movies, movies, movies

we had a lil bit of a movie marathon with sunshine last night. out of three movies, one was absolutely fantastic, one was average and one just a complete piece of shit.

michel gondry:

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
it has been a while since a movie totally blew my mind off, but eternal sunshine of the spotless really did that. both charlie kaufman and michel gondry are just fucken brilliant. brilliant.

actually, i can't think of anything to complain abt this movie. the script was just mind blowing, the visuals were absolutely stunning, the audio supported both the story and visuals perfectly and the actors did a pretty damn good job. and this is from someone who would usually sees either one of them (jim carrey and kate whines-a-lot) a good reason to skip a movie (apart from truman show and quills that is). in fact, winslet does a better drew barrymore than barrymore could ever do herself.

stunning, just stunning. i strongly recommend anyone who hasn't seen this masterpiece yet to drag their arse to the closest video store and get it.

catherine breillat:

anatomy of hell
ok, i don't quite know what to think of catherine breillat.

she has a talent of making movies where every frame is visually perfect like it would be a still photograph on a gallery wall. in each frame every detail is carefully planned and thought of, every colour has a meaning and the compositions are just so flawless that it distracts you from the movie itself.

but at the same time every frame of the movie is overloaded with symbolism, every word of the dialoque is underlined with message and every single gesture of the actors is spelled out to support the dialoque. there is absolutely no subtlety. everything is spoon-fed.

i do appreciate the way breillat can build up an overwhelmingly intense mood in a single scene. like the final scene in her previous movie sex is comedy was just amazing. but then again, the rest of the movie was just an absolute piece of wank (apart from the shit hot leading male was walking around nekkid with a gigantic fake cock for most of the movie. which was nice).

i think i would have enjoyed this one much more if it would have been presented as 50-100 stills on the wall of a gallery. as i said, visually stunning, otherwise a piece of shit.

dodge ball

yeh well, this one was just what i expected.

cheap dodgy brainless giggles. very average, but at the same time very entertaining. did the trick. few scenes actually make my laugh my arse off which is always a bonus.

quality quotes - part 2

"oh, he put's the S in "Average"... oh hang on, i meant the A."

- c

"drink up, young man. it'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant."

- clementine, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

found a fantastic lil book thingie from a book shop along king st on wy way to lunch today.

it's got these oh-so-trendy retro images with female-angst slogans and it amused me to no ends. after giggling at it for a while in the store i decided that it would look good on my fireplace. and there it is.

if the past year was: a movie festival...

Rock Up, Piss-Up
And Laugh It Up 2004
"rootless lament for the young and the restless"

WHEN:
a hot and humid late summer night, starting from the moment just before the shadows start to get longer, colours deeper and the sun starts to set

WHERE:
a small dodgy but cosy indie cinema with 60 seats and b.y.o. grog allowed due to the blind eye turned by the staff

WHO:
heavily intoxicated group of 40-50 uni students and hang around pissheads, half in for the piss-up, third for the actual entertainment and the rest are there just because someone mentioned free booze and arty chicks who put out

SCREENINGS:

• 16:00 - opening film:
  lost in translation
  
  
• 19:00 - love actually - CANCELLED
  replaced with:
  fear and loathing in las vegas
  
  
• 21:00 - amelie
  
  
• 00:00 - re-run of lost in translation
  (due to popular demand)
  
  
• 03:00 - closing film:
  garden state - CANCELLED
  replaced with:
  a very long engagement
  
  
• followed by the garden state trailer
  (with a promise to really screen the movie in the Rock Up, Piss-Up And Laugh It Up 2005 festival)
  

help?

hey you more technically oriented readers (yes, i'm pointing directly at you k. haakana, kennu and anyone else who knows his/her shit). what is the best (read: cheapest and problem free) way of transferring pictures from my sony ericsson z608 phone to my pc?

i've been thinking abt getting an external bluetooth usb adapter on my comp but they're a bit pricy and kennu warned that it might not be easy to find a gadget combo that actually works together(?).

would anyone know of a good (and cheap/cheap-ish) gadget to work with windows xp and sony ericsson z608?

yet another slow morning

first of all bunnies, put on moby - go to start the day on a good note. usually ripping good stuff shits me, but the obvious twin peaks reference in this one just works. don't ask me why.

