elaine

Ok. My first perception, romantic-kids movie with totally predictable storyline then I saw James McAvoy’s name in the movie poster and forgo my first perception because he won’t act in those retarded movie. It actually has a dark sense of humor and twist in it unlike other typical similar like movie. 

The first half was incredible but when it comes to the second half, the movie starting to downside. It ended way too abruptly which leaves me feeling," What? That’s it?" BUT they have a great cast. Christina Richie is absolutely perfect for the role with her princess-like look. Love her wardrobe and hair. As you can see, she is covering her lower part of her face with the scarf in the poster, why? well am not going to be the spoiler! James McAvoy is insanely cute and charming as he always is and great acting skills! Catherine O’Hara definitely outshines all of them as her over-protective mother role comes alive. Reese Witherspoon is insanely funny although she doesn’t appear for too long. The movie is a combination of Beauty & Beast and Pushing Daisies. It’s cinematography is lovely although the apparently supposed to be indie film is not indie enough. Oh well, Hollywood.

I wasn’t really satisfied when it ends because my high expectations weren’t met. (cheesy ending. argh.)

Overall is a really cute, unconventional fairy tale movie. Suitable for people all age. Especially those bitter people who need a little magic wand in their life.

Fav scene: When James McAvoy starts "playing" all kind of music instruments while singing "You are My Sunshine". Is insanely cute and hilarious.

Lately I have been practically living in the library. Too much assignments. My stupid journalism essay is due next week and I haven’t started yet. Most of the people I knew have already finished it. Argh.

I have been feeling like a baby recently, wanting to go home so badly.

I miss home. surprisingly.

And I realized that time passes quickly when I’m in the library. Is like suddenly the sky is dark.

I want to speak to you again.

I need to change my bedsheets. It’s been two weeks.

I have been having weird dreams lately. Like totally bizarre including me kissing Ashton Kutcher.

I’m supposed to wipe my floor.

I miss those times where I can still have faith in humans.

I miss Montgomery. I really like her. There was once I stopped Grey’s for sometime because Mcdreamy stayed with her for obligation but still sleep with Meredith.

I miss the you whom I haven’t been talking to for god knows how long.

I feel like attending Avril’s concert and cry when she sings her emo songs.

I miss the petrol smell.

I miss the newly washed bedsheets smell.

My soy milk just spoilt.

Wall-E is probably the best animation ever. The first animation that makes me sniffle my nose and wiping off my tears from the corner of my eyes. Yeah. A cartoon that makes me cry, how BAD can it be???

I have many different personalities in me yet I still feel lonely.

I hope you are fine.

I need to clear up all the papers and mess on my floor.

I have to stop eating MCD.

I will start cracking my work tomorrow. I promise.

Oh and I just learned that mutton is lamb. I always thought mutton is beef just like how I used to think tuna is from the whale. (my mum told me about the latter. you would have believed your mum when you were young and gullible. she made me feel bad and mourned for the whales for well…almost my whole life.)

I’m really weird. My mood can swing from one end till the other in like…5 secs?

Convo of the day:

elaine says:
I don’t mean I need sex literally. I said it randomly because is always either food or sex but since I had my dinner so there goes food.

elaine says:
is just that i think i need some warmth

elaine says:
warmth from half naked men

elaine says:
Ok. maybe i do need sex after all.

Laura says:
hahahaha

elaine says:
I’m broke.

MiTcH says:
maybe you can con some guy into buying you drinks.

elaine says:
Cheapskate.

MiTcH says:
No. That’s call strategic planning.

You know when I was young I always heard that when you sneeze a lot, it indicates that someone is thinking of you terribly.

Well I’m pretty sure that someone is missing me horribly seeing that my nose never stop running.

If there is really someone missing me that much, I hope I was being missed by people that I want to.

If that’s the case, I don’t mind have running nose for the rest of my life. Well not rest my life, I can’t imagine having to sniffle and rubbing my nose every 5 seconds for the rest of my life. (my nose will probably fell off like M.J) Maybe for a week. or a month.

But I can have Angelina’s Jolie’s deep, sexy voice…

I wonder how she sounds when she is having orgasm. Ask Brad Pitt that lucky bastard.

I think people look ugliest when they are having their prime or not so prime moment under those sheets. Not that I have ever had that experience. Just a thought. You see, you are all sweaty and hot and breathing furiously and your face muscles are intertwined in a funny mode and you are both sitting/laying/standing/kneeling/bending in an awkward position or even, positions. How could you possibly manage to look at your partner’s face for a couple of minutes (if you are lucky) with your eyes half shutting and moaning with your messy hair out of place sticking to your sweaty face?  Do you know that your pupils dilate,the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the muscles tense and spasm like you are lifting three times your weight when you are having sex?

