Sunday, April 16, 2006
and i'm never gonna tell you everything that i've gotta tell you

we watched tristan and isolde, and ice age 2 the other day. tristan and isolde, frankly, sucked. as jean said, forbidden love's all about the angst, violence, and (to paraphrase her) making out. i think i've become cynical. once upon a time, forbidden love was tragic and romantic. now it's just laughable. half the time i wanted to yell at isolde to stop throwing herself at him. the movie puts me off love. honestly. couples shouldn't watch this together. they might get so traumatised by the idea of love and duty that they might just break up. hur hur. i say, go with duty. 'tis cruel to be kind.. anyway it was really boring. i would have been more sympathetic if they'd had even a sprinkling of witty lines.. but no, of course not, sappy crap will have to be sappy crap. incidentally the young tristan is extremely adorable, with his serious, concentrating little frown and mop of curly blonde hair. having been accused of being paedophilic just this morning, i'll refrain from further discussion of the young tristan.

ice age 2, on the other hand, was extremely enjoyable. maybe because i've harboured a not-so secret crush on diego for years. wahaha. who wouldn't? the way he stalks around all scowly and growly, with all his sardonic little comments, making fun of everything and everyone, and appearing to be extremely cynical and cold, while hiding a sincere though gruff affection for his friends.. i like it that he's a little untamed, a little wild and fierce and ready to attack, but pretty observant, unlike that clueless sid.. sigh, i really do like diego. yes i know he's a cartoon animal, but i like his character, happy? i don't care, i shall go on liking diego, it makes me happy. oh, but i hated how the writers sold out and made the mammoth fall in love with another mammoth. one of the things i liked best about ice age was that it was one of the few movies around that had no romance. what's wrong with just having three bachelors wander around like a circus act?? hmph. but i mean to watch it again. =D =D =D

hy came to church. i forgot i had a parent-teacher meeting for junior ss, so i had to ask to be excused. not that i have much to say anyway, and it's not like they'll really listen to my feedback - i'm not even eighteen, what do i know about kids, especially theirs? but yeah bumped into one of my students in the fellowship hall, and he very sweetly waved at me, so i asked his mother if she was attending. she wasn't, so i assumed most parents wouldn't anyway. and i got accused of being paedophilic because i waved and smiled at him, and asked if he enjoyed the lesson today (since i'm not teaching this month wahaha). really. if i'm nice, i'm paedo. if i'm not, i'm cold. life is hard. but yeah, we left for lunch after that. she says the sermon was okay; i didn't really think it was all that fantastic, but okay. and i realise i don't focus much on revelations. maybe i should. but it's a little too mind-boggling and i see it as less important to me right now.. i'm trying to focus more on applying His teachings correctly in my life, instead of trying to predict how the world's gonna end, since it's going to end the way it's meant to anyway; whether or not i really delve deep into it isn't really going to make a difference.. is it?

met rach downstairs - she'd just had a haircut, so she came up with me and we watched the wedding date. third time i'm watching it. seems that whenever i ask someone to choose something to watch, they always choose the wedding date, and avoid a very long engagement like the plague. why?? i want to watch a very long engagement. shall wait for a day when my sister's feeling up to watching a french movie. she claims they're disturbing. disturbing is good. it should disturb you out of your comfort zone and force you to think. chickflicks are only feel-good mechanisms. they're for days when you need a happy ending. but i still like that bit when they're cruising down the street, etc etc, while all out of love plays.. that scene just makes me want to bawl, i don't know why. bawl and bang my head against the wall. 'four weddings and a funeral' has such a nice ring to it.

sometimes i wish i weren't in arts. i feel stupid doing math. and i feel stupid doing lit. like this incoherent babbling idiot who can't see what's right in front of her face, can't make sense of it, can't see any significance in any rock on the road, can't understand emotions, can't comprehend the complexity of human mind, can't - love.
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