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Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004



They say that we all lose 21 grams at the exact moment of our death... Everyone.
The weight of a stack of nickels.
The weight of a chocolate bar.
The weight of a hummingbird.


If that's true, then I would have to die a million times before I reach 130lbs, which according to a certain health chart is my supposed my ideal weight.

It's a non-linear art film, each scene is a piece of a puzzle. Not confusing like "A Tale of Two Sisters," not as dizzying as "Irreversible". A little slow at the start, but once you got the rhytmn, you'll be compelled to like it.

All those art films make me woozy. I think it's because my brain is incapable of handling two complicated thoughts at the same time. Ugh, my simple brain!

***


Which is why I'm on a rebound.

Enjoyed watching "Something's Gotta Give" with my officemates. The story lines were hilarious, but that's not really the reason why I think I'll remember the movie for a long, long time.

It's because of Keanu Reeves. He's one of the supporting cast. Delicioso! Goodness, I was salivating over the poor guy the minute he got onscreen.

Don't think that, oh no, here she goes again, falling for every fine specimen that she meets (at least on the silver screen).

I didn't like like the guy when he was in the Matrix series. Ever. I swear. Not even for "Sweet November". But in this movie, there was something compelling about him. A sort of animal magneticism that draws you to love him, and care for him, and protect him from every imaginable pain.

He looked like he smells wonderful. He's the guy that you'd want to melt with your stares. The type of guy where you'd want to run your fingers through his hair. You know, that sort where you're almost sure that you'll get intoxicated by a mere brush of his lips.

The whole time I was electrified by his charisma, I was begging for forgiveness from Jerry. Forgiveness for thinking that he will never be as good as Keanu in terms of acting. And that I'll probably run away with Keanu if he ever looked at me the way he looked at Diane Keaton.