It reminds me of epilepsy without puking out the white foam.

See. Sex is so violent and messy. I mean color. Is a better substitute for that three little words.

How can people claimed to enjoy something that’s magnificent when you are going to look your worst?

Well maybe your brain can’t process anything when you are coloring. Maybe is the same as when you are high in alcohol/drugs. You just keep doing it without your knowledge because you are already on the trail. The high, drifting trail.

It sounds sad. Like I have killed off the beautified bed scenes from novels/movies.

Ok no more explicit content. Who knows there might be a 10 year old reading my blog. I so do not want to be neither the cause nor the responsibility of corrupting someone’s already-corrupted-mind-just-refused-to-admit-cause-waiting-to-put-the-blame-on-someone else. in this case which is me.

So happy coloring to those who is/going to color.

Use the protected ones.

Do you know that some certain singers has this haunting voice that managed to trap and paralyze you emotionally? Lifehouse, Coldplay and Damien Rice did a pretty good job in it. It causes you such unbearable pain yet you want to hear it over and over again because you feel good to be in pain. Like it is your comfort zone, your sanctuary and the place where you are supposed to be and the feelings you are supposed to be feeling. Even though at that very moment the lyrics aren’t exactly how you were feeling will resulting in you believing that your emotions are somehow associated with the lyrics and songs.

I am hanging on every word you say

And even if you don’t want to speak tonight

Is where I want to be

I would fall asleep
only in hopes of dreaming
that everything would be like is was before
but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor

after all this time
I never thought we’d be here
never thought we’d be here

when my love for you was blind
but I couldn’t make you see it
couldn’t make you see it
that I loved you more than you’ll ever know
a part of me died when I let you go

emo giler kan? haha. is just so beautiful & heart-wrenching.

You know what, I just realized that Eminem bears resemblances with Wentworth Miller!!! Yes I realized that last night when I was watching Eminem’s MV on youtube. Especially when he turns down 45 degree with the hoodie covering almost half his face. Oh Eminem managed to make me feel somehow half paralyzed because of his lyrics. Look past his swearing, you will find something raw and honest. and he loves his daughter more than anything else in this world which is really sweet.

Degree just commence a week ago and I’m not feeling it. My heart is so not in it and I don’t feel the passion to do anything. ceh sounds like I’m talking about my love life. haha. Suddenly I feel like I’m back in high school where the teachers are strict and demanding. Demanding is a good thing but when it comes to college, it should be I demand for MYSELF. Not the OTHERS demand FROM US. Oh well, maybe is the first sem but I feel that studying is not really my thing to do. Aiks.

I haven’t read up and prepare for CRR tutorial later in the morning. Hopefully Ms Natasha won’t notice my existence. Sigh. Well I couldn’t study the notes because the moment I open it,my mind and my fingers are drifted away and my mind will pop up food and nakedness. Don’t ask me why, it just pops up. I think is telling me that I need a man and more good food.

If I could have one more chance, just one more chance to revive the past, I would have done things differently. I wouldn’t be so stubborn, wouldn’t mind the wrong-doings because I do not have the right to be. Because I myself is a bigger sinner than you are. I wouldn’t take things so seriously and will just take a seat back and relax and enjoy what will happen which won’t be anymore because of me. My anger turns you away. My fickle-mindedness, my refusal to tell you what went wrong turns you away. The misunderstandings turn you away. My indifferences and cowardice turn you away. And I’m regretting. I have had too many chances to say it out but each and everytime I didn’t hold on to it. I let it slip through my fingers believing that it will be Ok because you will still be there. That I will be fine. That time is the best therapy whereas is actually nonsense. As long as I didn’t say it, I will forever be burdened with this memory. This pain. This mistake. Sorry for always being cold to you when you were there. I don’t want to be but I had to. So that you wouldn’t know me. The inner me. The weaker me. I just like knowing that you are there, even though we don’t have to speak much. Knowing you are there is a comfort to me. And I missed you terribly. There isn’t a day that passed by without me thinking of you. How I wished I could speak to you again. Or at least be aware of your presence. That will be enough. More than enough. Don’t go disappear on me again which will only be my foolish dream because you already did. I don’t know when I will get it over with, all I know is that you will always be the ultimate regret in my life.