Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Girl is gone but the bitch is here.

I am not even going to lie that this entry will be on Gone Girl and just Gone Girl.

I am also not even going to lie that I have been so lazy, busy and mostly lazy that I have not written in this page for a long long long time. I apologize but my life as a graduate and an unemployed graduate of that has been one whirlwind adventure of a last minute 3 weeks trip to Europe and then finally, hitting back to the cold reality of uncertainty all thanks to coming back home without a proper job.

So anyhow... the past few days, my life revolved around Gone Girl. I finally picked up the book over the weekends and perhaps, the first time after so long, I was barely able to put the book down. I haven't been able to read any fiction books so voraciously after choosing to study Politics. It didn't take me long to finish the book, about 2 days - I have to factor catching up over drama series, planning the week's schedule and appeasing the royal highness at home. I enjoyed the book albeit the a little 'hmmm, why would anyone choose to return to a pretty much useless-used-my-money-to-set-up-his-own-bar-and-a-fucking-cheater-no-less-husband' ending. Of course, after reading the last chapters again, it dawned upon me that, she was in control. Don't you just love the idea of power and control? I love Amy Dunne. I find her character charming despite being a psychotic bitch. Perhaps, it is the idea of being committed to win and not being a quitter somehow caught my attention and I was awed by how disciplined she was to make sure she carried out her plan flawlessly. On top of that, yeah, it is that psychotic bitch-ness.

Ever since Gone Girl premiered here, I have been hearing raving reviews as well as those who thought that the film adaptation wasn't up to their expectations. I, finally, watched it tonight with my awesome godmother who to my surprise was willing to watch it with me. I reckon I would never have thought I'd be watching a R21 movie with a parent figure but I can now officially strike that off my life list (not that I have one to start with). In my opinion, the movie was a pretty amazing adaptation of the book itself. The cast ensemble was excellent, the script was well written and Rosamund Pike, can we just take a second and appreciate her beauty and brilliant talent? I was thoroughly convinced that she would actually make a real Amy Dunne or basically a crazy bitch from hell. She was definitely the right choice for the role. The movie was more than two hours long but it was bearable and I reckon it did portray most of the important parts of the book to fit into the silver screen. But with all the books to film adaptation, one will always feel the film will definitely fall short of something like not enough portrayal of yet seemingly an important character despite him being a pretty small role in the drama between Amy and her scumbag husband (I am not even sorry that I actually dislike Nick). I am talking about Desi. Desi Collings. It'd be great if the audience especially those who have not read the book are able to find out more about him and why he would come off as creepy, possessive, another cray cray dude. My godmother couldn't help but whispered to me and said, 'he is creeeeeepy!' during the movie. All I could think of was if only she knew exactly who Desi is and why he would come off as such. Personally, I love Desi but I reckon, he might end up dead in my hands too for being too possessive and for trying to be that saviour/white knight to a damsel who is clearly screwed.

Like Amy, I am the only child to my parents and I found that this fictional character and I do have a few things in common and unfortunately also a huge part of her that I seem to lack which is clearly upsetting. I do wish that I had at least half of her discipline, not a quitter attitude and a hell lot of that bitch that will make a man feel like a man or whatever that the person should feel or be and also that mind never seem to stop thinking and working plus that layers of complicated wretchness. The recipe to control and power.

Many people have lamented that Gone Girl is something you would not want to watch on a first date. If you ask me, I would gladly watch that on my first date simply because it is an easy way out to be in touch with the reality of the relationship in a marriage, the constant hard work of up keeping, peace making, living up to each others' expectations, supposed unconditional love (really? unconditional between two people, really?) and where people go wrong - when they start to get lazy, when they start to see other people. But yeah, the part where Desi got brutally murdered by her, I guess, that wasn't needed at all and it would make a good way to scar someone for a few nights at least. (One of my few favourite scenes from the movie was how she took him down, girl has got one hell of an attitude to not mess with and one really fucked up brains) Of course there are also those who now have a completely ruined mindset of marriages. All I can say, good luck. I am just thankful and pretty proud to be a cynic of this thing call marriage. If your marriage is good, not rocky and have lasted this far, good on you. I certainly am happy for you but hey, don't come up to me and talk to me about marriage. Not on my priority at the moment or for the next twenty years. The movie have taught me a few things about marriage and they are really useful lessons. Thanks, Amy, as crazy, psychotic and 100% bitch you are, you make a good teacher to teach people on marriage, me at least. Haha!

