[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
I've been stoned all day. Is usually the case when I don't get the sleep I need.
I couldn't get to slumberland last night so I decided to do some French homework. The thing is, I wasn't given any. But I was so darn bored I decided to get started on it. Since it would have to be done anyway. And know what, my teacher went through the exercises in class today so I had a small headstart. I guess my sleepless night of poring through the worksheets paid off.
French was enjoyable. I think. I wasn't really aware of anything because I was stoned. Like my body was there but my brain was drifting somewhere else. The grave feeling of detachment. Mr. Nicolas was rather entertaining today - I remember hearing the class breaking out in laughter a couple of times. Something he said about Singaporean women and ice-kachang. That both appear sweet on the outside but are complex on the inside. And the deeper you dig, the more you realise the mess you're getting yourself into...
Men.
They think they know so much. If they did, they wouldn't have trouble trying to figure the psychology of women. In fact, if you ask me, there's no point in trying to decipher how women in general think. There is no GENERAL woman. Just embrace the fact that everyone is different and respect that. We maybe different from men, yes and we have our weaknesses; but we are no less of a person as a man and should not be subject to such distasteful analogy. Women are not subjects to be studied.
Anyway, this man/woman/ equality thing is throwing me into a state of confusion. I'm between the devil and the deep blue sea. Some internal struggle between practicality and principles. If I choose to be realistic and practical, I may be compromising my principles. Not that it is a very big deal. But I know that once I start to compromise the things I believe in, I am walking down the road of denial and at the end of the day, I'll be left with nothing.
So where do I go?
Bonjour Monsieur Shlomi is an Israeli film that has a thin plot circling around a dysfunctional family, puppy love and food. It is like a sponge cake, lightly sweet and forgettable. It wasn't a bad show, but it is far from impressive - it fails to leave an impression at the end of the film. In-your-face humour (not the type I appreciate) is blatant but then again, it is a refreshing change from the heavyweight Hollywood movies. Ideal for kicking back your shoes and laughing yourself silly with a few close friends.
[Time of Confession] 10:11 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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