Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I watched this movie with a friend. We, and two others, were the only adults. The rest were high school students. In uniform. Oh please... Didn't you guys go to school? It was 11.45!
"The seventeen year-old Kim is the pride and joy of her father, the retired
agent Bryan Mills that left the secret service to stay near Kim in California.
Kim lives with her mother Lenore and her wealthy stepfather Stuart; she
convinces the reluctant Bryan to sign an authorization to travel to Paris with
her friend Amanda. When they arrive, they share a cab with the stranger Peter
and Amanda tells to him that they are alone in Paris. When Bryan succeeds in
contacting his daughter, she tells that criminals have just break in the spot
and they are kidnapped by an Albanese gang of human trafficking. Bryan promises
in the phone to kill the kidnapper of his daughter and immediately travels to
Paris to find Kim and chase the criminals."
I watched the trailer before 'no country for old man' played and eversince I saw it, I really wanted to watch the movie. And it finally came true -- 3 months after the I watched the trailer. A very good movie, worth watching.
CITY OF EMBER
"When mankind is about to come to an end, a group of scientists decide to
create and populate a city deep underground. The city of Ember is to last for
200 years after which its inhabitants are to retrieve from a strong box
instructions to return to the surface. Over time however, the message is lost
and life in Ember is rapidly deteriorating. Their power supply is failing and
food is being rationed. It's left to two young adults to unearth the secret of
Ember and to lead the way out."
Some things and details in this movie bothered me a lot. No, not about the cinematography or the mistakes, but the thought.
These things somehow are doctrins in our lifes. Things that somehow make us unprepared to hear, or being in a condition where something unusual happen.
[all synopsises are from http://www.imdb.com/]
Saturday, May 9, 2009
It was July 2008. I was a useless thing after finishing graduate theses. No job, questioning, trapped in uncertainity. Haha. All I can do is complaining. Yet I found inspiring things in my daily life. One of them is my 72-years-old-and-never-stop-teaching lecturer. So I wrote. And another lecturer-now-a-friend found my blog *darn..* and finally put my writting on a tribute book for the 72-years-old-and-never-stop-teaching lecturer. Which is not so special for me [I mean not the book, but having my stupid blog published on a supposed-to-be-great-book].
Later, the 72-years-old-and-never-stop-teaching lecturer wrote something on my page which made me wordless.
"In an interview in the April 1, 2008 issue of Blast Magazine,
King says she hopes she can be known more for her music and not just as a "good female guitarist."
“Ultimately, I’d rather be known as like, ‘Oh yeah, that sounds like Kaki King,’ rather than ‘Oh, she’s pretty good for a girl.’”"
*Kaki king, from wikipedia
I know being in twenty-something is not easy. And it is portrayed perfectly in Jamie Cullum's song, Twenty Something. Leave me alone, I'm on twenty something! There are also one and another thing after the graduation day. Well absolutely, graduation is not for me, but for my parents. They just need proove. They don't need the thinking of what I should be. Or they just don't want to know. And people outside are very intimidating. The thing they care about is just: 'where are you working now?' or 'oh so you're one of the best graduated student from a reputable university?' or 'aren't you going to continue your study?' and all those stupid things. Go to hell.
On the other day, I posted something about the number 7. Everyone miss-interpreted that I like 7. Or it's because someday in the past, I used to interact a lot with other 6 friends - and so we are 7. Or it's just another fun thing. But they all are actually wrong. It's been 7 years that I have something in me. Or ironically, don't have any. Or can't have any. Anyway, the number 7 is sometimes sacred, and some said it has controversy inside the meaning. And it's interesting.
She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run And it wears me out, it wears me out It wears me out, it wears me out And if I could be who you wanted If I could be who you wanted All the time, all the time radiohead - fake plastic trees
Other things are just about my daily life. And some are movies. Some are songs. Maybe I should repost some.
P.S.: why do most blogging sites got me frustrated layouting the post?