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Monday, February 16, 2004
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Watched Cold Mt. w Qisheng last Saturday noon. he's good company.
The show the show... hmm.
pretty good. Not fantastic.
i find myself agreeing most wholeheartedly with First's review:
" ... not a great film but a good movie... " or sth like that.
The main plot of e show's pretty oh welll... lame. haha. i'm a ROMANTIC of cos, but u know, e idea of a guy trudging over land and water to meet a girl who waits and waits (and in e meantime, learns to crop, build fences and kill roosters). I mean, yes very pretty. very nice. but oh well not all too convincing. But of cos i was touched by their love, one that was motivated by a very sparing no. of meetings and no proper declaration of love besides a most delicious kiss. But Jude Law and Nicole Kidman are very pleasing to e eye. Verrry pleasing Nicole is.
The sidestories steal e limelight. With ease. Exposing rather indifferently, e cruelty of war, not by evincing lands that suffered mass destruction or plain death and blood, but by how it eats away e goodness and innocence in ppl.
Especially e one w Natalie Portman in it. (Ignore e rest of e paragraph if u intend to watch e show) The controversy of e murder of a soldier. That was very impactful. Should she have given hope another chance , renew her faith in goodness when she almost lost her child, her life, her purity all in a single morning? E sacrifice of e soldier was absolutely necessary altho it did grip my heart when e shot rang out. And in this same story, e scene when Igman (spelled?) slept with her on e same bed, holding her close as she choked on her tears like a child. And he gently and most determinedly declared his love for Ima (Emma??) (??) in a whisper. Dat scene rocked.
Yeah. but there were quite alot of scene i was cringing at cos of e anticipation of gunshots and sometimes e very raw treatment of wounds. Eeep.
8/10 . Yummy.
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i'm gonnnnaaa decoraaate my walllllll
wiff posterrs, photosss, picturess and ornamentsss
fiiilll themmm (e walls) uppp to e vvveryyy lasstt inccch
i''veee alllwayyss wannnted to....
buttt nowww i'veee begin....
lllaaaa laaaa llllalalalla
theeeeey arrrrrrrreee sooooo cooooolllllll
*sings in e way u would sing a gonna-decorate-my-room-walls song*
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Had my mom's bday yesterday. her 50th. half a hundred.
(some trivia: somehow be4 i got to sec sch, i always thought that ppl live to a hundred. Tho i know probably they don't but i thot it very convenient to set their life expectancies to 100.)
I said " Had my mom's bday " cos u know, it was more of an event then just a day. The sort which u spent weeks organising and u simply forgot it was for a bday. :0
It was a fine day. Mom was exceedingly moved. Red eyes and all.
I dun feel like relating e day in its details. So in note form, it involved....
1) Top of e M dinner. A ridiculous $100 per person. A prodigal filipino musical trio. Amazing stuff.
2) A afternoon surprise. A whole room of relatives aged 1-80. A mahjong cake. A bouquet. Celebrity treatment. Incessant snapping of photos.
3) Karaoke. Chacha by mi folks along "Chachammmbo" cheered on by my aunts and uncles at e side. Really drunk uncle who started hollering Taiwanese. Very very retro songs (hearty laugh).
4) Facial aromatherapy steamer. Book on oil paintings. Skirt. Watch. Mikimoto pearl earrings. Spa vouchers (with a companion as well... my aunt... paid for :O ) And a photo frame w e most hilarious, romantic, aged photos ever. E "icing on top" ---> Otto Massage Chair (closes eyes in soft ecstacy)
Something i'll like to mention.
My aunt inched up to me at a side on e sofa to ask me :
" What did u write on ur mom's bday card? She told me she almost cried. "
And at that moment, i felt deeply moved. By what, i can't pinpoint. Myself or my mom. Both. But i was abounding with gratitude.to mom of cos.
I wouldn't spell out what i wrote and i can't be able to either since it was in Chinese. But i remember entreating her to bear on a bit longer, after which i would (hopefully) be given e chance to return her kindness. And even when i wrote that line, my heart was so full it could burst.
For there lies a spoken promise that I've always kept mum about .
Now, I feel I have e maturity and confidence to voice it out. To stand by it.
And it makes me surer of myself and my future. That all e talk i have about living my own life, doing whatever i want whenever i want, would have to take second place. For i owe her e most (tlll now and most probably, forever) and e most is too much.
I'm bounded by duty, responsibility, blood ties and love to give her all that would make her happy, even if it means compromising my own happiness. She gave me life and a life! "My freedom", "my rights" and "my own choice". Terms like these can wait and wait for my entire life if need be.
I only hope i have e strength to.
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