Watched some awesome films the last few days.

[15/01] Shakespeare in Love
I watched this one late Sunday evening, right after I posted my last LJ entry. You could say that it was exactly what I needed to take my mind off things. Needless to say, postponing my going to bed didn't mean I was able to sleep right away when I finally went at 2:30am. I spent at least the first 45 min mulling things over.

Anyway, I love Shakespearean films, and this was a film about Shakespeare himself, whether fiction or reality. I am incredibly attracted to the setting and action and drama, and of course the love, so I really enjoyed watching this. Near the ending, I had this deja-vu kind of feeling that I'd seen it before, which I later realised I had. After watching films like these, I always feel I want to become an actor, to get the opportunity to see yourself in a world seemingly so different from the world I'm in now.

[16/01] Tangled
I cannot express my love for this one to a sufficient extent. It has to be, by far, one of my all-time Disney favourites. Perhaps it's do with (again) the setting, or maybe the awesomenosity of Flynn and the frying pan, as separate entities I mean.You know, I think I might watch it again sometime this week. The only thing that—well, 'bothers' is not the right word—is that Rapunzel's head somehow seems too big in the healing Flynn from death scene, and that I prefer her with long (blond) hair :D

[17/01] Adam
My mum, sis, and I had a girls' night in, when we watched this. My dad was away on business. The film was… I don't know what to call it actually. It was about a guy with Aspergers Syndrome who meets the girl who moved into the same apartment building. She is terribly interested in him and he is excited when around her. They get into a relationship, and of course there are some difficulties. Without giving away the ending, they both struggle with achieving some kind of dream or progression in life, and I must say the filmmakers did a wonderful job of portraying this. Especially since it's not too cheesy.

You'll recognise this, when you feel so extremely disappointed, down, and sad. So extremely misunderstood and wrongly accused. You want to tell the whole world about it, but at the same time you don't. I feel like that at the moment. Part of me wants to get it all out on Twitter, on Facebook, but then I feel like I'd be complaining too much, littering my profile pages with too many depressing thoughts, and thus always keeping up appearances, the façade.

So what do you do next? Bottle it up, talk about it with your family, but somehow that doesn't seem enough. Then you post it on the blog no one reads anyway. Because then somehow, the people you actually want to tell it to but for whom you want to keep up that happy-go-lucky façade might get to your unread blog and read what's bothering you.

Some things happened. With a friend. Apparently there was a lack of information which warped into this twisted view, into a disappointment. Combine that with not being able to meet because of a seriously busy schedule and living several dozen kilometers apart — and the disappointment got bigger. Now I tried to contact her and I run into this (for me) unexpected disappointment and her saying I'm suddenly "asking for attention".

I am so extremely tired of people not speaking their minds, of not letting me know if something I'm doing or not doing is bothering them. Of them letting things like these fester.

But something I'm even more tired of is that I keep walking into these… friendship glitches. That I apparently have a different expectation of friendships. I believe that if you live kilometers apart and have your own busy schedule, it happens that sometimes you don't talk for a month or two. Or even three. But when you do contact each other through calling or actually meeting, things should be fine! You can be happy that you see each other after all this time, you can talk, and catch up, and reminisce. That's what should happen!

I don't expect people to actually get mad at me for not having heard from me in a bit. I mean, I don't get mad for not having heard of them! It goes two ways, right?

And even here I can't express my feelings properly, because I'm scared she'll read this and get the wrong impression, which is why I want to meet her, ask what's exactly bothering her and explain things, clearing out these misunderstandings! I don't want to talk about things via email, because I know that only leads to more misunderstandings!

I'm not saying that I couldn't have done more in the past, but I'm saying I've tried to handle things to the best of my abilities.

I know that at the moment I'm trying my best to work things out, but there's only so much I can do. I only hope that it will be enough. 


 

I think that has to be Lee Min Ho. I've just watched City Hunter and I absolutely loved him in it. Somehow it's so extremely satisfying if a series' couple is a real life couple as well. I don't know why that is. And seriously, I normally don't care what celebrities do or don't do in their private lives, but Park Min Young and Lee Min Ho just looked sogorgeous on screen! :D

After three blissfully lazy weeks - one of sick-leave and a two week holiday - I am back at work! The same old sushi-bar. Though I think I forgot how to entertain myself here; I've been staring straight ahead for the past half hour. I need... a mental challenge! 8D

Singing class this afternoon, which I'm not entirely looking forward to. For several reasons. One, everything is too clasically-based and constantly throwing out the vocals of an opera-singer just isn't my thing. Two, I haven't reeeally practised. Three, I'm tired as hell! Heh, I know; how can I be tired after lazing around three weeks straight? I don't know either.

We watched He's just not that into you yesterday, and I have mixed feelings about it. It was fun, sure, but also a bit over-the-top exaggerated. And I think I need to watch a movie which doesn't have Scarlett Johansson stealing other women's husbands. I think it's time for that.

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She's taken me two days to make, everything done by hand. : )

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My earliest is a bit of a funny (or maybe sad) one. I think this has to be from when I was 2 or 3 years old. It was around noon and my mother had to pick up my brother and sister from primary school. Seeing as I was too little and hyper-active at that time, my mum put me in one of those high chairs somewhere in the living room. Before she left, she was all sweet and gave me a kiss, asking if I wanted to listen to some music. Should she turn on the radio? I was weepy about being left alone and said no.

Then, when she was gone, I realised that I did want to listen to music! The room suddenly seemed so empty, so big! Naturally, I started crying as I was stretching my tiny arm towards the stereo, unable to reach it and wobbling on my high chair. Last thing I remember is seeing my mum's face through the kitchen window, eyes wide with shock as she took in my tear-strained face.

A bit odd, but that's what I remember :)

Will a new layout temporarily make me update more frequently (say, daily?) for a while? I don't know, but it's worth the try.

I had this dream about Kim Soo Hyun (Song Sam Dong from Dream High) last night. About sharing sweaters and overall sweetness. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I wish something like that would happen in real life.

    

edit: Unfortunately, Ghibli put a claim on my video and to avoid getting kicked off of YouTube, I had to delete the video :( MP3 can still be downloaded though!

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I'm particularly proud of this one. Why? Because I wrote the lyrics myself (back in 2009, after translating the original Japanese lyrics), sang the backing vocals myself, and added the rain thingy at the start and the end :D

Because of all of this, I'm more than simply interested to hear what you think :) Comments are very much appreciated.

Hmm, I guess I don't really have a tune like that. Maybe it's because I'm a singer and I sing so many songs that I don't have one tune that keeps haunting me while I take leisurely showers. Then there's the fact that I've got my iPod going on shuffle in our semi-portable docking station, which I position near the bathroom door. Our bathroom isn't all that big and we don't have shower—I 'shower' in a tub, makes sense?—so the sound easily travels to my ears.

So I mostly sing along to the songs my iPod plays. And if there's no iPod I'll most likely sing the song(s) I'm working on recording.

But if you ask me now, on the spot which song I should start singing right at this moment, without prior pondering time, I'd probably launch into a too low version of Michael Jackson's Heal the World. Why? I haven't the foggiest.