We watched Slum Dog Millionaire last night. Which I've watched before, but no one else had, so in the spirit of family I went also. Man, I love that show so much. But poor the rest of the family who had to spend the better part of the car ride home listening to me analyising the SWAT codes and the genre and budget and time constraints and stereotypes and representations etc. etc. of the film. Media production and analysis has ruined my life. I can no longer enjoy a show without trying to analyse how the producers intended the film to be read and countering that with negotiated and alternative readings of the "text" and then going on to consider the form and constraints of that form...

My sister and I want to memorise the dance at the end. It will blow your minds, world.

Yesterday I was also super depressed the whole day because it was the opening day of Watchmen, which I'm can't watch. My life is unfulfilled without that show. I still sometimes think about Underworld: Rise of the Lycans and weep a little tear.

BUT BUT BUT, last night my mother passed me this letter from Tattler that offered us tickets to the Gala Opening Night and cocktail reception to The Bridge Project's The Winter Tale. The one with... ready ready. ETHAN HAWKE. Okay, we have to pay a bit, BUT TO MEET ETHAN. And since no one in this household seems to really want to go, Lianne and I are gonna go and try to market ourselves to Ethan (which basically involves much swooning and basically flinging ourselves at him) in the hopes that he'll marry either of us. It's fool-proof man, our plan. Very sophisticated and well thought out.

Although of course we all know he's going to choose me lah.