In short? WORST MOVIE I'VE EVER SEEN.

There was this "fight scene". Gratuitous. Two asian girls in a catfight set to the cheesiest music imaginable. I was so embarassed for anyone involved in that scene that I had trouble sitting through the whole fight. Acting was terrible througout the movie. Script was embarassingly bad. And Luciano Saber needs to crawl into a hole and never come out again. I actually watched some of the "behind-the-scenes" stuff on the dvd and it looked like he was supercocky. It also seemed like he couldn't remember the lead actress's name when asked about her.

Ugh. Don't ever watch this film. Seriously.

i think that's going to end up being the highlight of my morning.

...there was this chunky little old dude (well, maybe 65ish or so) walking up and down the sidewalk in Old Town Pasadena (close to Lush) saying "LOOKATMYSHIRT...hehe...LOOKATMYSHIRT".

The shirt said something along the lines of

Or perhaps it was "FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK". I forget. Anyway, I wanted to take a picture but I didn't want him to take any notice of me so I didn't/was not able to.

edit: thanks to dannoballs who gave me a link to the photo of the actual shirt (it's a facebook link...check the comments for the url)

yar i'm at work but at least parking is awesome!

oh and happy new year to those who celebrate new year's at around this time of year.

Sunday: No teachers' meeting!

Today: Happy V-day to you all maybe sort of but if not it's okay I'm single too!

Oh, couple next door had another big fight this morning, but this time at a more reasonable hour (8:00AM-ish)

i need to shower.

I pledge to remain sexually pure...until the day I give myself as a wedding gift to my husband. ... I know that God requires this of me... that he loves me, and that he will reward me for my faithfulness.

Daddy says...

[I] choose before God to cover my daughter as her authority and protection in the area of purity....I will be a man of integrity and accountability as I lead, guide and pray over my daughter and as the high priest in my home.

The above are the pledges made by fathers and daughters at "Purity Balls", fancy-schmancy father-daughter events at which daughters pledge to remain "pure" until marriage and fathers vow to protect their daughters' virginities at all costs.

Um, who here is weirded out? Disgusted?

Hear me out, now. I have no problem with people who make the decision to wait until marriage. I have no problems with people who choose not to wait until marriage. I don't even have a problem with people who choose sleep around, as long as they're responsible about it.

First off, how come there are no purity balls for boys? Why just the girls? Why is it the father's job to protect his daughter's virginity until she gets married until she's handed off to her husband at which point, presumably, her virginity is his to take? Call me a feminist but I'd like to think that a girl should be in control of her own virginity and it's the parents' (father and mother) job to maintain a good relationship with their children (daughters and sons) and educate them so that they will grow up to make responsible, informed decisions regarding their sex lives.

Another major issue I have with this whole purity ball deal is the fact that there are extremely young girls attending these shindigs. I mean, seven year olds pledging their virginity? What freaking seven year old is really cognizant of what's going on at this purity ball? What she knows is that she gets to wear a pretty dress and spend time with her father. If some girl is going to go through with this whole pledge thing, then fine. As long as she's mature and informed enough to be aware of what exactly she is doing. Which the seven year old probably isn't.

And, okay, is it just me but is it just plain creepy to attend an event involving your dad and your sex life? I'm all for the father-daughter bonding part of the event, but does it really have to involve the whole "purity" bit? I mean, come on!

Here's the first article I read on the event

she's roughly my height (well, and a whole lot thinner) and explores everything from difficulties in finding clothes to difficulties in getting comfortable in a standard office chair (i've resorted to using either my computer or my space heater as a footrest).

if only she updated more often!

You'd think I'd be pissed off, seeing that the fighting kept me drifting in and out (more out than in) of sleep for over two hours, I thought I'd be pissed too. The thin g is, I wasn't upset at all. I think it may be because I empathized with them. I have no idea what they were fighting about, but I do remember what it was like to fight and cry for hours. With the ex (I don't think any of his friends read my page anymore and I don't think he ever really did) I'd often cry so much that I couldn't even s leep afterward because of the headache it brought on and my eyes would be swollen for two days. We'd fight for up to six hours straight sometimes. We'd fight in the mid dle of campus in the middle of the day, me trying to talk to him and him not listening and pushing me away and me crying in frustration. In retrospect, the whole thing w as kind of embarassing as I'm sure we drew all kinds of attention, but at the time I was so upset I didn't even think about what we must have looked like. One time we were fighting in the parking lot and I was sitting on the curb crying. A woman who was walking by stopped and asked if I was okay. I told her I was so she kept on walking, but I don't think she believed me because she kept looking back at me.

Looking back, I can't believe I put up with all I did. At the time, though, I thought that's what a relationship was. I mean, every relationship is going to have its rough spots, fights, disagreements, but if someone is making you cry every day for weeks at a time, there's something wrong.

I was about to start writing more except I just realized that I've already written a lot and I also kind of forgot what my point was. I feel like I just did a brain dump all over my blog.

"...conducted a qualitative study over the course of one year, recruiting subjects from chat rooms such as Yahoo!’s and Microsoft’s Married but Flirting. In all, 76 men and 10 women participated.

Initial online flirtation doesn’t count as cheating, the subjects told Mileham. More than 80 percent felt it was just “talking with a computer.” But online dalliances have a tendency to escalate, Mileham found: 30 percent of those she spoke with—26 people—went on to a face-to-face meeting with someone they met online. And all but two ended up having an old-fashioned affair."

What do you think?