Crash

It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

Those were the first lines in the movie Crash... such a great movie. Thing is, you watch it at different times, and you pick up different things.

So many parts in that movie you want to hold with you - like when the supposedly racist cop tells the other seemingly meek and mild former-partner cop who chose not to ride with him anymore cuz of his aggresive and overtly racist behaviour - "give yourself just a couple more years on the force... You think you know who you are. You have no idea."

Or when Jean, talking on the phone with one of her 'friends' - "I'm angry all the time... and I don't know why."

Ooof.

We're ridden with prejudices - if we know it or not, we still are.

So! Anyways! Hi! I'm wearing another snazzy tan-coloured jacket for the first time since I bought it (monntthhhs ago - heck, my mom and I bought it together, to tell you how long ago I bought it!) - and I feel so good in it. I mean, even just walking down the hallway I'm hearing Madonna's 'Vogue' - heck, I step into a room and all I hear is "strike a pose".



Sheesh. Isn't it funny that when you look good, you feel good? Or is it that you think you look good, so you feel good about yourself? Either way, it works :D And, today, it works well. *teehee*

Oh geez, M.... I have to admit to you that AT THIS VERY MOMENT I am breaking my diet contract... and I kinda don't feel guilty. Whoopsie daisy. And today is Curry-Q day... so more worser.




*Zue continues to get down and dirty with her bad self on this beloved tea plate - oh man, I love pastries*