Confessions of a Shopaholics-Addiction or Consumerism?

I've watched the latest Jerry Bruckheimer's movie with Rasheed after lunch yesterday-Confessions of a Shopaholics.Anyway it's about a woman(Isla Fisher-which is currently Borat the Kazakhstan Sacha Baron Cohen wife) who addicts to shop,and from her addiction,she got a job,as a fashion critic of a magazine.Pull stop,I don't want to spoil the story.

Well,shopaholics is a problem.I was a shopaholics too.I guess my brought-ups in Milan spoils me.Teatro Alla Scala,Galleria Vittorio,near Piazza del Duomo,it's a shopping haven.Gucci,Prada,Louis Vuitton,Dolce Gabbana,you name it,it's near my doorstep.During when I was in Malaysia,Bukit Bintang is my roaming center.Edge to edge,floor to floor,I already conquered it.Bags of new clothes,it's my way to kill my depression.And it's killing my wallet as well.

To be honest,I don't care about anything at all,and flash back when I 6-7 years back,I think I'm such a bimbo.I don't give a damn about global poverty although I know it,but looking at that time when I was in love with a socialistas who loves bundles second hand shop,I asked him I don't know how many times,"what is your satisfaction by buying clothes that people already wore?

Yes,his answer makes me yawned.At that time.I swear to God I don't give a damn about poor people.They are poor so what?Should I be as poor like them,oh please.That was my answer at that time.

Things a lot happen to me and makes me more wiser,I guess.Yes I admitted I was a smart dumb girl at that time,but I don't know,when I arrived in this boring steppe city of Calgary,where people wearing cowboys dress and jeans,and pretending to be cool,sometimes people here thinks that their dress-ups is so damn cool and want to showing off with me,hello,I'm brought up in Milan.My school dress are far far stylish then your casual dress,please!

But anyway,it's just clothes.You didn't look nice or bad,it's just your psychology.I don't know,people tell me Lady GaGa is stylish,I look her like a rubbish,in my eyes.I don't know,people says Katy Perry is stylish,but for me,I don't like her striking colors fashion.

Somehow I felt a simple shirt and pair of jeans with Converse shoes will be great.A transformation to be rock chic,right?Hik hik!

If you had a girlfriend like me,please,advice her.Or she'll waste your money away.

Don't let your credit card wasted you!

Movie Review:Slumdog Millionaire.

"This is the movie for people who love to think."

Adam Frank,columnist for movie critic.

OK,this is the only movie so far I didn't watch from cinema.Instead I'm downloaded it at BitTorrent (thanks for helping me Christina!),and if you don't like to think,and to see pretty face and handsome hunk,I suggest,don't ever watch this movie.

Based on Mumbai squatters society,living in the most dense city in the world,with 18 million souls in the small,cramped island of Salsette(Mumbai is part of Salsette archipelago),it's about survival living in slums in megacity,like Mumbai.

These slums,or 'setinggan' if in Malay,is as big as Kuala Lumpur itself.Where they're became a victim of urbanization and metropolism,who inspired to be rich and famous in the city,ending up become a humiliation,living on the streets and starving.

After watching this movie,right now I admit,I became more socialist.I want those people who ripped off other people opportunity to be responsible for these massive poverty.

By the way I love the motive of this story.Your life is based on A,B,C,D objective answer.It's shows that your life is on examination that students always nervous for,something that if we marked the wrong answer,we will leaving,empty handed.

Story of Jamal Malik and Latika is another story of love between race,class and religion.Why people loving each other because of race?Or class?Or religion?Why divide if we can love each other?

Somehow if destiny on your path,it will be written.Fortune always hiding,but you have to find it.Somewhere or somehow,when you'll find it out,you'll be happy.And meantime,there's millions of people in the dark,in the slums of Bombay or Manila,or Kuala Lumpur,waiting for fortune to find them.

Slumdog Millionaire also bringing child slave in naked truth.Street childrens been used by street gangsters to be rich.Children been bullied,been forced to suffer,and adults using their superiority to bully them.

Somehow,this story is not about to be rich in a gameshow,but the naked truth about our hideous poverty in our society.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button From My Point of View.

I watched this movie last week,but suddenly I felt want to share my experience,especially from my point of view after I watched this movie.

Well,I don't mind about Brad Pitt was born to be old.But I don't know,this story seems for me it's weird.I never have in my mind,born old,die young.It's something confusal in my head to understand this movie.

Anyway,this story is about how people want to escape their life from the frame of time.We born as babies,grow up as children,and teenager,grow as adult,and then grow older and finally dies.But somehow we humans always trying to escape ourselves from this timeframe.

We always want to look young although we actually old.Look at Ronald Reagan,to be honest he died in young,although he was 93 years old.He always look young,he always active in gym,work out when he was a POTUS,and he always attempt he is younger than everyone although he is around 70 years old during his presidency.

Well,I don't know.When I was a kid,around 5 years old,I always want to grow up.I want to wear high heels,and always watching my mum walking.I like the way she walk,graceful and I want to be as graceful as her.Of course my adorable sister will also follow my steps,and it's funny when both of us unintendedly broke my mum's pair of high heels!

But as I growing up,I want to be when I was young.Where is my world is just me and Elly.Where I don't have to pressure with my studies,lovey-dovey problems and everything.Where everything was fun and everyone's adores you.

What I get from this movie is we humans always try to escape from timeframe.Like Ronald Reagan or Naomi Campbell,they don't realized how old they was until the day they die.

Meanwhile,growing old doesn't mean bad.Wrinkles and eye bags will coming.Even bigger.I can't bend my backbone like some gymnasts did,not when I was 5.I think I can do anything I want.

Not anymore.Of course you can't running naked around the house,just like when you was 5!

But to be honest,I wish I was Benjamin Button.