Me: Please fix your blog.
Me: I’m working on it!
Me: At least write a draft!
Me: I will… (goes back to playing Mobile Legends)
Me: You Son of a Bitch…
Me: How Dare You!
Me: I’m sorry I called you a bitch…
Me: I’m sorry I gave you the Middle Finger…
Me: You didn’t…
Me: Oh? Didn’t I… (flips middle finger) well NOW I did!
Me: (flips middle finger)
Me: (flips both middle fingers)
Me: ….what’s happening? Oh right! FIX YOUR BLOG!
Me: I will….(watches YouTube)
Me: (sighs)
While I may have been immersing myself in romantic comedies of the late, primarily because I have set up a blog dedicated to the genre, I watched 2 foreign films yesterday that is so far from Chick Flicks, it may as well exist in it’s on universe.
I will say, no one does weird than us Asians. We have weird food, weird customs, weird beliefs… Or is it just weird because other people (non-Asians) think it’s weird. I guess something is weird when it doesn’t play well with out narrative. But I digress.
Oldboy (the original and not the Josh Brolin remake) is a Korean mystery thriller. If I would have to describe the film, without revealing too much about it, I would say that “it’s driven by revenge”. It’s really not THAT weird. I guess it’s so fucked up that you wonder, what kind of person and what happened to him to think of such a story. It’s one of the most recommended films in movie lists, foreign or not. And now I know why. It’s so easy to turn away to some of the scenes or just completely walk away from the movie but I beg you, if you do watch it, stay with it until the end. Much recommended.
Why Don’t You Play in Hell however is a different cup of tea. Who am I kidding? It’s a different cup of pure poison! If the title does not interest you enough – which probably means you’re allergic to cool – Jun Kunimura, Boss Tanaka, the Yakuza boss that O-ren Ishii beheaded to “prove a point” in the (arguably) greatest Quentin Tarantino film, Kill Bill Vol.1 – is in it as a… Yakuza boss. In a true Tarantino fashion it’s full of shooting guns aimlessly, blood baths and old school Samurai fighting. What makes it weird is the actual fun the characters are having in making a film about them killing each other and eventually dying. Plus there is a song in this movie that the characters keep singing over and over in any given opportunity that will make you want to memorize all the words and then proceed to stab yourself for even thinking about memorizing all of the words.
So that’s my dose of weird filled this week. What weird have you recently injected your system with? Let me know!
Hello WordPress friends! I was just freaking out about how fast 2016 is going by. How is it April already?? But anyway, I’ve finally written my first piece over on the Chick Flick blog and it seems like a good start. I started with an all time favorite sleeper hit My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Because, unexpectedly they released a sequel that apparently came out in march of this year. And another shocker is that Rita Wilson and her lesser know husband Tom Hanks produced the movies. Shocker!
So if you fancy a little bit of rom com today the post it’s here.
Since conceptualizing the blog I’ve researched on some overlooked romantic comedies. Not just rom coms. Just movies that you think are within the Chick Flick genre.
So let me know in the comments?
Yesterday was a Sunday. My boyfriend went to work and I spent the afternoon watching 2 chick flick movies, telling myself, “I too am working”. I decided on writing the blog here on WordPress – even though none commented on my previous post. WordPress is fun guys! And extremely convenient for the non-tech savvy. Plus, I have a cold so I can’t be bothered.
So, hopefully, by tomorrow, you would be reading a post from the new blog. And to you guys out there who turn a snub nose on the chick flick genre, well there’s something in there for you too. I only ask you to keep an open mind. I am a 29-year-old who enjoys comedy and aspires to be a screenwriter someday. Keep in mind, that before Vince Gilligan created Breaking Bad, he wrote a movie called Wilder Napalm. It’s no chick flick but close enough.
If any of you are a fan of chick flicks and would want to talk about them, stay tuned.
Today, I jump start an idea. It was not my best, but still! I wanted to be more productive and I used to use this blog as a way for me to do that. But since I haven’t been exactly “living my life” I decided to make another blog. I know… I know… It seems counter productive to start another project when you’re harboring guilty feelings about not continuing on the previous one. But this is good WordPress!
