amy irving is pretty as ever.
but i cannot believe alias is so absolutely -crazy-. what is this, three times?! THREE times. if you've watched season 1 and 2 of alias, you'd know what i mean. so thankfully this isn't a spoiler for shoojee.

i realise my blog is pretty bad for the alias unspoiled.
i wish they'd have promo pictures of irinaaaa. i cannot WAIT.

i've had a fun and extremely unproductive weekend. yesterday: rehearsal, home, lunch, uni talks (and i think i should stop going for those, they're very stress-inducing) and then home, nap, preen, wedding dinner.

wedding dinner was fun, david and annabelle very sweet and annabelle's white dress very pretty, annabelle herself looking even prettier. haha i still have the big dog she gave daph, which i am supposedly caretaking and which i hope daph will never take back.

only gripe with whole event: the whole chinese concept of vegetarian food is quite laughable. i realise that sounds terribly ungrateful because i was invited and got a special meal and all, and to be honest it atleast tasted good, compared to the awfulness that was the alma mater dinner at mandarin. but mock meat is such a silly idea, IMO. because it's not like vegetarians wish they could eat real meat and would like mock meat because it's an alternative because of some rule that says they can't eat animals. and the fake prawns were terribly amusing, because they didn't resemble prawns in the least. they were like furry lumps of whatever they use to make mock meat. but it tasted good, and the noodles were good and the asparagus was good :) i think noodles are my favourite part of chinese cuisine.

HAHA. how timely, am listening to Cells by The Servant (the song on the Sin City trailer), and the lyrics just went something like "we eat chinese off our knees."

i definitely cannot marry a chinese boy. (crosses chinese off imaginary list of possible cultures to marry into, haha.) because i'd hate my own wedding dinner food. or half of my wedding dinners, since i'd insist on an indian one as well. haha omg i can imagine all my indian relatives gawking at the chopsticks and mock meat. most of them don't even eat mushroom. my own mother doesn't like mushrooms. but then the very thought of me not marrying an indian in the first place would probably put her halfway to the hospital. scary, really.

today i woke relatively early, lazed around, and then the family other than me left for lunch at some bridge party which they have every two weeks or so, and which i'm thankfully spared from because i've been for it a couple of times and predictably been bored stiff. so they were out just long enough for me to watch two Friends eps, notting hill, and then nap for a little more than an hour. Friends: i watched the Vartan one, which he's horribly unnatural in. his acting's gotten much better with alias, and he's gotten even hotter. notting hill, which i didn't like very much the first time i watched it, but on second watching hugh grant is hot despite the relative frumpiness, and it's a very sweet film, if a little typically romcommish. it's more british than most romcoms, though, which is nice. that the only two stars are hugh and julia and the rest are so typically british and nonsensical. nap: i bolted out of bed as soon as the doorbell rang and sat at my desk and looked like i'd been studying all afternoon.

my mother would tell me that there is no point in fooling her, because i am simply fooling myself. she is right. but after a horrible week, it's sort of nice to just let go no matter how much depends on -not- letting go. strangely, despite the lack of teachers this week it's been pretty exhausting.

oh you know when i took a nap in the afternoon i dreamt that i had the season 1 dvd box set of Lost. and in the dream i was wondering how come, considering the Lost season hasn't even ended yet in the US. strange, no?