I might open a whole new blog called Baz of Australia (the film) is a fraud. Or maybe i will simply, day after day, break it down, especially for myself on here, that Baz Luhrmann is a fraud…a fake ….a man who’s been giving me sleepless nights and interrupt my long abstinance worries very so often lately……
am in singapore yet again. and am so not looking to going home for what awaits me is crazy loveless chaos……..am in singapore daydreaming of the koalas, salty water in my eyes, the pink skies and purple sunsets…….
I cannot cry. I am broken past the pot of tears. I am far gone to a place where I can’t find my heart, even when it thumps ridiculously out of pace. I am in a place where all souls float around mindless of themselves or anything else around them. A place that almost looks like Singapore.
I loved DownUnder….I will soon reconnect.
ps: Australia is possibly the worst pretend-artistic piece of work (advertisment.advertisment) of my time……..
I did flirt with it; found it extremely cheesy that i loved it…..then I saw real film from where it was ripped…..eeih Baz, seriously; with all that funding???????
anyway. i will have a real Baz is a fraud……..just not tonight. tonight i need to…i need to go and get lost within myself.;
I Will Sing you To me Mr. Boss