think he is pretty critical of obama but he's just waiting to see if obama is worth messing around with. i think congressmen are far more afraid of michael moore than they are of terrorists from the middle east! fucking amazing man. my personal favourite moore film has to be fahrenheit 9/11, though sanjeeda claimed this one to be her fav.thanks for today ma :) ... i read 'anne of green gables' in bits (like that birthday chocolate charlie nibbles on to last him a month) so as to savour it. i stopped right before the chapter where matthew dies. i don't know why but i just don't think i want the book to end just yet. ... to relax my mind in between reading derrida, i am reading harry potter and the deathly hallows! i kinda forgot what happened in book 6 but what i also forgot is just how fun harry potter is to read. it's easy to want to be absorbed into this magical world that i just want to read on after each chapter ends. but i'm savouring it too. these days i have more restraint :) ... i see a lot of anne in me. never thought it possible but it is true. in terms of the overactive imagination and having great admiration for female role models. oh and holding stupid grudges, haha. i do wish i had anne's red hair though. ... i'm going to miss teaching my 6 year old niece and nephew. i've grown accustomed to them and just when i am beginning to see little their little traits and habits, i realized it's all over. i feel genuinely sad that i wouldn't have more time with them :( ... gilbert? ... OH AND HOW MUCH DO I HEART MERLIN SEASON 2? i LOVED the troll/lady catrina character from the last two episodes! she's absolutely revolting...i love her! and the ending where merlin thought arthur wanted to hug him! that was such a fangirl moment! though i do want to behead gwen. and they should bring morgana back! she's hardly in any episodes! ... is that you? ... sometimes i wish i could figure myself out. i'm the strangest person i know. it's honestly quite disturbing. ... posted by sixtieshairdo on 12:24 AM
November 04, 2009when forcing bullets of information into our brains get a little messy, quick-witted banter always saves the day.... sanjeeda: what's the difference between an epidemic and a pandemic? mig: they are both the same but pandemic involves pandas. ain: [laughs] ... sanjeeda: i am not photogenic. mig: you are not even genic. ain: [laughs] ... sanjeeda: [makes a joke that, for the life of me, i cannot remember] ain: [laughs] sanjeeda: [claps and says in a sing-song voice] ain is laughing and she's got good humour so that means my joke is funny... ah fuck you lah. ... the fact that these random fleeting moments have passed us by, only to haunt us as faded vague reverberations of laughter only makes these snippets of my life, of our lives, the things that take centerstage inside the scrapbook of my mind. the magic of three. posted by sixtieshairdo on 12:43 AM
November 02, 2009talk about bad impulses that go right eventually.when aliah suggested we watch a malay play at republic poly, i said yes immediately cos i sincerely wanted to watch it. i didn't even care what the show was about, i just felt it would be a nice and welcome change. i have watched malay plays before but it's been a loooong time since. honestly, the only good thing about 'kentah ah, lu mat' (yes that is the title) is that it was located in a well-equipped theater. the stage was spacious, the stage lights were superb, the sound system worked great and the seats were comfortable. the theater reminded me of the drama center at national library. however, the experience of watching the play itself was outrageous. and not in a good way. the screaming of the audience...wow. i have never watched a play like this. people, upon identifying friends and family onstage, went berserk. the girls behind me, aliah and rash, were in hysterics...for their friends...who were the extras...in the background...who didn't have speaking roles...just loitering around. the way they went wild...you'd think the play was something to rave about. the plot was weak, the script was poorly versed, the characters made no sense, certain scenes didn't connect to the rest of the plot... if i have to mention any good thing about it, it would be the music. well-played, well sung. the malay dance bit was nothing to write home about. it was alright...amidst the trainwreck. after it all ended (about 45 mins after it began), the three of us decided to salvage the day by cam-whoring at random parts of republic poly. now, that was the best part of it all, really. what we did was art. click ze photo for photos.  posted by sixtieshairdo on 2:30 AM
October 30, 2009today was one of those really pleasant days that leave you smiling to yourself at unexpected moments. the day started and ended as i planned; a consultation early on and a discussion later on. surprisingly, i met and conversed with 4 friends/acquaintances in between the beginning and the ending of my day. totally unplanned and random and very, very nice. i like conversations like these. you are not committed to them, and i am less inhibited whenever the possibility of meeting these acquaintances again is rare.i think i have an idea on how to work on my 5000 word mutant-child. i think. my skin is freaking out on me. new pimples appear, and they are so freaking itchy i get orgasms whenever i scratch them. now they are red and swollen and gross. i wonder when i'll ever be free from acne. i think it must be due to the sudden large intake of coffee...and chocolate. oh well. it's not gonna help that i'm gonna pull an all-nighter with sanjeeda later today. let's see how badly my skin will fuck up after tonight. that said, i'm excited to spend the night studying at the airport. been a long time since i did that. i hope it will be a productive night! *fantasizes about popeye's mashed potatoes...* i should sleep. posted by sixtieshairdo on 2:26 AM
October 26, 2009 i have never been so miserable, utterly upset and excruciatingly frustrated reading anything in my life before. this book will kill me, i'm sure. and i have no fucking idea how to integrate this...this...this inaccessible philosophy into cinema. i feel like sitting down in a corner and crying and crying and crying till i go blind ala Kassim Selamat. (i am also open to the idea of piercing my eyeballs with two forks if i have to...ala Kassim Selamat.) dengarlah, oh jeritan batinku... posted by sixtieshairdo on 9:25 PM
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