about things

My weekend went okay. After accompanying t to give lecture to this girl at campus (the girl asked for help on her final project thingy--and t was very patient explaining things to her. Even I was overwhelmed by that), we looked up the movie schedule and found out that Ghostwriter was already showing at the theatre. We were about to watch Date Night, but changed our plan to watch Polanski's instead. Before the movie started, I decided to visit my uncle at the hospital first, leaving t at the mall for a while. Well, it was because my uncle just had a heart attack and I'm afraid I'd be so sorry if anything happened to him and I haven't got the chance to meet him. So then, I went back again by cab, right before the movie started.

The thing that caught me about this movie was that it has a nice plot. Nice plot, Polanski, nice plot. I like the opening chapter. I like how the movie describes the writer as a tool and a victim. I like how it visualizes a writer with loads of typed-papers. Classic! And the fact that it was played by Ewan McGreggor. Awesome.
I wonder why most people I met doesn't like Ghostwriter. Yes, I must admit that after watching this movie, I felt like I'd been finishing a test or something since we have to pay extra attention to the story, even the conversation. A lot of braggings occured. But the movie's nice.
The story ended up Polanskiesque, hanging.
And I'd say.. bravo! It's marvelous.

Sorry t, but I like the movie a lot :) I know you'd rather watched Date Night at the time. ;)

:)

truth

honestly, frankly speaking..

this is not a post about hatred.
and i hate to admit this.
but, well, i like my job.

so you hear me complaining sometimes? well people had their moments.
but honestly, i'm liking it. i want to be the best editor in the world.

oh, have you noticed that i'm terribly shy?
no? well, i covered it so well. i sometimes chose to be called grumpy or arrogant than just to admit that i'm shy.
this even bothers me.  bad bad habbit.
must change.

another thing.
i had failed. failed of being truly independent.
i am dependent after all. i depend on you.
phew.

that's about it. toodles.

irony

i sometimes hate after office hours, when there's nothing to do. nowhere to go.
it feels too quiet.

take me out.

until i'm tired and want to go home and sleep.
i hate going home alone and just watch tv.
i hate hate hate it.
>.<

i hate it when it's already 4 pm and still has no plan.
i hate it the most when it's 5 and i'm the only one in the office.
i hate it when it's 6 and i'm still clueless.

what makes people wanna go home early anyway?
i sometimes just hate it when i'm alone.
;'(

good news

I hate the fact that most of the times, bad news is good news.
A fire, flood, robbery, missing people, etcetera etcetera.

Sometimes I just don't wanna hear it. I only wanna hear good news.
That'll make my day brighter.
Make me happier.

Sometimes I just wanna live in my very own personal world.
woohoo.

the wake up call

it was this noon, during gossip time.
a dear friend just plain asked..
"so what's your future plan?"

slap.
i have none.