I thought to myself, what are things I’m good at or just things that I like to do that I can write about? I thought about writing about cooking, which I’m getting very good at, if I do say so myself. But thinking of what to cook for dinner already takes the strength out of me. I thought about writing about the books I read, but who are we kidding. That one’s going to be a very slow blog. And then it came to me, maybe I should start writing about movies again. Again, because I used to have this movie blog that’s gone to the dogs (for good reason).
The problem with me writing about movies is I can’t decide on what movie to watch. And having to “review” a movie takes the fun out of seeing it. So, maybe stick a genre, one that doesn’t take itself too seriously? RomComs came to the rescue. I mean, I love rom-coms, and there are hundreds of them out there. Some, I admit, I’ve seen a lot of times (When Harry Met Sally and Miss Congeniality on the top of my head) and some I haven’t even seen (Moonstruck, Roxanne among others), which is a tragedy. Especially for someone like me who aspires to be a screenwriter and DREAMING of becoming the next Tina Fey – I know Tina didn’t write a rom-com (yet! it could happen!) but she wrote Mean Girls, which is a Chick Flick. And that train of thought has lead me to a blog I will call “Nothing But Chick Flicks” – a blog of movies made FOR women but not necessarily made BY women.
Only dilemma is to put it where? I mean, how many of you WordPress inhabitants would be interested in that kind of thing? Let me know.
I started this blog over a year ago thinking this will be my one way ticket out of a corporate job. This used to be my solace during my humdrum life in Bahrain and now my solace is collecting dust. Do you guys want to hear what I have replaced it with? A life of unemployment that’s what!
I want to blog about things I care about and genuinely amuse me. I don’t want to bombard this innocent internet space with my rants and emotional emptiness. I don’t want to look back over the years and read myself talking about how dire my life is at 29. At fucking 29!
I wanted to talk about eating hamburgers, watching movies that inspire me to make movies and not about me being so bored and ungrateful when so many people in this world don’t even have internet access.
Maybe I’ll start blogging about my unemployment and challenge myself to put a positive spin on it. Or talk about being nearly 30 and still childless!
Can someone give me a feedback I can feed off from?
Believe it or not, a blog post was supposed to be published last Friday but my internet crashed and so here I am making an attempt at another one.
I have no real excuse as to why I haven’t been writing here, but a lot of it has to do with unreliable internet. And also because of having little to no inspiration or little to no motivation or both.
But here’s something that I want to talk about. Haircuts. Yeah, haircuts.
I had a haircut done yesterday. No big deal, just a little bit of the bottom where all the splitends lie and I realized how little amount of my hair I’m willing to part with. I used to be adventurous with my hair, either dyeing it a different color every 3-4 months or cutting my own bangs or that one drunken night I purposefully cut ONLY one side of my head (which is a different story for later), but now, I’m just a big pussy about it.
So what am I getting at with this haircut rant? I’ll get to my point, I promise.
Hair is something that grows either I deal with it or not – unless you’re permanently bald then I’m sorry – but I can’t seem to commit with a simple haircut says a lot about myself and who I’m becoming as an adult person.
I’m less adventurous. Less willing to do anything that will somehow change my life. And it’s scaring me the more that I type this confession.
Is this the reason why I’m still unemployed? Why I write so little and blame the lack of inspiration as an excuse?? Why I fail at so many things this past few years? Why I’ve been avoiding my parents calls? Just a bunch of repressed feelings that are trying to crawl back up just because of a stupid haircut.
Sure, I got rid of my splitends but my hair still feels dry and for the life of me, is still unbrushed. Will my hair be forever in a tight bun to mask my ineptitude to make it look like prettier hair? I don’t think I want to be THAT person.
So maybe that haircut served a real (and better) purpose. It was a wakeup call. To do something REAL with my life. No ifs and or butts.
And I think realizing and talking about my issues – and putting it in a blog post is a real sign that I am trying.
I’ve been reflecting a lot about why I blog. I think it’s because I know way more people who don’t than do.
When I first discovered blogging (xanga.com) I was so overjoyed because I’ve already outgrown writing with a gel pen in a diary at that time but I still wanted to talk about my life. Call me weird but I associate the clacking of keyboard with sophistication. Something about the sound makes me feel like I’m doing something very important and not just Googling recipes I can make with cheese.
