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A movie-full holiday and new semester

It was rushing a criminal essay during the last week of my three-week semester “break” and cutting the number of words from 2870 down to the maximum of 1800 the night before deadline (actually went down to 1798 woot).

And it’s movies and anime to welcome the pile of work to get started on. In order of movies watched:

  1. Flushed Away: very, very cute adven­tures of mice.
  2. The Comebacks: fucking gay and wrong in every single way possible. The 1 point is for being so bad that I could better con­cen­trate on my work rather than watching it.
  3. Rata­touille: abso­lutely godly! Cute genius definitely.
  4. In the name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale: some mock-Lord of the Rings-ish thing.
  5. Devil Wears Prada: watched it for the second time. I love the pretty dresses.
  6. One Piece: only watched four episodes so far. It’s good, but I still like Bleach better.
  7. Enchanted: creative, beautiful, happy, simply great, great, great!

I’ve never watched so many movies in such little time. In addition, I also watched four movies in the cinema during the short break:

  1. 21: I liked it for the smart students but it was much too kiddish cheating, highly unreal­istic for Las Vegas casinos.
  2. The Incred­ible Hulk: other than the admirable digitally-created green giant itself, the plot and ending is by far worse than the previous Hulk movie.
  3. Kung-Fu Panda: so incred­ibly cute and funny, I like the strong links to actual Chinese history on martial arts. A must-watch!
  4. Hancock: very average. Funny etc. in the middle but ending wasn’t anywhere near good. I repeat: very average.

Now just waiting for the bumhole New Zealand cinemas to hurry their arses up to get “Wanted” and “Wall-E” out!


Changing my future within 24 hours

I know what everyone says… That it’s important to do what you love etc. How about if two things you love are in conflict with each other? Pri­or­it­ize, right? :(

I love Law and I love Inter­na­tional Economics/Business. So that com­bin­a­tion was what I was planning to do all along. However having done my first Inter­na­tional Business paper this past semester, I now realise the amount of workload involved together with Law far exceeds what I had in mind. My Inter­na­tional Economics/Business papers next year all require highly time-consuming research essays and case studies. I can write essays, but I take a con­sid­er­able amount of time. My over­arch­ing strength lies in math­em­at­ics and numbers. The Law component has enough research essays for me to do, and I want to put more time into Law instead of Commerce. So I don’t want my Commerce load crushing my Law grades. Aside from that, Finance seems to have a richer and broader future than Economics and Inter­na­tional Business because large firms tend to be more inter­ested in Accounting/Law, Finance/Law or Taxation/Law people. But Finance just sounds so much more boring than what I had planned before and I’m really scared of what I’m going to face in it.

I don’t know what’s with all these “big” sudden decisions I make right after a downfall in something. For example, “suddenly” deciding to skip my last year of high school right after breaking up in 2006 because there are supposed to be more and bigger fish in the sea. (Which turned out to be oh-so-wrong but it was a great decision anyway.)

And I think I sort of freaked my friend out by declaring to change my commerce major in the last minute. I start my next semester in a week and I’m having to change all my future papers. My originally-organised future plan is now a complete mess and I feel like I’m facing a new and uncertain three years ahead.

I really do believe Finance would give me a better future with more choices in the future. I just hope that I’ll grow to enjoy it so I won’t be stuck with something I find boring and fail all the way. I wouldn’t call this giving up something I love but perhaps a trade-off in the process of prac­tic­ally con­sid­er­ing future workload and career prospects.


Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus

Let us travel back 2564 years, and explore the ancient Roman mythology. Mars is the God of War, and Venus is the Goddess of Love, and… they were once lovers. A warrior is active and murderous, and a lover is pas­sion­ate. End the explor­a­tion, and look at astrology. Mars is the planet of willpower, energy, sexual drive and aggress­ive behaviour. While Venus is the planet of pleasure and the capacity for love, ability to appre­ci­ate beauty, social grace and friend­ships. Get it? Err…

So now, let’s sub­sti­tute Mars for men, add murderous to aggress­ive, subtract patience from that, and you get a main nature of men — achieve­ment! Look at the next equation: men tend to be task-oriented and self-reliant; add these two together, and you get a species that hate asking for dir­ec­tions or help. My dad would spend three hours wandering around in the winding streets of the city rather than asking one passing homo sapien the way to the Sky Tower. To men, asking for help is a weakness, a failure.

On the other hand, you take Venus’ passion and soci­ab­il­ity and multiple them together, the product is a common char­ac­ter­istic of women — rela­tion­ship; and again, that’s where they get their sense of self from! Us women are inter­de­pend­ent; we enjoy the con­nec­tion with other people. Asking for help is just like building a bridge between one and the other. Simple as that!

Let’s look at the next point then… Men are action-oriented, while women are verbal. Why? Well… You go look at science fiction stories and movies, the aliens involved are always the Martians. When do they ever mention Mer­curi­ans or Uranians? Yeah… And then you have a fierce, fiery fight. So there! Men are action-oriented. If you look at Venusians in that case… See they’re… Venusians… they start with the same letter as “verbal”! Anyways, so there we go, men are action-oriented, and women are verbal.

During the time when men’s testoster­ones mess up their senses, they head outside for sports, or stay inside and throw their tantrums at innocent objects in the room — they’re aggress­ive, they’re action-oriented. But when women are stressed, we get more involved with other people. Words are not just for conveying inform­a­tion oh no, but for exploring and dis­cov­er­ing one’s thoughts and feelings. Yes, we’re the wonderful, wonderful, romantic and pas­sion­ate sex. Love is like oxygen!

Men tend to be com­part­ment­al­ised, they separate different parts of their life from one another. Rela­tion­ship, for one, does not mix with sport. If you study astronomy, you’ll know that the planet Mars has very distinct hemi­spheres. Con­trast­ingly, women connect every part of their life with each other. Yes… We mix it up… It’s blurry… It’s misty… Just like the cloudy atmo­sphere of planet Venus!

That’s why you men can’t expect your girl­friend to be romantic when her computer broke down even though you can’t connect those two things together. Peter 1 Chapter 3 Verse 7 notes: “live with your wives in an under­stand­ing way, as with a weaker vessel, since she is a woman.” The point is the under­stand and cherish and love us! Because we’re women.

Yes, there are a lot of dif­fer­ences between men and women. For example, SEX. We all know… the excite­ment, the pleasure, the… Oh! But as a fellow modern medical Martian student says: “If emotional involve­ment is always required before sex, the human species would be extinct.” Martians do it for the action, and love doesn’t mix with physical pleasure.

A man would be abso­lutely dev­ast­ated to lose a damn job while a woman would jump off the Grafton Bridge for the failure of a close rela­tion­ship. A man needs to be respected, and a woman needs to be cherished. A man needs to be able to provide, and a woman needs to feel provided for. The opposite forces of Martians and Venusians attract, and that’s what brings equi­lib­rium. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus; and with the attrac­tion in between, we both end up on Earth. Mm, it starts with the same letter as equilibrium…

A badly written speech when I was 14, though performed to the greatness of epic classroom laughter, espe­cially in the pen­ul­tim­ate paragraph for awesome acting along with sexual inferences.