I enjoyed the movie and the book thoroughly and it is officially top movie for the year for me. I actually do not mind to go for a second round of the movie. Perhaps, a second round will be a slightly different experience for me. Who knows?

Here is a favourite exchange from the movie,

Nick Dunne: You fucking cunt!

Amy Dunne: I'm the cunt you married. The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. I'm not a quitter, I'm that cunt. I killed for you; who else can say that? You think you'd be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I'm it.

Nick Dunne: Fuck. You're delusional. I mean, you're insane, why would you even want this? Yes, I loved you and then all we did was resent each other, try to control each other. We caused each other pain.

Amy Dunne: That's marriage.
Till next time bitches, don't screw up your relationships and don't get lazy. From what I have learnt so far in life, relationships are constant work in progress and a relationship is not an end product but just work and more work. The memories you make while working on it probably are the product of a relationship.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

The irony.

Funny how people think that at certain age you shouldn't have experienced certain things like suicide or even attempted suicide.

Here are a few things that come as a shock to some people when they learnt more about me. Just a few things for starters.

1. I have seen more deaths (natural ones) than births.
2. I have witnessed more people driven to the edge than being comfortable at where they are.
3. I have for one at my teenage years found more convincing reasons to die than be alive.
4. I have probably ate more medicine than some of my peers which probably is the cause of why my body is whacked.


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Hey, it is Thanksgiving!

I don't usually post a Thanksgiving status because I don't celebrate Thanksgiving. Never in my entire 24 years of my life, I take a day to purposely give thanks on my blessings over dinner. I am not exactly that perfect soul who gives thanks everyday before she goes to sleep either. I am just one of those who randomly gives thanks out loud more so after surviving one of life's greatest lemon throwing session. But, I do try to do a little check ins on what I should be thankful for once in a while. In conjunction with Thanksgiving that is going on right now in U.S, yes, I know how apt, right? I posted this on my Facebook about 30 minutes ago.


Maybe it is my final summer break here and I am seeing things in a new light that made me realise that when I am done in July, in the not-so-cold Brissy winter, I am really going to miss all the tiny little things to all the wonderful people I have met here. And, that plane ride back to motherland will be identical (me sobbing like a baby in the plane) just like the journey to Brisbane in July '12.

It is Thanksgiving today isn't it? I am thankful to be here and for all the people I have known and grown to love in each and every way.

It has been one amazing break so far. Results are in and I am glad to say that I passed this semester. Same decent grades as last semester but more amazing is that I passed POLS3803 - so yes, no more crazy relationship with Karl Marx and company. I am relieved and so damn glad. I did hope that I would score a high distinction for Korean Culture and distinction for POLS2501 - Human Rights but again, I am just glad, I did score more than just a pass for both courses. In fact, out of three POLS courses, two of them, I scored a credit. Thankful for such grades, you bet I am.

I have been bumping and meeting up with some friends that I have met over my stay here in Brisbane. All these meet ups, brunches, coffee sessions, impromptu movie nights are the highlights of this semester. Friends that I have gained from previous semesters become friends that I have learnt to lean onto and trust along the way. They became my support and strength and the joy plus happiness behind my laughter and smiles.

Met up with Sorcha for tea today and I love all our tea sessions because like Mama Sam, she never fails to make me feel calm and at peace and feel important ALL AT THE SAME TIME. Sometimes, during our meet ups, I hope I don't make her feel like I am one selfish conceited materialistic violent whiny bitch that she has to listen to whenever I share some things with her. (Oh the amount of negative Gemini showing up is waaaaay damn high!!) Anyways, it was a really good meet up albeit some negative things that happened prior before our meeting. All is good nonetheless. You see, I love talking to her because she someway somehow brings me back to down to earth and there are moments that it is evident how different the both of us are and it is that differences like how she is so kind to an ant that I killed but somehow it survived - she tried to save it and even put up a barrier to prevent it from coming to my side and from me before I end its life. It made me felt guilty for a moment since I never showed any regret nor remorse when it comes to killing ants. (Tsk, I know!) The positive traits that she has are those that I lack and I can only wish and aspire to be as calm, collected, kind as her. And, there were some things that we talked about on the way home and made me acknowledge that my life is going all great at the moment - not so much stress but definitely, I have removed the necessary toxins that made life so unbearable. Also, I spoke of God which I don't usually do. :) So, yes, giving thanks to the fact that I met another wonderful person in Brisbane in which hopefully, many years down the road, we will still be in touch despite the distance, time difference and my utter laziness. :p

