Good bye, Mr. Jobs. 100 years down the road, when people think of the great technological revolution in the 2000's that has changed the world, they'll think of you. Thanks for everything.
As you can see, Julie is back here. Week 8 (the work week that has just passed) has been excruciating, with 4202 and 4220 individual presentations and reflection report, 4218 group presentation and 4220 research interviews. Plus I was up to my neck in tuition assignments, no thanks to particular individuals who decided to throw them back to me despite my gracious recommendation for them to teach instead. Screw all you incompetent airbags.
Retail therapy! Actually it was more if shopping for essentials because my trusty flats from BATA are gradually coming apart from daily physical abuse. Got this classy pair of leather flats from New Look (because they're one of those rare self-help outlets that saves me the embarrassment of asking for my humongous shoe size), and I hope they'll love my feet alright. Keeping my fingers crossed.
Movie junkies!
I've been dying to catch
Friends with Benefits since a week ago because of the slapstick episode put up by Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis while presenting during this year's
MTV Movie Awards. Great publicity for the movie, I'd say. I don't care if people are judgmental when it comes to watching rated films because, hello, you only get to live once. In fact, many of the rated films I've watched were more than just skin and flesh.
Friends with Benefits presented the story of a creative guy Dylan (played by Timberlake) who was headhunted by Jamie (played by Kunis) to work at GQ in New York. But each of their characters are flawed in a different way; Dylan has to work away from his family in L.A. and has to deal with losing his father to Alzheimer's disease, while Jamie comes from a single-parent family with a constantly disappearing mother. So when the two freshly-heartbroken individuals come together and decided that they didn't want to deal with emotional relationships anymore, the idea of being just sex buddies popped up. But who can stop themselves from plunging themselves headfirst into the big L? To be honest, I preferred the Timberlake-Kunis pairing as compared to
No Strings Attached''s Portman-Kutcher duo, because the latter lacked the chemistry which worked the whole film. Maybe that's because, prior to the movie, Timberlake and Kunis had worked closely with the director to conscientiously sculpt the dialogue so that every line flows into place so neatly. I'll love to see Timberlake and Kunis work their magic again - give us a sequel, please?