A Spanking New Day...

Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star. Typical David Spade movie. Some funny parts, and probably funnier if I knew more of the child stars that were in the movie. (Had a bunch of teenage girls as audience sitting in the back row and making hand shadows on the screen before the movie. And making typical teenage girl noises throughout the movie. So not attractive.)

The Passion of The Christ. It is a good movie, biblical and with no ads or previews! (except for something from Hillsong). Having said that, it really plays on the emotions of the audience. The torture of Jesus is graphic and leaves little to the imagination, and because it is so explicit it makes the audience cringe and squeeze their armrests. However, it is not the cause for the emotional jerk that leaves many crying during the movie. And yes, there were quite a few sobs around me. If you were religious, then seeing your savior humiliated and mutilated probably would make you bite your lips real hard. The thing the movie does to make Jesus personal to the audience is making them see him through the eyes of his family, friends, the people he loved and the people he touched. Jesus becomes our son. He becomes our friend. He becomes the one who saved us from people about to stone us to death. And seeing him, someone we love and care for, in that condition touches something inside us. The ending with his ressurection really does put everything in perspective.

St John First Aid day two. Pretty sure I passed. Was chatting with Joseph and Jason from the course and now I want to volunteer as well.

Under the Tuscan Sun. I still think it's a chick-flick.

St John's First Aid course.

Life is so fragile.

Tropfest.

Yin.

Rain.

Thanks for the ride Donny.

I'm sick of old people who think they deserve more and that the rest of the world owes them. They think just because they are older than you that they know better. They whined like there's no tomorrow and when tomorrow does come they are still whining. The past is exactly that. The past. You can't do anything about it so let it go. And stop feeling sorry for yourselves.

Another talk peppered with guilt trips. Will I ever be a parent? Probably not.

Had dinner at Don Don on Oxford. I think it's run by Japanese dykes. Food's not too bad, but the toilet is the size of a telephone booth, if you need to go...

Summer Thunder (2003, USA). Absolutely awful. I have never seen so many people walk out of a theatre during a movie. The story sucked. The characters were querky with no redeeming value. And it wasn't even shown in widescreen; it was like watching some square movie. I won't even waste anymore of my energy to rip this movie to bits.

Oh, and I still want to move into my own place. Real bad.

Met up with Yuichi & Shizuka. I waited for them a little as they were getting their caricatures drawn at the Rocks Centre (at a shop Shizuka used to work at). It was pretty good, but they were a little hazukashii about it. Then had lunch at Lillipilli in The Rocks. They really wanted to try kangaroo and crocodile meet but since I've had both before, I decided on the salmon omelette. They weren't too impressed with kangaroo; it reminded them of liver. The croc pot seemed ok. My omelette had way too much salt. Guess I won't be rushing back there anytime soon.

Went back to MCA to see more of Tracey Moffatt. Something More (1989, 6 cibachromes and 3 black & white photographs, series of 9) and Invocations (2000, photo silkscreen printed with ultra violet inks on textured Somerset soft white 300gsm paper, series of 13 images) seem very interestint but I really want to know a little more to appreciate what they are about. But just reading the description of Invocations makes me appreciate artists even more. You never think of art and science being so connected but it's the understanding of science that allows for such amazing works to be produced. Am thinking of going in for a tour sometime next week to learn more.

Then met Steve's friend, Seb, and hung out at Cafe Comity for a bit. He looks a bit like Leo DiCaprio.

Gone But Not Forgotten (2003, USA) It really wasn't a must-watch-with-a-boyfriend movie, but good enough for me nevertheless. It was a typical story abour an openly gay guy trying to win the cute guy who's having internal struggle with his identity. Most sex I've seen in the movies I've watched all week, but nothing explicit. And mochiron it's got a happy ending.

P&O Aurora is in town today.

200 American (2003, USA) is like Pretty Woman if Julia Roberts was a guy, gay and from Australia. It was a sweet enough story but it's better to watch it as a comedy with cheesy acting. I guess the guys were cute enough. It was another home video quality movie and it felt like it too when it movie kept on pausing for reasons we don't know. Maybe people were having sex in the projection room and their flinging arms and legs kept on hitting the pause button on the VCR.

