
Today i went and saw My Sister's Keeper, and sarah and i were bawling our eyes out the entire time. i don't care if critics don't like it or if it's different from the book (i never read it), because i liked this movie. a lot.
i think this was the first time i cried so much during a movie since... Titanic (yes, Titanic made me weep. all 3 times.) haha.
It just seemed so unfair, you know? How can a little girl be allowed to go through so much pain and suffering and then finally die of leukemia? what good is there in that?
And then having another little girl genetically modified and created just for her organs and blood and tissue to give to her sister... it's just... a lot to think about.
I mean, she's a person, too. how can someone create a whole other human being to manipulate and use for the benefit of a sick kid? I don't know how i feel about forcibly holding down and poking giant needles into fragile 5-year-olds just to save another kid.
Abigail Breslin is just about the cutest not-so-little 13-year-old ever. and the most talented too.
Things happen for a reason
THANK GOD i didn't accept BlackBook's internship. i met this girl who did, and she totally hates it. turns out, they hired 13 interns, and since there's so many of them, each one only comes into work about 2 days a week, and they do absolutely nothing.
they just sit around and stare into space, and accomplish nothing productive. at least that's the gist of what i heard.
Wow. so glad i'm at julib, even if it's smaller and lesser known. at least i get to write tons of stuff.
Poor Farrah Fawcett. she just had to die on the same day as Michael Jackson, and now the whole world is grieving over him and no one remembers her :(
Bouts of homesickness always strike me randomly, usually when i see families together, having dinner, walking down the street, shopping together...
When i saw Transformers two nights ago, these two little boys were waiting outside the theater after the movie, and their parents swooped in with their car to pick them up moments later.
and i was like, awww... reminds me of when i'd bring my little bro and adorable little cousins to the movies, and they'd be bouncing off the walls and demanding popcorn and hot dogs.. and of course i'd give in to their requests 'cause they're just so cute (even though my mom's voice would inevitably ring in my ear: 'no hot dogs! it causes cancer!') :)
Thanks MJ, for all the good times.
Friday was karaoke (American: 'care-ree-oh-kee'. Singaporean: 'kah-rah-oh-kay'. hahaha.) night in Brooklyn to commemorate Michael Jackson's awesome contribution to the world of music.
Great songs + crazy friends + fun dancing = amazing night :)
Karaoke was so fun!! instead of little private rooms to yourself like in sgp, here it's like the ENTIRE bar listening to you screech your head off to your favorite song.
we screamed and danced along to every song (whether we knew it or not). i'm pretty sure everyone knew who we were by the end of the night. and then when we finally got the mic, we shrieked along to 'Summer nights' from Grease. And by we, i meant the girls.
The crowd was a good mix of soulful singers and horrible wannabes. some people just didn't know they were off beat/off tune/didn't even know the lyrics (even though they were flashed on the screen.) it was some highly entertaining stuff.
You know you love me, XOXO
Gossip Girl tour bright and early on saturday morning. way. too. early.
The Met, where Blair and her friends gather on the steps for Pinkberry :)
Yes, I was on the very steps that Leighton Meester once sat. haha. apparently she can sing, too. Check out Cobra Starship's 'Good girls go bad.'
At this quaint little neighborhood on the Upper East Side... visiting the 'school' where Serena and gang attend. It's actually a church! what irony. and it's teeny tiny and dirty.
The huge New York Palace, the hotel where Serena lives.
I don't care what anyone else says, I love gossip girl.
P.S. (for hannah) The singer, whose music video i was in, is Killa Kela, some dude from the UK.








