Was I born a cute, vindictive little bitch or did society make me that way?

I go back and forth on that.

Where do you eat lunch?

It isn’t new. And if I didn't buy the wrong DVD on a whim, I don't think I would've even bothered with it. But you should’ve.

Brick is a melancholy film noir of a different sort. The protagonist, Brendan Frye (played by Joseph Gordon Levitt) spits his old school badass detective speak convincingly. Emilie de Raven, as Laura, was her usual darling self. Nora Zehetner, a name I haven’t heard before (turns out she’s in Heroes, who knew?), is a delight. Effortlessly so. You’d adore her. And, Lukas Haas, as msyterious make believe Mafioso The Pin is deliciously tuned into his role. I could go on forever about the rest of the cast because they all deserved just as much credit, some even more, but I’ll shut up here.

Look, I don’t want to get into details (you’ll thank me later you guys) but Brick is a refreshing change from the usual teen flicks about social hierarchy in high school. I loved it. Smart, gritty, snarky at the right times, cheap but in a good way. And all round surprising. It deserved every award it got. Honestly, I believe it deserved a whole lot more. And I don’t know what else to say because its about time I shut my yapper and let you figure it out for yourself.

I guess, all I’m trying to say is, Brick’s worth your time.

(NOTE: Edited, because I'm anal like that)

You know you're obsessed with The Sartorialist when...

you're wearing opaque navy blue tights (most of you would refer to them as pantyhose but I call them tights) for the first time in three years because they're all that seems to come to mind when you think Autumn '06. Even though Autumn doesn't exist in Malaysia.

you drag all your nice jeans to the tailors to get them altered so they fit your height.

you can barely keep yourself from drooling when you flip open a local magazine to find that the current Ralph Lauren collection (you know- the one that wants to be Dior Homme) have arrived.

even though it's swealtering hot under the Malaysian sun, you're dying for the softest slim cut leather jacket.

skinny grey pants don't look that bad. In fact, where can I find a decent pair in this town?

all the heels you wear are round toed and super high, or ballet flats.

you carry a camera everytime you go to the city just in case you spot a Sartorialist worthy outfit.

you're not that afraid to experiment with style anymore.

Anyway, I'm blogging from the Bofi office. There isn't much for me to do yet and all my co-workers are busy with their own shiznit. I'm not sure if the company allows for my blogging fun but I really couldn't help myself - the computer is on my desk you see. You can't exactly keep an internet addict like me away from it for more than a couple of minutes.

Unless something interesting is on HBO. Let's hope there's something good on HBO tonight. Oh god, it's a Friday night and I'm going to be curled up in front of the telly watching HBO like an old biddy.