Which brings me to my next and final point, on the way home from Gold Coast on Monday, I picked up Mel's Quiet Journeys - Finding Stillness in Chaos and read it throughout my train ride to Brisbane. The first few pages reminded me of the valuable lesson, Nicole, a small girl back in Singapore taught me when I met her in high school. 'God is in you, in your heart.' As I continued reading the book, I felt really peaceful, that kind of peace I have not felt in such a long time. I was by myself, without a companion with me but to my pleasant surprise, I didn't feel lonely at all. In fact, I enjoyed that solo ride home.

So many things to be thankful for, so many blessings, so many good things have happened to me. So glad, just to be alive and typing this post out.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

xoxo,
Adorra

Friday, November 15, 2013

I will miss you boozey


That's me, pretty much. Arizona's character and I have so much in common, it is so scary.
And yes, while I go through lists and lists of possible sperm donor candidates, I will probably be asking my partner if I will like getting pregnant and then I will learn that I can't do this and that and I won't be able to enjoy my large soy mocha and I will be sad but I guess, it is for the baby.

It scares me so much that I might just end up agreeable to childbearing which I am very openly and extremely against on at this point of time. Just like Arizona, I don't think I will be a good mother and I probably be a hell lot worse than an angry mama bear Robbins. Just sayin' yknow?

Crrrrrash.


Many years back, I led a life where I constantly thought that I would be hit by a speeding car as I sat as a passenger in the bus or someone else's car. Images like the one I have posted above is just one of the many wild thoughts that I had while I was on my way to school and work. Other days, before I began my day, all I thought of was 'am I going to get hit by a car today as I cross the road?' or  'is today gonna be the day where I die from a car crash?' Those years were clearly the toughest because every single day, I just had thoughts of dying. However, as the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I don't have such thoughts playing in my head on loop as much these days. However, as I was making my way home from Fairfield earlier in Cal's car. We almost met with an accident - a ute almost hit us because we probably saw the wrong traffic light. Thankfully, dude in the ute wasn't speeding and we managed to steer away from our possibly first car crash in down under. We sped away while Cal screamed for a bit and for a second, it brought me back to those dark days. Cal was concerned when he asked me if I was fine. I was clearly not shaken even a bit by it because I said I was fine in my most reassuring smile. And indeed, I was not shaken at all. Maybe, my head, my soul has gotten immuned by it. It did take my breath away for a second as the bright lights shine and blinded me but for some weird reason, that one second was my calmest moment in my entire Friday night.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

5 years from 2014...

I will be done with my degree next year and I think it is about time I should plan something out for the next 5 years. Nothing too complicated or to the minute details but something really simple for me to look at and try to ensure that I stick by it (or not).  :p

Next year... (2014)
Graduate from UQ with a decent degree in Political Science.
Get a job with the public service.

In 2015...
Make a trip to Yangon, Cambodia and Vietnam.
Sign up for second level of Korean language class.
Make it a point to have more than one photo shoots.
Pay off loans (sigh).

In 2016...
If all's good, go back to Queensland for a solo short holiday.
Upgrade my Nikon DSLR.
Attend Taiwan pride parade.

In 2017...
Hopefully... doing a good job with the public service.
Attend a barista course so that I can make good coffee and not only use my trusty Bodum french press.
Set up my #hungerneverstops project.

In 2018...
Take the parents out to a trip to somewhere like Turkey or somewhere I don't need to worry about their tummy so much. :p
Manage and maybe expand my #hungerneverstops project.
Do a really good job in my day job's project and leave a lasting impression to the organisation.

In 2019...
Leave the public service/or whatever job that I have.
Enrol myself into a postgrad programme in New Zealand.
Take a gap break from work and whatever else that I have on my plate.
Take a one month solo trip to conquer South Korea.
Move to New Zealand and pursue postgrad in Political Science.
Start thinking of what to do for the next 5 years in my life. :p