Denial

- is in his mid 20's - is a taurus male(all you perverts can leave now) - always craves for good music - will never put up naked pictures of himself here(all you perverts who are still here can finally get lost now) - will realise his dream of travelling around the world - will own properties and one of which is a resort by a beautiful beach - hopes to strike 1st division lottery someday so that he can bum professionally - is currently brain dead and will continue some other time

Sunday, April 03, 2005

 
Current track: Don Richmond - Bent

Current mantra: What kind of people would like this kind of people?


THAT KIND OF PEOPLE!


(Courtesy of Lisa and Jiat, inspired from a little less conversation.)




 

Over dinner with a couple of us lately, my friend was telling us how impressed she was of a girl's boyfriend at some other dinner gathering she had recently, which that guy took the initiative to wipe their forks, spoons and knives of all the four users around the table at a non-classy diner.

That guy wasn't a clean freak, just really sweet and considerate as my friend thought. Or maybe he really was being considerate about himself and his girlfriend's hygiene(?), but (I'd think) instead of wiping just only his and his girl, which it might seem inappropriate in front of the other two, he wiped all four's altogether.

I thought he was a freak. It was just simply unnecessary. An online friend agreed with me, also added that it's not as if it's some road side stall unless you can see some actual dirt on it. Or he worked there before and knew how their dishwashing could get.

Either that or his actions are for her benefit; it would create envy towards her which in turn, the girlfriend would be proud to have a boyfriend like him.

Or maybe it's for his benefit; it's for her benefit without her realising that the whole picture was in fact, deliberate to make him look good.

OR maybe, I'm just thinking too much into the whole thing.


... anyway.


I'm done with a couple of movies.

The theatrical version of Return of the King was over 3 hours long, so you can imagine how long the uncut extended version was. If you guessed 58 hours, you’d be right. Gosh, it’s as if they filmed every single second of these characters’ lives. If you’d always wanted to watch the wizard read an entire book of spells, or an orc finding fresh meat in Mordor, or the elf apply conditioner to his hair, you can now.

In the mood for love, Lost in Translation and Sideways are like what foreplay is to most females for the first time with someone new; it will be a drag if it doesn't hit the spots where matter.

Robots and Lemony Snicket's... well, watch them and judge yourself. Interesting, sure. Watch it again, nah. Sure, I'd known others who find them pretty good but it’s all a matter of personal taste eventually. One man's poison is another man's medicine. What I love you may hate, what I see may blind you and what I eat may give you horrible gas.

Hitch was neither very funny nor romantic. Nevertheless the movie's entertainment value might be worth adding to your collection of DVDs. The downside to watching romantic comedies is that they're mostly made for women, so in the end the guy turns out to be some macho-on-the-outside, faggot-on-the-inside hybrid who buys flowers and plans creative dates and apologizes profusely.

Call me shallow but I like to be lightly entertained when I visit the movies, or as opposed to a scary show or a senseless flick, or yet another typical, if not predictable romantic comedy.

On another note, I caught the movie alone (I do not have to explain myself here) so there wasn't any aftermath hussle that I had to deal with, as compared to the rest of the guys with their dates in the cinema.

"Why can't you treat me like that?"

"Why can't you do nicer things for me?"

"Why can't you be Eva Mendes?" I felt like exclaiming out loud.


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