Feed My Vanity

I’m going to start doing this on a regular basis:

When I was younger (which wasn’t too far from my age now okay?! okay?! hahaha), I avoided self-help books, text quotes, and the like. I still do, but now admit to picking up the odd novel or self-help book from time to time. I think it’s because when you hit your mid-twenties (see, I told you ‘younger’ version of me isn’t too far from my age! hahaha. defensive!), and you actually start feeling the slide to mortality, you realize a ripe old age of 90 or whatever isn’t enough to learn everything that one wants AND needs to know.

So the post-its which I will be posting are quotes and realizations of this aging 26-something writer/career girl. Some I have written myself, while others are quotes that caught my eye. I can’t find who came up with the quote above, but whoever that is, I’d like to tell her/him, how true, how true.

I can’t think of a category name BTW so will update you my imaginary friends and readers.

Okay. Pause. Before I get to sharing to you the premier. I hafta say I really want what Drew is wearing in this scene of Grey Gardens.

It’s lovely! It’s the type of dress that swings when you walk. And the hoodie is a nice touch!

Anyway, I did hear a few months ago that Drew Barrymore has been vying for a certain role. From what I’ve picked up, she’s aiming for the role of someone eccentric and related to the Kennedys, that’s it. But since I’m drawn to anything eccentric, I’m happy to announce that she DID get the role, and its for the part of Little Edie, titled Grey Gardens.

Here’s a preview:

In 1973, filmmakers Albert and David Maysles entered the strange world of “Big Edie” and “Little Edie” Bouvier Beale, two charming eccentric relatives of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, wife of John F. Kennedy, the 35^th President of the United States. Spending six weeks with the reclusive mother and daughter who chose to live in squalor and almost total isolation in a decaying, 28-room mansion in East Hampton, the Maysles captured their day-to-day life in its raw, uncensored, captivatingly honest moments for a documentary entitled “Grey Gardens.” Little did anyone know that the 100-minute documentary would catapult the two women from virtual obscurity to cult status as their legacy grew in depth and stature over the years.

Thirty-five years later, using the documentary as a framework, director-writer Michael Sucsy’s original story for GREY GARDENS offers a wry, behind-the scenes look at the Beales and their unique mother-daughter bond. Told over the span of four decades, the film focuses on their glamorous and well-heeled lives long before the making of the documentary and on the circumstances behind their riches-to-rags story.

Drew Barrymore won a Golden Globe^® award for her role as “Little Edie”, and Jessica Lange, an Emmy^®, for her portrayal of “Big Edie”. Malcolm Gets and Daniel Baldwin co-star, with Ken Howard and Jeanne Tripplehorn playing Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy. GREY GARDENS is directed by Michael Sucsy from a story by Michael Sucsy and teleplay by Michael Sucsy and Patricia Rozema. Lucy Barzun Donnelly, Rachael Horovitz and Michael Sucsy executive produce; David Coatsworth produces.

Drew Barrymore remains one of my all-time favorite actresses and I will surely watch out for this movie. 

Don’t miss the Asian premiere of GREY GARDENS, Saturday, September 25, 9pm on HBO. Log on to www.hboasia.com for more play times.

…in the world will you see something like this?

Picadilly

We spent most of our time just walking to and fro the tourist sights in London. Above is a view of Picadilly, one of the major roads of London that stretches from Hyde Park Corner and Picadilly Circus. Pretty pretty pretty. And if you’re in London, prettiness is common sight.

It’s probably very refreshing to be a guy and then have the girl do the asking out for once.

But not if then she  blows you off although you’ve never as much had a conversation with her for her to discover that sometimes you can eat like a pig.

Anyway, that’s exactly the dilemma of a guy friend. He was invited by the girl to go out, only for her to just suddenly leave with her friends JUST AS HE ARRIVED at the meeting place.

The following day he said to me out of nowhere that he knows how to be invisible to specific people in facebook chat. I couldn’t resist asking him who he was hiding from. And he told me what happened. Here’s our conversation:

ME: Don’t go offline on her in facebook chat. Just don’t.

HIM: Why?! I’m so pissed off with her, and I don’t want to chat with her just yet.

ME: You like this girl? Go online. Make sure you chat with somebody on facebook so there will be a  little green light next to your name indicating you’re talking to someone else.

(He goes online, girl then asks how he is and that she’s sorry she left)

Me: Tell her it’s okay, then leave it at that. Let’s go down for a smoke.

(after 15 minutes)

Me: Tell her you’re cool with what happened and she shouldn’t worry but it’s busy in the office.

Him: What?!

Me: Just do it! Don’t reply to any of her messages after that.

(after 7 hours)

Him: She texted and asked me what’s up! High five! But then what should I tell her?

Me: Tell her you’re okay, and ask her how she’s doing. She’ll probably say she’s okay also and indicate her schedule is free which is the bait for you to ask her out.

DON’T.

Him: Uh-huh, uh-huh, I think I understand now.

Me: Ask her out after a day or two.

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Oh well, men are such cavemen and we girls are too evolved, but the game is too irresistible. But the question is, why do we like it when people play hard to get? Is it a primeval gene that manifests only when we’re , well, typically being animals (scoping out a mate, puffing our chests, preening, etc.)?

Are women by nature, masochists? Or we’re used to enduring physical and mental pain instilled to us since puberty?

Think about it, we get our periods and it hurts like hell. After a while we learn to just get used to having it every month. Like an inconvenience we just need to deal with wearily. We take painkillers that at least even though something is dripping down there, at least we won’t feel it. Not to mention dragging ourselves to work although we feel fat and bloated because of the hormones.

Having one’s period is a mental and physical game. In effect it makes women stronger then turn into masochists who think that they can take anything, then ask why they age the way the do.

But then that’s just a theory.