Movie: Knight and Day

My memory of Tom Cruise isn't very comprehensive, neither is it positive. I remember him as a bad husband (he's been divorced several times, and most impressionably from Nicole Kidman), somewhat nutty celebrity(his couch-prancing incident on Oprah Winfrey), a staunch believer of something called Scientology, and a pretty bad actor (after War of the Worlds and Collateral).

That was, until I caught Knight and Day.

They make an odd on-screen couple, Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz. But the action-packed film saw sparks flew, albeit onscreen. Diaz seemed awkward in the film, appearing at wrong sides of the screen at times and saying things you wouldn't expect her to say. But look at Cruise. All 48 years old of him. Does he even look like he's 35? Huh?! No wonder even prepubescent girls are dying to get their hands on him. It should be illegal for someone to look that good at 48. Joining the ranks of Robert Downey Jr. and the likes, it looks like the older men are bringing the cash in. Step aside, Robert Pattinson.

900

My 900th post, I just realised.

The lack of updates is due to massive changes to my life everyday - the dynamism induces a great amount of adrenaline into my system, and keeps me working until the clock strikes 5.30pm. The people I talk to everyday, the resumes perused, the fresh lunchspot ideas, the quirky conversation topics - these never remain the same. It's basically the kind of working life I crave. I just wished my expertise in PR could be put to better use, instead of just writing boilerplates and emails and whatnot. Will talk about my internship more... once it ends.

Nevertheless, it has been a trying period, in terms of handling all sorts of relationships. I had alot of trouble communicating with Mum for the past few weeks, got into countless shouting matching with my sibs, and Jack wasn't spared as well. I just wish I had more than one ME to do the job. And I'm hoping things will get better.

And it's fixed - I'm shipping off to Shanghai next month for 10 days, and I'm starting to get jittery about having no Facebook, Twitter, SMS, Blogspot and Internet connection there. I hope Dad got us some.

Widening gap

I wonder what those teen magazines are doing to our children teenagers nowadays. I was flipping through my sister's July issue of Teens magazine a moment ago and... I guess things just ain't the same anymore.

Korean pretty boybands are sprouting faster than HFMD. And the funny thing is that it's simply impossible to tell them apart from each other. Oh, maybe just the hair and the number of facial piercings. And why would anybody care about how tall they are and what their body weights are? Why don't you ask for their father's and mother's names as well?

All the Asian music CDs have a rating of 4 or above out of 5. Are you serious?

They have to have the most unglam photos of Kelly Clarkson in their feature.

Why are teens even play Tamagotchi?

What do 14-year-olds know about cougars? (not those in the zoo)

Then I flip to the Fashion section and the item prices start to cross the $100 mark. Do you even think tweens the age of 14 to 16 actually have that kind of money? What kind of lifestyle are you encouraging? And another flip of the page brought me face-to-face with an adult male model in a full 6-pack and underwear band fully exposed. I'm not conservative; I just don't think tween males the age of 16 have that kind of physique, so tween girls are continuously getting infatuated over images that aren't even representative of their age group.

K-Box is selling a Kala Student Card to students at $58 for unlimited sessions for a month. So are they primarily supposed to study or sing at that age?


Gah.

Drop bomb.

Dad bombed my mailbox with the following email with full itinerary of a 10-day, all-expenses-paid trip to Shanghai, less than a week after I had casually mentioned to him that a holiday after my internship would be a perfect closure to a tumultuous school break.

(O.o)

... And he shipped me and my sis off just like that. Not that I'm complaining about an overseas vacation; I'm just slightly more resistant to sudden change. Plus this means I might have to get a bigger birthday present for Mum, since we won't be around to celebrate her coming birthday. PLUS. it's going to be 10 days without the company of the one going by the handsome name of Jack. Oh well. But we're going on another holiday together, aren't we?

