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Wednesday, August 01, 2007
" rotoscope ; 8:48 PM "


today was pretty eventful, whatnot with all the unexpected 'drama'. it wasn't THAT eventful, just very rushed and pushed . ( and elena, it's "rushed and pushed", pronounced as p-oo-sh-ed. not p-er-shed. RERSHED AND PERSHED . sounds really - unearthly. )
during tamil class, we all had to go to the lab ( of ALL days, today) and i left my diary underneath the classroom table and i only realised it was missing when i was in the lab . i tell you , even with all the airconditioning, i felt like i was sweltering in the imaginary heat . and in the midst of our super entertaining tamil cd programme *coughs* i got this really uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. i wouldn't call it butterflies, because technically, i was feel more GORMISH, like i had a herd of bulls knocking against my stomach with their horns . so it was a bull-like feeling in my stomach and i signalled to azmina that my diary was missing . and since she and kavithira were all RELAX MAYA, RELAX , which i OBVIOUSLY couldn't do, i started taking deep breaths. i actually considered pretending i was going to faint and then fall on the floor and then crawl out of the classroom . but, that proved not to be a very good idea, um, considering my largish size and all . so ya .

so i ran all the way to the classroom and got my diary back and nearly fainted . i tell you, my diary contains explosive shitty content. wouldn't want to read it, it'll leave you warped and confused for life .

OK I SHALL DIGRESS NOW .


so yeah, im dying to watch waking life (picture above),supposedly this really really good film.but i cant get a hold of any good movies lately, apart from the simpsons, which is actually one of my rare idiocy indulgements. i really DO want to get lost in a good movie, i like that. having it have such a freaking BIG IMPACT on you, it'll stick on you, grow on you . it's not as freaky as it sounds you know. it sort of helps with the "lost soul" and "i hate life", rants.
so far the only movie to actually grown on me, well, nothing much yet . i did enjoy 'dogfight'. river pheonix was just awesome in it . apparently i was too young to watch the film about 2 years back. but i don't like believing in "age". like, if i worried about that now, what happens when im 80, with no teeth ? so i'll be like, IM TOO OLD NOW . so let me just rot with my teeth and die in about approximately 25 days ? no thanks . if im not too young, i'll never be too old . it's simple, future-planning procedures.

and dogfight grew on me . the plot was simple . it was a stupid bet, amongst 4 marines and it ended as the stupid bet amongst the 4 marines . and thats how i really like movies, unearthly complicating, warped, twisted, maniacal, retrospective, WEIRD dialogues and just a whirlwind of moments, but when it ends, its the ending. its the one line or one single glance that captured its whole essence. now, thats a movie .

so yeah, waking life ! i'm so going to try and find it .

anywhooo .

i'm going to get lost in a book now . nicholas sparks is the bomb, or the sparks. whatever/whichever way you want it.







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