I like to write songs for fun, for modern consumption. People can discard them like a used tissue afterwards. You listen to it, like it, discard it, then on to the next. Disposable pop, yes...

Freddie Mercury

She exudes such confidence and happiness and elegance which sets her apart, even if this look has been tried by many others.

( There were few whose eyes held for different reason - in her aura of willful and privileged they sensed she was a girl whom something was going to happen. )

Today was an awful day thanks to miserable events linked to a dismal subject known as Project Work. Fucking hell, I couldn't contain myself and I swore rather audibly in the staff room and now since practically the whole class knows why not just spread it a bit more. I can't bear to go through today morning again.

On a lighter note, the school screened Gattaca, which upon second viewing, I think is an excellent movie. It is driven entirely by the premise of the setting, in the near future, as a cautionary tale of eugenics. Excellent. The acting could be sub-par and it'd still be good. And I decided at the last half an hour that Ethan Hawke was kinda good-looking. Especially when he left his hair un-gelled. (Jude Law is still the same baldy guy.) Hmm.

Movies to watch
Be Kind Rewind
Before Sunrise (hawke!) + Before Sunset
rewatch Dead Poet's Society. The school projector sucked big-time.
Reality Bites (hawke. The main draw is still Winona Ryder. I love her!)
The Painted Veil
Somewhere in Time
Jennifer's Body~

I caught Julie & Julia today, which turned out to be such a delight. This is mainly thanks to the incomparable Meryl Streep, who infused the movie with soul, her larger-than-life character overflowing with joie de vivre. Amy Adams is cute but, as NYT mentioned, Meryl Streep eats young actresses. She commands the movie with her sing-song voice that drew peals of laughter from me Nin & WM. Stanley Tucci was adorable, matching Streep with his solid-as-a-rock presence. Obviously certain bits are fictionalized and dramatized but it makes the movie magical. We were ooh-ing and aah-ing at the delicious treats whipped up and it certainly leaves us craving for more. Though there are certain loose ends that left us perplexed but overall it's a damn fine movie.

Also it brought to mind a point: that blogs with purpose and meaning are the ones worth reading. Most blogs, like mine, are narcisstic whinings, occasionally insightful observances of daily life. How does one make a blog stand out? There are many areas to delve into, perhaps fashion  - the blogs are gathering a whole lotta storm. Marc Jacobs actually took notice of some blogger who loved him to bits, if my facts are straight, and sent the guy some bag with his name or it. - movies music books and now I see food. You could use this medium to do some good or you could just spam the internet with even more crap - the choice is ours.

So I shall attempt to do something better with this journal and come up with more constructive things worth reading, perhaps even more than once.

Perhaps
after-thoughts on The Lovely Bones and The Painted Veil. I surprised myself when I realized I liked the books after I was done with them. But I'm going to watch Edward Norton and the delicate Naomi Watts slug it out in Chinaaa before I do a post on the book. I did borrow Capote's Summer Crossing & Atwood's The Penelopiad today at the library. I am striving to make better use of my time reading than surfing pointless blogs and watching so much crap on TV.