Dinner at Hungry Pot. Nice guy.

Tarik El Hob (The Path to Love) (2002, Algeria/France) was a great movie. Yet another home video movie, but the story was simple and well told. His self-struggle mixed with the double dutch wooing between him and Farid, especially when they communicated thru the postcards, was very interesting to watch. Still no sex (as per Queer Screen's tagline) but Karim's dancing was very sexy. I wish I could dance like that!

Thanks Stevie for the video. :D

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

Big Fish was fairly creative but I can't say whether it's typical Tim Burton or not since I haven't seen enough of his movies yet, but from the ones I have seen, this one is more of a family movie and not as dark as some of this other movies. Oh, and I couldn't quite get over Ewan McGregor doing a Texan accent.

And why do I wish I have my own credit card? So I can keep my spending habits to myself.

Yesterday was Valentine's Day.

If only I was on a date. Then I wouldn't have watched 3 movies, hung around a CD store for too long and run off only to miss the 11:10 bus by 1 minute.

Send Me An Angel (2002, Israel). Sweet in its simple way but the movies was too simple even for me. I don't think things ever work out quite so smoothly in real life. But then if the audience wasn't treated to 2 episodes of Mommy Queerest:The Will (2002, Israel), then Angel , there could've been one longer, more satisfying movie experience.

Max: A Cautionary Tale (2003, Australia) was not anything like what I expected. Definitely not simple. It really does get you thinking wtf the movie is about. And you won't know if that's really what the director intended. Nicholas Verso was in the audience and wasn't going to let the cat out of the bag. Most of the movie looked like it was filmed using a camcorder and it made it look like a home video (except for the black & white scenes), but as you're trying to figure out just what is going on, you get sucked into the movie's "story" and it doesn't even become an issue. Considering it took 12 days to shoot and cost $4000 to do the whole movie, it was very impressive.

Mona Lisa Smile. Got into the movie a few minutes late. They actually started on time! Like at the stated time! Definitely chick movie but the idea of thinking for yourself and not learning what to think really struck a chord with me and reminded of my time in Japan. And I do love Julia Roberts.

You'll Get Over It (2002, France). I know Queer Screen promised "12 juicy days of sex, seduction...drama", and you could hear the disappointed murmurs when certain scenes didn't reveal as much as the horny crowd wanted, but it was a sweet movie and too much sex and nudity would've ruined it. Besides, they still have 11 other days to drool over.

Timeline...bad. Don't watch it.

Underworld...great. Watch it. And watch it again.

Tracey Moffatt exhibition at MCA.

Have never heard of Tracey Moffatt until now, but I think her themes are women empowerment, childhood, Aboriginal experiences. Have to read up on her sometime.

Really like Scarred for Life (1994, series of 9 images), and Scarred for Life (1999, series of 10 images). They depicted "subruban tales childhood trauma". The cations accompanying the images were short. Amusing but yet very revealing of untold truths in the lives of so many children.

Heaven (1997) is not appealing at all. It's 28 minutes I will never get back. The wobbling and back-and-forth swaying of the shots and the beach bums changing in public almost made me puke. Literally. I went home feeling very whoosy and didn't eat dinner til late.

I wish I had my own car.

I wish I had my own place.

I wish I had my own life.

Almost peed my pants earlier tonight on my way to Korean BBQ in Campsie. Thank God for the security guard lady who let me go to the toilets of the Campsie Centre before she locked up. What a lifesaver!

Family trip to the Central Coast.

Took a look at Ettalong Markets. It wasn't all that so don't know if we got the right place.

Then went to Gosford/Edogawa Commemorative Garden. The garden was pretty but the gallery was closed.

Lunch at Aromas on Sea Cafe at Crowne Plaza Terrigal. Nice outdoor cafe with a good ocean view but beach still not as beautiful as Bondi.

Fragrant Gardens. Cute.

Knowledge condemns. Ignorance is bliss.

Met Sylvia for breakfast.

Lunch with Bernard and some friends.

Along Came Polly. Good for a few laughs but not a see-again movie. In the movie, the Spanish dancer has a boyfriend called Hector. :p