greatest movie

There Will Be Blood. Wow! And there's Daniel Day-Lewis. Wow! Hope it wins the Oscars. It deserves it, but we can never tell.

No Country For Old Men comes next.

atonement won BAFTA's best film

Whatever.

lesson 102

a man knows when to stop.

everything.

My phone's camera isn't the best but I admire how much beauty it can capture.

I miss and love you baby, even if you're giving me headaches sometimes.

the others

02-03-08 nobody

02-03-08 Rose

2007 vase
I made this last year with Paint. God, I miss me.

deja vu, but not really

I was looking for pirated dvd copies of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Persepolis (of France) and 4Months, 3 Weeks and 2 days (of Romania) last Friday night at this small stall near the building where I work at. Unfortunately, the said movies were not yet available. So I opted to TV series. I was very lucky, and very happy, to have found a season 1 copy of one of my favorite series of all time: Felicity. So that same night ('til Saturday morning) I watched it. I've realized how much I miss Felicity, and even Ben and Noel, and I'm reminded of how much I love it after watching its first 22 episodes. I was very young then when I first saw the series. I felt inlove with it right away. Now that I'm old enough, I still love it. I guess my heart never really grew old, if you get what I mean.

Anyway, the reason why I love Felicity is the fact that I can relate to it- with the story and the characters. It's nice (and I feel great) to see someone go through the same things (situations/ fuck ups) I did or I'm going through right now and commit the same mistakes I have committed (and learned from it). The idea made me feel I'm not alone, you know. And it's cool.

bad hairday

I had my hair done last night in one of the barber shops near our apartment. You see, my hair has its own life. It grows in a way it sees fit. It's uncontrolable. Funny thing is that the barber kept on asking me what I would want him to do with it (the hair). It's as if he didn't have any idea, and was propably thinking that nothing can save me from it (the hair). So I told him what I wanted (how I wanted it to be). While he was doing my hair, I can see, on the look on his face, that he was having a hard time, and that he's a bit skeptical about the whole thing. It scared me.

Now I look like (or my hair looks like that of) Javier Bardem in the movie No Country for Old Men (only mine is worse).