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i've been social again, tho this time it was accidental. i was at work last night when a friend from the first year in oz suddenly showed up with his gf.

even tho it was a really hectic night i was able to take a 10 min coffee break (thanks to dear fatin being such a good girl) and catch up with them. which was great. i have only met the gf a couple of times but i reckon she's good value. good on him.

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my lobster-red flatties returned from the big day out after midnight and they had clearly had a great time. i wish i would have been able to join them.

d-man had managed to get the best geek-tan (read: geek-SUNBURN) i've seen so far and the poor thing didn't really appreciate me pissing myself after he took his shirt off. after i was done with the whole cracking up thing i kinda felt sorry for him and fetched some after-sun lotion to fix the damage. matty had done a pretty good job burning his face too. didn't see the others, but i reckon they'd be the same.

talking abt flatties, matty is moving out tomorrow. kinda scary. when matt goes, dan moves into his big room and i move from the downstairs bedroom to the small bedroom upstairs. it's kinda cute and cosy and the rent is cheaper.

must try to prepare for uni mode already. time to start cutting down the living expenses soon. not fun.

oh, and i still luv my perty lil ipod. luv it.

it's a baby girl!

how cute is that?!?

my mum goes and takes a puppy while i am on the other side of the world. that's just not fair. but how bloody adorable are they? the older dog is a 2,5 yrs old parson russell terrier rapsu ("scratchy") and the baby is 7 weeks old jack russel terrier vanilla.

right now i wish i could fly to finland for a little holiday.

fuckity-fuck

yes. it's big day out 2005 day today. and guess who's not going?

i had a fucken ticket and i paid shitloads for it too and then some dickless piece of shit goes and fucken steals my bag with the ticket in it.

no. today i'm not a happy lil girly. today everyone can go to hell. fuckshitfuck.

mr. perfect

i just happened to read an older entry (in finnish) written by the official princess of the finnish blog scene (in finnish), and it made me think abt my mr. perfect. the more i think abt it the less likely i ever expect to find one. i am a very picky and difficult lil bitch. BUT let a girl dream will you? here's what i do know about my mr. perfect:

first of all, he is strong enough to be open and honest, has great sense of humour and is highly intelligent. that's a good start.

he is also laid back (yay for oz blokes!), passionate (tho i'm not that fussed on what abt), opinionated (AND has the brains and balls to back it up with!), strong (physically as well as mentally), independent, active, funny, talented and fucked up (i don't want to feel like the only freak in the show).

he is a social chameleon in a positive way. he can pull off the shit hot pinstripe date at an art gallery opening, uni piss-up bbq at the backyard in thongs and shorts as well as backbacking barefoot on some forgotten paradise beach in the middle of nowhere. his ability to appreciate culture spreads from art galleries and indie film festivals, quality books and fucked up comics to disposable blockbuster comedies and porn. he also has the selfesteem and balls to be open minded enough to fit and feel comfortable with any kind of people and environments.

he knows where he stands so that he doesn't need to get jealous when i happen to feel a bit flirty on the dance floor, but at the same time he's man enough to put me back in line if i happen to take it a bit too far. he is not a lapdog but not a dickhead either.

he is talented and driven, but his ambition doesn't rule his life. mr. perfect also possesses a special talent (or even better, several of them), tho i'm not that fussed on what that talent is. it can be anything from art to music or sports. it's more abt him being able to feel special and giving me a way to admire him outside the usual stuff.

he lives in today. and this is very important. he is in control of his life in a way that gives him the freedom to live now and not wait for tomorrow or worry abt yesterday. he has done enough yesterday to provide him with the life experience and balls to seize the day and take what he wants.

and yes, my mr. perfect takes me. i don't believe in drunken first kisses or accidentally ending up together after a night out. no. my mr. perfect takes me out on a proper date, makes me feel like a princess and has the balls to kiss me sober. oh, and he's a great kisser.

but despite all this my mr. perfect has enough of a romantic in him to do stupid lil things like leaving the apartment and then walking all the way back from the elevator just to give me that one last kiss and then one more. no matter how much of a cynical little bitch i am, things like that still make my heart race. yeh i know. pathetic, but what can i do.

