It's starting to...

suck; not having people read or comment on my semi-published exercises of free speech.

A lack of audience completely defeats the purpose. So please, if you're out there reader, let me know. Don't turn me into a commie.

Bzzzzzz

If you tasered someone and that someone was holding onto you, would you get shocked too?

Midlife crisis

It's strange that a 40 year old is what we call "middle-aged". I've always thought 20 was it, that mid point, high point, peak, that central point of which the rest of your life revolves around. When you're a teen, you're pre-middle-aged and just itching for uni, a hole of an apartment and sweet sweet independence. When you're 30, you're post-middle-aged and reminiscent of those wild wild years. I guess technically, my definition would mean death at 40.

40 just doesn't seem... like it should be the middle age. I mean, I get that life doesn't end when you start using Olay's anti-aging cream, just look at George Clooney (i could... all day long). But what comes after 40?

50, 60, 70, 80... years of dementia, old-age obesity, arthritis, osteoporosis, Alzheimer's, clogged arteries, heart attacks, strokes, baby food, diaper rash... FOR FORTY MORE YEARS?! That's not a life.

I guess that's why I'm so freaked out about reaching 20, like the 39s are about the big 4-o. It feels like half my life is over and I know you middle-aged women would shun me for saying such a thing but it's true. I'm nervous about my middle-agedness. I want it so much to be the best decade of my life.

Cheese!

I can say cheese without smiling!

what do you make of that?

Aspersion

a slanderous remark, or the act of slandering; a slur or calumny; a sprinkling of holy water
en.wiktionary.org/wiki/aspersion

Baptism marks the beginning of a lifetime of slandering.

Thought for the Day

There's a fine line between being persistent and self-destructing.

(Warning! May contain Spoilers!) Miss Pettigrew lives to see another day

Yes she does. Contrary to what the actual film title suggests, Miss Pettigrew does get her own happily ever after and it is not just that one day in which she actually lives. I believe she actually does live happily in love to a ripe old age (if she was old at the beginning, she was certainly not ripe). So no, there is no wistful end in which we leave the cinema nostalgic after the screen slowly faded into black as Miss Pettigrew walked down an empty street in London in her finest apparel. Of course not! This is a screwball comedy!
And for that, I am grateful. 'Miss Pettigrew lives for another day' may have a typical ending and a romantic-comedy-template of a plot but sometimes we have to stop being an uptight cliched anti-conformist shunning everything that is unoriginal. I was feeling lighthearted today and to tell you the truth, when I read about Miss Pettigrew, I really could not tell if Delysia Lafosse (Amy Adams) would end up with the 'devoted pianist' or the 'hostile night club owner' ('phil the impressionable junior impresario' was obviously out of the question) but maybe that's just because I'm still a young'un chasing after hopefully-reformable bad boys. Besides, I found it a challenge for this one to reinforce our monogamous romanticisms when Miss Lafosse had 3 boyfriends on the side. Somehow, it did. Yay!
I believe that film is not just an art of story telling but also a form of escapism. Now, I don't mean to sound I'm suffering from Star Trek Mania but I think one of the best things about film is its ability to submerge us in another place, another time, another 'reality'. Miss Pettigrew did that. Aside from already being in love with big band jazz and fashions before my time, I lived in Miss Pettigrew, loved it for its fast-paced buzz and hated it for lasting just an hour and a half.

Which Sex and the City character embodies your style the most?

Carrie is me when she's in Paris or vintage.

Samantha is me when I want to step back in time, whether I'm reminiscing Hollywood's golden days in gowns, 80s-era caftans and figure hugging dresses or riding in a Porsche convertible with my shades and headscarf. Samantha has the me that embodies that classy 'darling I always know better' confidence and cinematic style.

Charlotte is me when she's not preppy or ladylike but classic and timeless in a vintage sundress or that little black dress. She radiates me when alone, independent and strong in trackies and a high pony-tail.

Miranda is me when she steps it up and plays hot mama.

Which is your favourite Keira Knightley film and why?

Pride & Prejudice may not have been all that original or one of a kind but the beautiful fragility of each scene, the fabrics of the 19th century, the score that inspired wonder in the simple life, the frivolity and humour of each character and Keira Knightley's portrayal of the intelligent and lively Elizabeth Bennet easily persuaded me to pick up Jane Austen's classic paperback version (which, if you knew me, would be extremely out of character). Who said it was mandatory to read the book before seeing the movie? Keira Knightley's film splashed colour onto an otherwise dull and exhausting book for a modern, barely Gen-Y, material girl who previously could not see why the older women of her generation swooned over Mr Darcy with those sideburns. Pride and Prejudice has not only prompted the expansion of my literary horizons and my growing familiarity with a British TV network known as the BBC but has also sprouted my appreciation for all things before my time. All of this which, I hope, will mould me into a fine young woman, much like Keira Knightley's Elizabeth Bennet, who in time may find her own Mr Darcy. Yes, Pride and Prejudice has to be my favourite Keira Knightley film.