just finished watching 15, a Singaporean movie made by Royston Tan, with Matt tonight.
i’m not sure how to describe the movie, i don’t like it when you have to categorize something like this as good or bad. it’s not that simple. anyway, uhm the movie is…artsy, if you know what I mean. and let’s just say there is a slightly awkward moment when you’re watching a movie filled with homoerotic tensions with a straight guyfriend.
yeah, i guess that sums 15 up.
anyway, it gets me going down the memory lane of being a 15 year old teenage girl. i don’t know how much i’ve changed, really. what a difference have five years made?
i’m not as cynical as i used to. certainly more ‘philosophical’/new-age/hippie-ish/meditator-ish. now i can wear make up in a moving vehicle, can run fast in heels, yep those should count. so perhaps, five years did change me a lot.
hmm but maybe not much. perhaps i’m still that person who likes to sit down on the floor of her room, writing or thinking. maybe i’m still that melancholic, lonely person who regards friends as her most valuable blessing and fears the day when their life is no longer hers (you know what i mean, when we’re all be too preoccupied with work or relationships). maybe i’m still that girl with vague ideas about whereabout she’s going to take her life in the next five years or so.
oh well, what will be, will be.
metta.