my mr. perfect is also shit hot, tho not in the calendar-boy-ish way. he has that certain something that makes it totally impossible for me to keep my hands off him. he has good posture and an attitude that carries his whole appearance. he smells good and is tall enough to kiss my forehead effortlessly even when i'm wearing heels. most likely he has strong hands/arms, a beautiful muscly back, a flawless boy-ish grin and eyes that i can get lost in.

oh one more thing: he is NOT a metro-sexual. he doesn't take more time in front of the mirror before a night out and he let's me to be the chick in the relationship. don't get me wrong, he does have a good sense of style and he takes care of himself on everyday basis, but it looks effortless and natural. the way-too-groomed-wanna-be-trendy-boys make me grinch.

so yeh, if you see him, could you pls pass the message that i'm looking for him?

tp - avatar

everyone else already has so i guess i must too - avatar creator [via]

good shit

sorry bunnies, i fear i've been a bad and lazy girl when it comes to my dear blog.

i've actually had half a life lately. which is kinda scary. really scary. i've been very social with ppl within the past few weeks. can you believe that?

i met an ex of mine over a cup of coffee again the other day. if i'm totally honest, i don't really feel that close to him and it's a bit difficult to find topics to relate on, but then again we never did really connect. he's a good guy tho and i am hoping we'd be friends again one day without the weird remain of a tension between us. but that's tricky.

i also met mr. pinstripe over a cup of coffee the other night. first time for months and months. the poor guy's utterly fucked, but i think he's getting better. the fuckwit still has hope. it was already looking like he'd kill himself with work in record time. but he's still v. good value and even tho he had cut his hair very short "against my advice" as he said himself and he was a total wreck due to the lack of sleep and too much work, he was looking shit hot. as always. must be the pinstripe. once he's able to get a good night's sleep between all that work bs he might even be able to follow a conversation. heh. funny shit. "...er... did i just say that out loud or was i just thinking about saying that...?"

and last night i met a group of my uni friends that i haven't seen for ages. i felt v. sober while they were just utterly fucked. like this is to a point that one of them was wearing kid's underpants on his head. the whole night. heh. good ole jonathan. they're definitely good value.

and the rest of the time i've been just laying on the backyard sofa with my cup of green tea and enjoyed a non-stop jukebox of good live music. "i'm not a bloody jukebox!" "suresure, sunshine, of course you're not. now do that radiohead song again..."

a good day

today was a good day. i went for a coffee with a dear friend that i haven't seen for ages. it was really good to catch up even tho the poor thing was a total wreck. but i think he's getting better. i think there's some hope he'll snap out of it after all. good on him.

after getting home i ended up joining my dear flatties for some quality pointing and laughing while they got their arse kicked in pool. matt spent half of the night trying to get this guy called 'killer' to kick his arse and to our amazement he failed. i wonder what that was all abt. must be the height.

oh, and i love my ipod. love it.

love outside andromeda
- if you really want so little from me
"i’m upset, are you flattered?
i can take it on the chin and let it go about as easily as you can swallow the concept one day you’re going to die alone."

good morning bunnies

this shit made me choke on my morning coffee: [via]

• first of all, if you think your life sucks, think again.
  
  
• best add for ages: "polo. small but tough."
  
  
• and the ever important lesson: advanced finnish swearing. (for some extra vocabulary: swearsaurus- how to swear, insult, cuss and curse in finnish and here's some help with the pronounciation bit. plus an extra lesson to master the pronunciation of the few most common finnish swear words)
  

but it's so perty...

today i'm a very, VERY bad girl.

but isn't she perty? she's my new 'minime' and she holds upto 40gb of music in her. i didn't get anything for my birthday or christmas and i've been working a lot lately. i felt like i needed to pamper myself with something. just something small. nothing big. (hey, i never said anything abt the price...)

besides, i walk home from work every night. the walk takes abt 60mins and my old (128mb) mp3 player is starting to die on me. i needed my new minime. i really did. honest.

