Monthly Archives: January 2011


OK, so I’ve always been kind of clueless when it comes to, well, interaction with other human beings, especially interaction of the romantic kind. For some reason (read: I am weird and I look kind of, well, not your usual standard of pretty), I get hit on very rarely. So, naturally, I don’t always know what to do or how to know that someone is actually interested in me. A most frustrating thing happened today – a perfect showcase of this deal.

I was going back to my place after spending a few days with parents.  I had to take the bus from my town to the city. And the bus driver was, like, the cutest bus driver ever. Seriously, people as cute simply don’t become bus drivers. He even dressed like no bus driver ever dresses (read: actually nice). He also seemed nice and funny (obviously new to the job). I didn’t pay too much attention to him all the way to the city. But then, as we finally reached the station and everyone was getting out of the bus, it seemed that he wanted to talk to me. I was totally unsure, ’cause it was like he suddenly lost his ability to speak, or was just embarrassed with all of the other passengers around or something, it was totally weird. But here’s the kicker. Normally I would’ve considered hanging back or something – to wait and see whether he was going to actually say something. BUT. I had been wanting to pee so terribly for like an hour, one of the most terrible hours (laugh if you want), so much, that I thought ‘screw it, I’m not waiting for you to work up your courage or something’. And I left.

I guess I could’ve said something, but I didn’t know what. I wasn’t even sure what this whole thing was about. I chickened out, but so did the cute driver. And I wanted to pee so badly. I guess this shows that Maslow was right and that indeed physiological needs have to be satisfied first, before we can even think about things like going on a date. Darn bodily functions.

However, the thing that annoys me most in this story is that I suppose I’ll never know what the cute driver was up to. And I hate not knowing things (all sorts of things), especially when I could find out. I wonder why stuff like this can’t ever be clear (Make a note: ‘always make unclear situations clear and don’t chicken out from now on’; will have to see how that goes). And I hate that he was so cute and seemed so nice. Darn!

Hoping that at least someone will be amused or entertained by this story (because I couldn’t think whom I wanted to call and share this with),



Vampires And Ladies Only (Not Really)

Alone at home, feeling pretty sucky and tired, I decided to watch a movie tonight. (I’ve been studying pretty much non-stop since this year started. At least it all keeps paying off in grades so far, so I’m not complaining.)

I watched a movie yesterday night too. I didn’t make the best choice then though: feeling rather edgy and jumpy and probably more in need of a feel-good flick, but having been meaning to watch it for some time, I picked Let The Right One In. I mean, it’s probably one of the best films I’ve ever seen, perfectly summing up everything I love about Scandinavian cinema (simplicity, subtlety, hidden drama…), but I feel like I would’ve enjoyed it more if I had been in the right mood for it. Oh, well, I loved it all the same. The way it deals with the whole vampire lore thing is in general so much subtler and creepier than one usually sees in film. However, there maybe two things that I thought were a little out of order with the rest: the mad attacking cats and the going up in flames (I don’t want to spoil too much details for anyone who minds, but if you’ve seen it, I think, you should remember those two bits). But the thing I loved most is this friendship (or perhaps something more) developing during cold Swedish winter between a boy and a girl. Everything is cold – snow all around, the flat where the girl and her guardian move in is all whitish light blue, even the two kids start out acting cold to each other. And of course, the girl is always cold, but she has forgotten how to feel it. And I love that they manage to discover some feeling, even though it’s not without some creepy and slightly disgusting aspects, but I’ve noticed that’s just another thing that happens in Scandinavian films – pushing boundaries is what makes it more interesting, to me at least. Oh, and one last thing about this film – I don’t understand how it did it, but being creepy and scary and even making me close my eyes once, it still left me with a sort of warm fuzzy feeling in the end. That’s great film-making for you, I guess.

So, having learnt my lesson yesterday, tonight I picked something different – Some Like It Hot. And I need to confess something here: up until last year I had seen hardly any films made prior the 90s. I decided that I should expand my film horizons and was actually pretty surprised to find that I love stuff like 8 1/2, Singing In The Rain or Sabrina – I mean, was I thinking that people didn’t have funny jokes before I was born or something? I guess I wasn’t thinking at all. It just feel a bit strange, that’s all. I don’t know how to explain it. Anyway, I was trying to make a point here – before putting on Some Like It Hot tonight I was rather wondering whether I’d find it funny or just stupid – as I had found before with a couple of other old films that I watched when I was just starting my self-education thing – now I’m thinking that perhaps they were rather the exception than the rule. In any case, Some Like It Hot turned out to be just perfect! Two hours of laughter and even some sort of deep message in the end… I think! – I can’t quite grasp it now on account of it being 1 AM, but I’ll get back to you on that (if I don’t forget). For now – quite possibly right now my favourite last movie lines ever:

-…I’m a man!

-Nobody’s perfect.

Feeling pretty perfect in that way at least,