(i initially typed encoded this post last friday, before i studied for my last exam - naughty! .. i was supposed to post this asap, but the phone lines in our area was unexplainably down 'til yesterday.)

geroff, robert pattinson! (i blame you for my traffic explosion! -- just see my referrals at sitemeter! ) there's a new golden boy in town, and that's brandon routh. (to Vic : hee, i regret to inform you that i *abhor* anything that has to do with mariah carey -- i think it started with "glitter" or her racecar mtv -- although i was an erstwhile fan. save topic for future post! ;p)

i (and i guess many others out there) saw brandon's first major appearance at the recent 63rd Golden Globes... if you weren't able to catch it, he (as the latest Superman) and teri hatcher (lois lane from the tv series with dean cain... i watched that!) were together as presentors... well, he looked fine. much better than the pic you're looking at right now. he appeared tall, had a small script (outstaged by teri... come on!) and was beautiful with the glasses. i believe the canadian newcomer was overwhelmed by everything, standing before all those big hollywood stars (i mean, he hasn't proved himself yet... "S" is to be his breakout movie), so he just flashed his toothy grin most of the time.

the first time i saw a pic of the latest clark kent (back in early 2005), i thought "yuck, too propped up!"... i adore tom welling (of "smallville") and i thought he was also going to do the movie version... but since brandon has revealed himself sans cape, tights and red bikini, he's actually bearable. good luck to him.

and it's great that "lost" and "desperate housewives" got their respective awards...
and i wanna watch "brokeback mountain", "good night & good luck" & "syriana" soon...

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life has been pretty unsatisfying lately. i've been in a ho-hum mood, nothing seems to excite me, and i am quite irritable. must it be i've LOST MY DRIVE? looks like i've been sucked out of my vigor and self-esteem.

I WANT TO WRITE AGAIN.

maybe it's the lack of brain stimulation that's making me so lackadaisical (my favorite word)... writing means not just blogging (although it's a great help), but the essays i got fired up on for years... and maybe a possible story.

i'm thinking of writing a novel! that's so crazy since i've never done that... i've attempted doing so when i was a child, but i never get them continued after page 3. but it's fiction anyway! let my imagination fly...

could i write a chick lit and be famous? i've noticed a lot of that lot on the bookstores, and while they aren't that thick in length, they're expensive. maybe the publication costs, the shipping and stuff, but still. they're hot and money-making.

or maybe i could write an expose. unless i fear of death threats and blacklisting. and i'm no "details" girl... i can't be a historian and dig up those archives for a pseudo-"da vinci code" offering that will never sell.

memoirs are absolutely out. my life is unworthy to be read by you.

i'm thinking of ideas.

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