cooking with tp

i have to say, that one of the things that i love most abt this country is the daily morning coffees/brekkys/lunches outside in the sun all year around. i can't think of a better way to start a day. hang on... ok, i can, but that too is better when followed by a coffee in the sun.

here's my latest uber-delicious recipe:

• eye watering omelette
  1/2 tomato
  1/2 onion
  few mushrooms
  1 egg
  1 can of tuna
  2-3 big fresh chili peppers
  heaps of fresh garlic

if your eyes are watering while frying and your nose is running while eating, there's enough chili and garlic.

guaranteed to keep the flu (and the opposite sex) away.

a bloody saint i tell you

the other day i was such a good girl that i went and bought myself weights.

two perty lil 4kg dumbbells. they were a bargain too. i was looking for a pair earlier but they were always around $20-25/each. this time we went to k-mart and there was only one pair left and no one could find the right price for them so the manager said that i could have them for $10. score!

now i've made a lil daily workout program that'll get me thin and gorgeous in no time. (oh shush, let a girl dream, will ya?)

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yesterday i caught up with my ex over a cup of coffee. we haven't really been in contact since we broke up almost a year ago, but it was actually nice seeing him again. he wasn't as bitter and pissed off as i feared so it's all good.

he still does the tall, dark and handsome thing pretty fucken well. good on him.

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i got recommended a new album and i really like it. love outside andromeda - love outside andromeda lp. try it out bunnies, it's good shit.

who's turn is it to roll the dice?

how many new chances does a person deserve? or in other words, how many fuck-ups can a person afford to do before they have to pay for it?

does everyone deserve the same amount of "get out of jail free" cards or do some people get more than others? if so, why and who? if a friend gets x cards, does the number of cards increase or decrease when the relationship turns into something more intimate?

when does forgiving turn into stupidity?

i see you baby, shakin' that ass...

great night out! that's all i can say bunnies.

yesterday i was leaving work when everyone was rushing into the bloody bacardi fest. all i could think of was to get as far away as i can from all of them, but i wanted to go out REALLY badly.

i called danny-boy who of course was up for a night out and since i'm such a demanding bitch i gave him 20 mins to drag his arse to town hall.

the good ole sushi and caffeine combo provided a perfect kick start for the night and we even bumped into lynnie and dave at the starbucks. a couple of drinkies at coronation pub to get us into the bitching mood ("what on earth was she thinking?" "now THAT'S a nice ass!" "ooh, i wanna sink my nails into those!") and then it was time for the main course: some serious arse wiggling at gas and it was just what i needed. quality perv, excellent tunes and enough room on the dance floor to bust some quality moves.

to finish up we fetched some oporto goodness on our way home.

fan-tas-tic.

the difference between friends and friends

i've been disappointed with ppl so often lately that i'm starting to wonder if i set too high expectations to people. i mean, all i'm asking is for them to be open, straight forward and honest to me as i am to them. to put in as much effort into the friendship as i do and have some common sense on what's cool and what's not. it's not that much to ask, is it? fucked if i know.

but some of the shit that i've experienced is just way out of line. some examples?

• one of my "most trusted" male friends fabricates a not-so-flattering portrait of me as the next monica lewinsky to boost his male ego - thanks, really appreciate that.
• a "great friend" ditches me alone on my friggen b-day cause he can't be fucked to sit 20 mins in the train - thanks, you really made my day.
• my most recent ex adds me to the recipients list of his group catch-up email that just happends to be all about how he ended up together with his new gf and what they have been upto lately - thanks, i really was dying to hear all the details.
• one of the few people that i (did?) consider worth while couldn't even be arsed to answer the bday party invitation or happy new year message that i sent - thanks hun.
  

tho at this point it's good keep in mind that for every dickhead there is an angel too.

some of the people i have met during the past couple of years in here are wonderful and i don't know what i'd do without them. couple of my old flatmates and the people i've met through them, my new flatmates, some of the friends i have from the first year, few uni mates and of course all my old friends back home are just absolutely priceless.

some of these ppl stayed behind when i left finland, some of them are here around me and some of them have moved back home after staying down under for a while. which ever the case, i do hope that i will be able to stay in contact with them, cause the more fuckwits you meet the more you realise how important the truly good people are.