spore

So another classic from Woody Allen whom I normally don't like but said 80% of life is just showing up which I reckon is quite true.

This is an ode to Singapore (since someone reminded me of old childhood days of being in RGS etc.). I have to say that my friends from Singapore are true-blue kick-ass, salt-of-the-earth, liberal-conservative rockstars. Which sort of really reflects on me. I mean, you know, they're like... caring and shit! and who the hell is caring in the modern world? Of course they're also deeply conflicted with lots of thwarted, burning ambition, but that just adds to their sex-appeal really. And they're really funny, in this weird, localized way, in a cola-snorting (not coke please) way and of course they're as wholesome as motherhood and apple pie too which makes me feel safe and secure that they're not going to leave me once they become like Ministers and shit.

Okay this was a really weird post. i'll stop now.

DVDs I bought yesterday: Sheltering Sky (the old one of the Paul Bowles novel with Debra Winger and John Malkovich! I can't believe that someone would pirate this and that there is Sri Lankan demand for this! Rock on Sri Lanka!), Nine Lives, Amores Perros (because I'm the loser who still hasn't seen it yet), Bunty aur Babli (because Abhishek Bachchan is hot), Just Friends, Duplex, Munich, Water (with John Abraham, the last in the Deepa Mehta trilogy must still see Earth with Aamir Khan and Nandita Das who I adore), Memoirs of a Geisha, and some more...