Saddest Movie Yet So far

Last night I saw House of The Flying Daggers.
*Finally*
I've been curious about that movie and been wanting to see it, especially after Hero.
I dig Hero, though many people don't. I guess the thing is with these kind of movies, people are just not used to: 1. Reading subtitle while watching a movie and 2. They are not used to a very sad, depressing ending. If you love the endings of all Adam Sandler's movies (a.k.a. Hollywood ending), then these kind of movies are really going to make you leave the theater feeling like you need prozac.
I told my boyfriend: Gee, this is sadder than Romeo & Juliet. Shakespeare is nothing compared to this. Romeo & Juliet looks like comedy.
If Shakespeare knew about this story, he would've risen back to life & re-written some of his chapters. Maybe add another guy or something. You know... to twist things up.
I love this movie though.
There was such beautiful sadness in it. And though I don't admit it, my boyfriend said that I'm somewhat melancholic.
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hah! Yea rite.
There was *AGAIN* some fighting scenes up on the bamboo trees, just like Crouching Tiger & Hidden Dragon. Everybody was swinging & jumping from tree to tree. They chopped off the bamboos to use as the weapon, it was pretty cool actually.
At this point, I remember my boyfriend said "Poor Pandas, if they chop all the bamboos, what would the pandas eat then? They only eat bamboos, you know?"
I looked at him.
Speechless.
I guess his discovery channel instinct suddenly surfaced.

Well anyway, if you are ready to get artfully depressed, go ahead and rent it.
I do think it'll be worthwhile.

Favorite line from the movie: "I sacrificed three years for you. How could you love him after three days? "

Eight Hours That Feels Like a Week

You know when you feel like the day is sooo long & you wonder when it's going to be over.
And it's not.
And it keeps going and going.
Well, that my day at work today.
I don't like office politics and I always try my best to wiggle my way out of it.
I don't want to get involved.
Just let me do my job and go home.
Do you know that scene in a cartoon where everybody is in this big fist fight, that all you see is one big thick cloud?
Imagine me trying to crawl my way out of there & when I'm almost completely out, a hand grabs me and yanks me back in.
Yup.
That's my day today.
Thank God it's Friday tomorrow.
And I'm seriously considering taking out my pics from the blog, so maybe I can bitch more about this topic.
Yeah...
Maybe...
But, who would want to talk about work all the time, right?
Nah... I'll just find other things to talk about here. Something non-work related.
Like my apartment building which apparently is full of grandmas.
Uhm,... I'll talk about that in my next posting.
Right now I just need some sleep.

Dove Curvy Models

Have you seen the latest Dove commercial?
Oh, wait, first of all you know Dove right?
Okay… now:
Dove’s concept for their latest campaign is real beauty using real women as their spokespersons. The six models or should I say the six ordinary/real people posed only with their undergarments showing off their figures & curves. Different colors, but definitely they share something in common: they are not thin. I won't say that any of them are thin, even if you would shoot me for that. I say their sizes are around 8-10, roughly. But they look confident and radiant.
Basically, they look great to me.
All our lives, especially females, the propaganda of what is pretty or good or fits the standards have always haunted, indoctrinate or should I say intoxicate our minds. We go by the book and always try to follow the rules.
For Asian, living in Asia, you should be thin & have long hair, sleek and straight, just like satin, the straighter the better. And you have to be white, the fairer the better. If you're fat, you'll find hard time trying to buy yourself clothes.
And here, in the US, many go for blond hair, tanned skin & big boobs.
Going back to the Dove spokespersons, I tried to look at them, closely, but I don’t have more close-up images. They, like I said before, look great. And to be honest with you, I think they are not fat enough.
All of them might fit into one size of clothing, say size 8 or 10, well, around that size.
Now, what about those who has size 16 or maybe size 4.
If Dove is saying that they are celebrating real beauty, then why aren’t there models with a size 2 or 4 and a size 16 or 18 among them?
Many of us struggle to lose weight. And maybe not much of us, but there’s still a number of us who struggle to gain weight. I once read in a beauty magazine a woman’s effort to gain weight because she has no figure at all. No curves and she’s sick and tired of people thinking that she might have an eating disorder disease. I’m quoting her when she said she looks like a walking stick.
I think Dove is missing the point here. And many of you might not agree with me. But be it.
I need to see more walking sticks and fatter spokespersons along with those ladies up there.
And to be honest with you, I think all of them are pretty, they might not be thin, but they are very nice to look at. Hm,… why aren’t there a single ugly person there? Someone ugly but carry a huge smile and friendly eyes for example? Shouldn't that also be considered real beauty?
As for me and the typical Asian beauty, I refuse to join the stereotype. Let my wavy hair has its way, and my skin touched by sun. And I’m not growing my hair long & put straightening chemicals on it & sit for hours at a salon. I don’t have time for all of that.

