morgueville,heartland living.

i havent sit down and hear the on goings in my head, closely, before.
perhaps i did. but not close enough. yet somehow, i manage to do just that.


it is very noisy.


to a point i think i may be deranged. anyhow, managed to catch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. it's fucking awesome (i'm in the mood these days to add that melodious adjective. not that i'm angry or anything but it sound like it's damn awesome, which really is, by the way.). it's such a poetic film. (the title is from an alexander pope poem called 'Eloisa to Abelard'.) i wouldn't want to do anything to my memories, there's nothing to erase. even if it should be erased, it'll go away somehow. well at least to me. i normally hate jim carrey cos i think he's such a rubberface. but this is perhaps his best performance so far.
sometimes, we think our lives are emptily mundane. and we longed for someone to complete and fill up that void. we think so highly of that half, yet the latter is in fact, to himherself, just someone simple? who, perhaps, thinks heshe owns an empty live as well?
"i'm not a concept, i'm just a fucked-up girl." - clementine

speaking of empty lives, i watch my rented about schmidht as well. it's another fucking awesome film. kathy bates is darn hilarious, but so underutilized. i guess some people may only begin to realise how empty their lives were after living more than half of it. because they were so caught up with chasing their small little big dreams.


taking the bus today made me realise one more thing about ugly singaporeans. they think that if they do not move out of the bus within one millisecond, the door will shut them flat and turn them into bloody pancakes. thus, they must push their way out. i know most sbs drivers are fucktards but still, they do have that minute amount of sense to wait for you to get off the bus. gawd.


"there're people coming out of your ass." - joe