Missing

Monday blues have been unforgiving, especially with the onslaught of work. Only consolation was spending the evening with the one going by the handsome name of Jack. *Laughs* Strange how it felt as though it's been weeks since we last saw each other, when in reality he had seen me home just the night before.

Sunday was well-spent; bathing the gentle grey giant in the morning, lunching with Mum and Sis, driving Jack's family to and fro their extended family gathering, and having the most amazing company for those precious hours. Yes, it had been a tiring experience having to drive all over the place and trying hard to stay on the correct route (thanks to my horrid navigation skills), but it was all worth it, just as I had told you.

And I miss you, all the same.

I need you

Doesn't this ring a bell? I recall the exuberance simply by popping one of these cubes of fruit flavoured joy into my mouth as a kid, completely ignorant of the consequences of suger overload. And this is the best I could do to salvage whatever memories my childhood has left in me.

And from grocery shopping, busing home, watching you watching me cooking, chatting with my mum, watching TV with everyone else, preparing your bath towel and fresh clothes for you... I just wish I could eliminate the heart-wrenching finale of watching the bus 185 take you away. I'm still ever-so selfish when it comes to love, and it eats me up from inside every single time. I'm at a self-contradiction here; that the pain was good in such a way that it reminds me just how much you mean to me, and how irreplaceable a love like this is.

I miss you, more than ever.

I finally fully appreciated the wonders of TCM today; cramps have eased tremendously, so I was about to last an entire day in the office AND go for tuition without needing those pink pills. And this was achieved only after round after round of nagging and persuading by Mum and Jack. But fighting against the remaining crunch wasn't easy; I had to trawl all the way home with my 2.4kg lappie after tuition. Only to find out that there wasn't any dinner at home for me. So I had to make do with leftover soup, bread and a banana. Great start to a low fat diet.

Poor girl, rich girl

Jack and Julie have been meeting up less often. I have grown to detest myself for being too kind; for being unable to cancel/postpone tuitions so that I can spend your free night with you, for working overtime because no one wants to shut incessant talking up, for planning the wrong things at the wrong time... Verdict: I make a horrible girlfriend, and yet there is a man who's willing to close one eye whenever I piss him off, and is ever-so generous with his hugs and kisses.

Pity he's mine. :) Sorry, girls.

So Julie decided, this past week, to throw everything out of the window, rescue everyone from the office, and make it to every date. And for that 3-4 hours, nothing else really matters.

I remember our tiff on the day we planned to watch Prince of Persia; I watched your expression sour the moment I started hacking like an old lady with a congested nose. The kind of love, in the form of fervent anger as you dragged me around TPY looking for medicine, is more than I can ever ask of you. It pained me to see you feeling frustrated because I was been all stubborn and apathetic towards my condition, and I really hope I would never have to subject you to such agony anymore.

And I promise never to subject you to lengthy chick flicks like Sex and the City anymore, simply because I find them a waste of time as well. I'd rather laze at a coffee joint, with latte in hand, chatting with you about anything under the sun. Yes, we're in love, but we never forget to be each other's best friend.

I miss you like crazy.

Love for two worlds

While you take a nap on the long bus ride home, just let me muse over something you had said to me over dinner. Though the words are fuzzier now, but it hit me in a surreptitious moment; it's time I felt more responsible over not just my own family, but also towards the other family I'll belong to in due time. And it has never been more true; while I was fulfilling my obligations as a daughter to my parents, I have yet to pass the test as a family member to my other family whom I have grown to love over the years. The moment you brought this up, the truth that sank in had hurt immensely. Simply because I had failed to see.

So I want to make a promise, here and now, and I want the world to witness this. That I will, to the best of my ability, spend more time with my second family and you, because I WANT to. I want to worthy of all the love your family has showered on me, and I want to be a part of this love. I want our much talked-about future to materialise just like we have planned for it to, so I want to put all I can into it. I want to stop talking about it - I want to start taking action to make it happen. We'll be in this together, promise me?



And I miss you.