What's your ideal job?

My cousin gave me this link to a funny job prediction site. All you have to do is enter your name and the site will tell you what profession is best for you.
If I enter my first name only, I am best being a heavyweight boxer. Hehe...
If I enter my full name, my ideal job is a porn star.
Hah...
Gross.
This site is very addictive.
Try it. And let me know what your ideal job is.
My boyfriend entered his surname and his ideal job is anything where he can kiss ass, while with his full name, he's a mermaid. You can't go funnier than that, except for this one time I entered a name & the answer is that you are God.
:)

Baseball Season: Time To Get Heartbroken

I asked my boyfriend the other day, when will the baseball season end?
“Oh, Hunny, we still have a long way to go.”
I said to myself quietly. HHWWWHHAAATTTT???!!
D*** it!
You see, don’t get me wrong, people, all the baseball lovers out there. Stop your typing hands to make a snide comment on my blog.
Not just yet.
Maybe later you can & I just don’t care. But hear me out first.
I’ve been to Wrigley field, jumping up and down (sincerely) when the Cubs scored or better yet, made a home run.
I do think that I love them. I’m rooting for them. It’s hard not to. At first I pitied the under-dog label they’ve been having, but then like any other re-born fan, my faith in them grows.
Which is wrong.
So wrong.
I want them to win. I want them to get to the play-off. It’ll be so much fun to see them get to World Series final.
But it’s not happening, because they are the most ill-fated club in history. Especially this year when that hunk Prior got injured *again and again*. They used to sulk together with the also-ill-fated Red Sox fans, but I guess not anymore since the Red Sox counter-jinxed themselves by winning the World Series last year.
And so, for 6 months in a year, all the hopefuls Cubbies are waiting for the big break. And every year they got sweaty palms every time thay watch the game. And their favorite motto is "Maybe next year".
Is it worth it?
A good example is my boyfriend who's a die-hard fan of the Cubs. He's willing to drive the second car, with no air-conditioner, in about 90-100 F summer day just because his other car has radio reception problem & if he can't watch the game, he's got to listen to it.
Talk about au natural sauna.
Or my classmate who would have 'bathroom breaks' during class to sneak in to the computer & see the score, and had parties to celebrate the Cubs getting to play-off a couple of years ago. (which by the way, got defeated by the Marlins).
Or one person (whom I don't know of) who banged on the computer lab window to get my attention to ask for the score.
I know someone who would boo people on the street just because they were wearing Marlin hats.
Gee... do I really want to join the helpless-hopefull mass?
Hm,...
I don't think so.
One of us is more than enough to represent that.
And that won't be me.

Too Much Green

I guess I have not shared the news that I'm back to work.
My long vacation is over.
It's now officially time to slave myself again.
And the sad thing is that I am also officially a suburbanite.
My new apartment is actually nicer than the one in downtown (if it's at all possible), but it has little bugs, which I made flat everytime they dare to cross path with me.
I need to buy some bug spray.
And I see green much more than I care for.
I have not bought myself a car. Having an apartment too close to work (& and to fiance) might make me a liiittlleee too comfortable. But I'll buy one. And when the time comes, we will all have a good time trying to name the car.
BTW, talking about forms of transportations, my bus stop has spiders.
Spider... hm,... legs > 4
If you know my blog long enough, then you know my rule of thumb: Anything that has legs more than 4 and less than 2, then it's either disgusting or just plain scary.
For spider,... it's both.
We locked eyes the other day. Me and the spider.
And with the wonder of telepathy I told him to stand back... or my shoe will be located on top of his whole head & body in a split second.
He backed away.
I smiled.
I'm glad we can form some basic understanding.
Sigh...
Oh boy... it's gonna be tough.
It's gonna be boring & tough.