I fancy calling myself a writer since I was in grade school. The typical academic girl who writes for the school paper until college. But now, I am a writer no more. I cannot even call myself a blogger. Last blog entry was November 2012. Giving up writing is my choice. A very poor choice I believe. But sometimes we make so many poor decisions in our life that we stick by them. This is a classic manifestation of a proud man (woman, in my regard). We forget that we can still do something about it. And by not doing anything, one becomes a foolish man. Pride and foolishness are a deathly pair.
At this point, it is safe to assume that I am a purger. I binge read/watch to forget and when things become too much to handle, I purge my thoughts into words. And yes, this is a disclaimer. This is a purging. Good thing it happens almost once a year. HAHA
What's the cause of this sudden emotional 'indigestion'?
The Youtube movie called Fling. When watching a movie or a TV series, I'm very particular with the actors. I memorize the names and the faces. But this movie seems too unfamiliar with me except one actor who played as Jack in the series Revenge. I stumbled upon it in a Facebook post by a former colleague. I want to watch it but my connection sucked the last time. Out of the blue, I remembered it tonight. Sometimes, perfect timing is weird. It happens when a.) you really needed it, b.) when you don't even care about it, or c.) to give you life's little lesson camouflaged as a book/movie.
I am quite apprehensive to write another review-like write up. The last time was a bomb. It was inspired from the movie, No Strings Attached and written two and a half years ago. I still can remember the dates because I scarcely write and some friends still have some lingering comments about that.
Fling as the movie title implies is a story about a couple with an open relationship. This means they can have affairs with other people and be totally casual about it. Until things become too messed up. It was a totally 'cool' young adult movie. It ran for an hour and a half. I was at my breaking point in the last ten minutes or less.
FIVE YEARS LATER. This is equivalent to a post script in a letter or an epilogue in a novel or a conclusion to a scientific experiment. Sometimes it is a happily ever after. And sometimes, it's about regrets. Fuck that could/should/would haves. Life happens. The 'five years later' in this movie was a double bitch slap or a powerful punch to the solar plexus (depends on your gender).
Five years later for me in real life will be an unwanted welcome to the big 30. Here I am living a life as wonderful and sometimes shitty as it could be. I want to do things and turn back five years from now without regrets but just LESSONS.
Enjoy this epic movie!
P.S. What are your few chosen four-letter words? Mine are FUCK, SHIT, DAMN, LIFE and sometimes LOVE.
CHECK THE LINK:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=br10FY5QtDo
At this point, it is safe to assume that I am a purger. I binge read/watch to forget and when things become too much to handle, I purge my thoughts into words. And yes, this is a disclaimer. This is a purging. Good thing it happens almost once a year. HAHA
What's the cause of this sudden emotional 'indigestion'?
The Youtube movie called Fling. When watching a movie or a TV series, I'm very particular with the actors. I memorize the names and the faces. But this movie seems too unfamiliar with me except one actor who played as Jack in the series Revenge. I stumbled upon it in a Facebook post by a former colleague. I want to watch it but my connection sucked the last time. Out of the blue, I remembered it tonight. Sometimes, perfect timing is weird. It happens when a.) you really needed it, b.) when you don't even care about it, or c.) to give you life's little lesson camouflaged as a book/movie.
I am quite apprehensive to write another review-like write up. The last time was a bomb. It was inspired from the movie, No Strings Attached and written two and a half years ago. I still can remember the dates because I scarcely write and some friends still have some lingering comments about that.
Fling as the movie title implies is a story about a couple with an open relationship. This means they can have affairs with other people and be totally casual about it. Until things become too messed up. It was a totally 'cool' young adult movie. It ran for an hour and a half. I was at my breaking point in the last ten minutes or less.
FIVE YEARS LATER. This is equivalent to a post script in a letter or an epilogue in a novel or a conclusion to a scientific experiment. Sometimes it is a happily ever after. And sometimes, it's about regrets. Fuck that could/should/would haves. Life happens. The 'five years later' in this movie was a double bitch slap or a powerful punch to the solar plexus (depends on your gender).
Five years later for me in real life will be an unwanted welcome to the big 30. Here I am living a life as wonderful and sometimes shitty as it could be. I want to do things and turn back five years from now without regrets but just LESSONS.
Enjoy this epic movie!
P.S. What are your few chosen four-letter words? Mine are FUCK, SHIT, DAMN, LIFE and sometimes LOVE.
CHECK THE LINK:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=br10FY5QtDo
