Bridget Jones

I just finished watching Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. It was the second film of the sequel Bridget Jones. As I've watched the first one, I didn't dig much deep enough to know and go through the characters but as soon as I finally had the chance to finish the second one, I find the characters really, very, fully interesting.

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First stop: Daniel Cleaver (played by Hugh Grant)
Of course, Hugh Grant. What else can we say? With the sexy British accent and very endearing tone, I don't think anyone would be able to resist this boss. However, I don't think those women who look for true, long-lasting and serious love fit for Cleaver. Cleaver is not the man who would be contented sleeping with one lady. Yes, he is just after s*x. To be honest, I don't understand those just-after-sex people and since I don't thoroughly understand them, I'm not going to talk about it.

Secondly, Bridget Jones (played by Renéé Zellweger)
The main character, the socially awkward, the Bridget Jones. Bridget Jones is quite an awkward being, an unsettled woman who thinks and overthinks about almost everything in life. Whenever the film shows that she is heartbroken or feeling down, she just does nothing but get fat and be as broke as she could be. Sometimes, a little positive but most of the time NOT. I personally think that I've been through this but I'm looking forward to being positive all the time. Spending time with yourself, just feeling depressed can sometimes cause you to be smarter that what you usually were.
Bridget is a shy type, and almost filled with slip-up in the movie. But it makes her up - the awkwardness, the overthinking and the mistakes made her a little more intelligent than what she was.

Thirdly and the point of this post: Mark Darcy (played by Colin Firth)
Colin Firth - I just realised that he is cute. Mark Darcy - I just realised that he is an ideal man, my ideal man. Nothing beats a man in a suit with a degree and an awesome, heart-melting smile (for me). He's just perfect, ya know? I think if I'm gonna have a man in my life, I would choose the one who's alike him - of course, the suit and the smile. Mark Darcy is a patient and loving boyfriend. There was this scene in the movie where he was saying "I love you" to Bridget almost in front of a group of teenagers yelling "lame" at him. To be honest, I'll also feel a bit unsettling in that position like what Mark felt. But whatever! What the heck? He just took the risk and even shouted "I love you" just to talk to Bridget. This Mark Darcy is truly irreproachable. I hope this type of man exists.

Changes: Bring it on, 2013!

It’s the New Year (Like 7 days ago but still…) I’m not going to talk about my resolution or whatever you may call it (I don’t usually follow them anyway). Instead, I am going enumerate the (hopefully) changes that I am planning to do this 2013!

First on the list and the most that I prioritise is.. I’m not going to let anything or anyone ‘cause me mental distress again (University stuff is exempted). But also, I won’t stress myself even more even though the point when I’m fully breaking down comes.

Physical Changes!

Changing the colour of my hair, I think I’ve announced this one to everybody. Other teenagers are like, I’m gonna bleach my hair today ‘cause I feel like it and I am like: this tremendous event needs a 3-month preparation!

Changing style, maybe? Old old me, can’t make it to the trend. I’ll try to mix and match, be myself with what I wear and make it possible to have awesome attire EVERYDAY.

Nails! Update them as soon as one gets broken.

Be more healthy, of course. Being fit and fab is something that everyone wants!

Update this blog more, of course. And finally, keep awesome people and things coming.

12-12-12

(Just assume that I posted this on the 12th of December 2012)
I wrote this on 12-12-12. It was on my desktop and I forgot to put this up here. Bunch of random thoughts.

12.12.12

I just thought, I have to do something different this day (Not put a status or tweet about it though!) Maybe, blog? As all living humans know, this day would be the last that we’d see repetitive dates. I’m glad I’m still alive, I’m glad I witnessed 1.1.1 , 2.2.2 , so on until 12.12.12. (Whilst writing this, I still have no idea what this blog post should be about.)

When I woke up from an afternoon nap, Mum gave me a letter. It’s so fanceeeey. It’s from QUT, what do I expect? It’s from their Engineering department and I was really amazed by it! And now I’m starting about Engineering. Goodness! When am I going to decide?!!!!

Last week was the first birthday of my laptop and 3^rd year of my phone. I would like to thank them for always being there in times of loneliness, pain, anger, etc.

I like this guy. His name starts with R. I shall elaborate this on my next next next post! (But from the day that I wrote this, my feeling slowly became upset).

Coolio, are you?

You’re cool. What does this phrase really mean to me? Mean to us? Personally, I think being ‘cool’ is something extraordinary. Extraordinary in my eye, of course! Maybe helping someone in a good way or figuring out something in a not so easy way. Yep, they’re cool. I just don’t understand why other people think they are one when they actually hurt or step on other’s foot. Let me share you a story. I’m not sure if it’s lame but that event was the one that provoked me to think about this.

