Tuesday, May 11, 2004

My sister did warn me about "I Am Sam": It's a very emotionally manipulative show. I cried so much my eyes hurt the entire night. Interestingly, I woke up with very pretty eyes the next day. It might become my staple; kinda like moisturising every night. The following day I watched Jack Nicholson's "About Schmidt" and it got me crying like a baby again. I was crying more from fear than anything else; Schmidt went home one very very ordinary day to find his wife sprawled on the floor, DEAD. And she was only vacuuming the floor before he left the house! Suddenly my childhood fear is back to haunt me. (T.T) I fear my parents, siblings, friends and myself aging. I also fear to go home one day and see my spouse dead while playing the piano or gardening... Perhaps if I don't ever get married I won't have to be subjected to such calamities. Ghost stories never scared me even when I was a child. Tell me about my parents aging and you will see me tearing in 2 seconds. In the meantime, I shall avoid marriage. p(^o^)q Yoshi!

I really have to hand it to Sean Penn, he's one very fine actor. And this leads me to thinking how some actors shall never make it. I don't mean this in a negative sense but some actors are so stuck in a particular genre, it's hard to imagine them in another. Hugh Grant in something serious? No way. Billy Crystal quiet? Nope. Jet Li without kung fu? Nuh ah. Ben Stiller unloserly? Pigs could fly!

I once told off a friend because I felt she was clinging on to me. Some of my classmates even began to ask after my shadow whenever they see me. I still feel guilty now and then when I think back on the day I told her off. She suddenly started crying alot in class; consulted a counsellor; had him look at me in a strange way and then she didn't speak to me for a couple of weeks. It was pretty much a relief but argh, the conscience of it all. I was lucky I had the whole class behind me. Anyway, we are very good friends now because I apologised and she changed. I wonder why I am even talking about this but I have been thinking alot about personal space. New friends don't know but I am very territorial when it comes to space (mmmm and food. Pick on my plate and DIE!!! Seriously, die!). Anyone who wants to take up alot of my time wouldn't be in my buddy list. Hell, I can't even stay on the phone longer than 10 minutes unless I am really interested to talk to you. I guess I make a pretty cool girlfriend since I definitely gives the fella space. *laughs* Then again, I shouldn't be contemplating partners and spouses since I don't want to see them age and die while vacuuming the floor.

In conclusion, I should not look for men above 40 because their lifespan is like what? Half gone?

*bangs head against wall* "I cannot think about men." x 10

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