When I entered College, I wanted to take my writing more seriously. So I stopped blogging about my life because I did not think that my life at that time was interesting enough for other people to read. Ironically enough, the best stories of my life all happened while I was in College. Something about not being able to read about my College drunken nights pains me, because as much as the memory of the pain I endured after another hang over is still burned in my brain (why I no longer imbibe on cheap brandy) not having a shred of proof of my College adventures feels like it never happened.
In reflection, reading myself type “the best stories of my life all happened while I was in College” is kind of sad and also untrue. But I guess I typed that because I feel like that the College was this separate person and right now that’s who I want to be.
Here’s me in College (or at least for the first 2 years)
I think that’s about the information I’m willing to reveal about myself in College. Also, I’m sleepy. See you tomorrow? Hopefully?
I am re- reading old blog posts and old comments (mostly because I need an ego boost) and came across this old blog I started over a year ago. Now, before you make any attempts clicking on that link let me tell you something about this blog of mine.
It’s about 50 Shades of Grey. Well, not really. It’s about ME reading 50 Shades of Grey and trying to understand the science (or lack of) behind it. It is mostly inspired by this blog made by my all time favorite Zac Little (seriously Google him!). Inspiration may be just another word for jealousy because I too wanted to blog about a book series because 1.) I don’t have to constantly think about what to blog , 2.) the project will help me with my writing 3.) it pushes me to really read something other than Bossypants and 4.) it just looks like a lot of fun.
I chose 50 Shades of Grey because at that time the trailer for the 50 Shades of Grey movie just came out (I have yet to watch that movie. Or shouldn’t I?) and I also had a talk with a friend about how she never really made any attempts at reading the Twilight series. So I thought about reading 50 Shades of Grey and then blog about it so she didn’t have to.
If you ask, yes, I’ve already read the series prior to making the blog. And yes, I own all the books. And yes, paperback issues. I am not proud of it. In my defense, at that time, I did not own a smartphone and had very little to no idea that ebooks exist. And I wanted to read them because I was curious and I wanted to know if it’s as scandalous as people make it to be. Turns out, it’s not.
I’m blogging about this because I kind of want to revive the project or maybe choose another book series (or just a book) to blog about. Also, one of the other reasons I have about choosing 50 Shades of Grey was because I can make fun of it. I just don’t think I can make a habit out of blogging about a book and not have a chance at dick jokes. But a part of me wants to get back at 50 Shades of Grey. I’ve been re-reading some of my old posts from there and a lot of them I still find funny.
So if any of you are bored and are looking for a blog to read maybe you can check it out and help me make a decision.
I am currently (and still) unemployed. If my memory serves me right (it barely does), this is the longest I’ve been without a job. I try (at least for the first 2 months) to justify this lack of employment because I feel that I deserve a huge break because I slaved in a job I absolutely hated with no vacation, sick leaves or pretend-to-be-sick leaves for 2 years straight, and for my track record, that is, incredible.
I don’t mean to sound like I’m the world’s worst employee, ever. I’m probably world’s working for the money because the economy is not doing too great for me to actually try at a career I actually want employee. The whole idea of moving back here was for me to gamble my way into show business. Not as an actress, but anything to being a writer or someone who works with the writer was something I was going for. Turns out, those type of jobs are not available on jobstreet.com.
At this point, I’d be willing to work on my screenplay on the side if it means getting the salary I want plus medical insurance. It seems like the longer I wait(ed) for something to happen for me, the more it compromised the dream I made for myself before buying a ticket back.
It sounds depressing when I type it on a blog but being an adult means being realistic about a lot of things. So many things transpired since I came back and most of the things that did happen are things I didn’t realize would happen/something I was trying to avoid to happen but nevertheless I was kind of happy that it did happen. A lot of people in my life feel that it was a bad choice, or that it will crash and burn like it did before, I mean they didn’t have to say it, I can feel it in their non presence, but I am bravely standing by my decision.
I forget the point i was trying to make coming in to this blog post. I guess to sum things up, I feel currently bad about me being unemployed, I am looking for a job, and I feel farther from my friends when ironically, we now live in the same country again. There is a certain level of misery running in my veins, maybe it’s because I’m on my period or maybe because it’s exactly what I need to feel right now to get things moving in my life again.
Will fill you in with the progress or lack thereof in my life.
Not Your Role Model 