The other day, we (me and the fam without dad) went to the Plaza to grocery shop and buy some awesome stuff. My sister bought the Harry Potter collection and I bought some chocolate. Yaay! After buying those, my sister bought the ingredients she needs for her Home Economics practical assessment. I decided to stay outside the grocery shop because I was asked to look after the other things we bought. I sat there alone. Bored. So I stood up! Oh, an ice cream shop 7 steps from where I was sitting. I bought cookies and cream, a happy kid indeed! When I came back to where I was sitting, a family (mother, daughter, son [I’m assuming they are siblings]) came to have a seat. The girl was about 7 years old and the boy was probably 10. He looked condescending so it made me think that he’s the elder one. Before leaving to go inside the grocery shop, the mother told the two to not shout and don’t ever fight. She left. Both of them were holding a plastic bag. The boy took out a pair of ballet flats; the girl reacted and shouted, “Hey! They’re mine! The boy didn’t do anything. Actually he did! He moved closer to where his sister was sitting. I think it was on her arm? He hit her. And using those pair of ballet flats, he hit her in the head. The girl just kept on shouting on him. He said, “Give me my shirt!” (since the girl was holding a plastic bag with his shirt) She gave it in exchange for her shoes. He held the shirt in his hands but didn’t give the shoes. He went back to his seat holding the flats. She kept on screaming. The boy dropped the shoes on the floor and told his sister. “Look! I don’t have it!” Scream. Scream. Scream from her. He picked up the shoes and using that, he just continually hit her. After every hit, I can sense, he’s trying to look at me so proud as if saying, “Hey, look at me. I’m suuuuuuuuh cool hitting her.” Everytime he tries to appear in my eyes, I deflect my view. NO. YOU ARE NOT COOL. What makes you think that you are some BADASS being so awesome violating your sister’s right to just be silent on the side? Seeing that, I started to question the mother – how did you raise these children? I probably asked the wrong question. How did the society, the people around them define what’s to be proud or not? Disrespectful much? PLEASE. NO.

I’m lucky (like what I always say). Even though I have a brother who’s nearly like that, he’s still a good man. Even though I have this huge gap between me and my parents, I know that I was raised really well and taught how to act privately and publicly. I know I’m that “Hey, I’m cool” person but not in a way that that boy has shown. And even though I know that I am a little bit annoying (I feel it myself!) I know, somehow, I’m cool in my own way.

I love my cool friends – they always there for me, I know that even I annoy them, I still find myself being in that position where I am advised by them and majority of them are God-fearing people. I love my cool sister. She does the same – being with me through ups and downs, taking a photo with our seedy/wacky/whatever face and letting me know that I’m loved.

Thinking History - University Dilemma

I wish I was good at everything. That's absolutely impossible, not just for me but for everyone else (but some people just excel on everything, I don't get that but there's a few). I wish I was like that so I could major to whatever I want. Yes. University dilemmas - why? :(

I think this blog post will contain pretty much what I've decided to do and my thinking history about everything in University. I have been accepted to my 2nd choice university. Yaaaap, SECOND. :( Then I'm gonna wait and see how my application to the university I've been dreaming of go.

I chose the double degree as my first preference. I'm pretty happy with it, however, WHAT TO MAJOR? Even though I wish to be a journalist, I don't think I have the capacity and patience to write, write and write. I'm bad at that. You can ask my English teacher, I am always in that 'just passed' mark. Why? Oh, why? I can take Mass Communication but the thing is, it's fixed mixed with Journalism. Knowing that, I took the alternative. Not actually an alternative but it appears to be one. FILM. Hey, it's still Media! Howevssss, I still think that I'm going to gain more success in Journ and MassComm. because it's such a diverse course.

If I don't get in to my first choice, then just take whatever that's already there - Nursing/Behavioural Science. Then maybe, explore for quite a bit? If I don't like it, why not move? It can't hurt and besides, why won't I risk one or two years if I know that this journey is what I'm going to do for the rest of my life?
I need to pray.

Coming Back

I forgot to be active. Something is wrong with me! This blog is my primary blog and this where I am supposed to be more active than any of my other blogs. I'm upset of myself, isn't that crazy?

What's been happening to me? Oh well, nothing much. I'm now on my second week to the last of my high school. Isn't that great yet sad? That's life - transitions and changes, I couldn't get rid of them, however, I'm glad they're constantly occurring. :) I'm doing my last assignment, yes I so bloody am! And I'm not gaining any progress. Hahahaha! Of course, I'm gonna leave it at the end and then pull all nighters - that's the way. Counting days to go, it's the graduation! 2 days after, it's the FORMAL! Yaaay! I'm even more excited for the formal, how's that? I should be active. I'm gonna be serious and then post photographs with the happenings in my life.

Bye!

Starting to Think

I'm starting to think about different stuff that let's say, suits me.
Here are the two that I'm kinda engaged into at the moment.

I'm starting to think about putting some summer-y jewel-ish coloured nail polish.

This colour is my favourite. ♡

I'm also starting to think that braids fit me.

A simple plat my friend did.

The "Katniss Everdeen Braid." Love this braid. I wish though my hair has a different colour for this braid to be visibly seen.

And this braid which I did myself *proud one here!* is the fish braid. Likewise, I wish my hair has a different shade.

I have a verrrr long hair and this is the only time that I made something out of it. Since it's the holidays, I started to try something new -- I google most of the time some cute hairstyle, simple buns, even the hard ones. I just hope things can work for me. SUMMER! =)))