Thanks to Sydney Film Festival's overly enthusiastic emailing system, I frequently get bombarded by opportunities for freebies and my running rule is, surely out of ten competitions, I would most likely get to win at least once. And that, ladies and gents, is how I got freebies to the world's first 3D dance film, Pina.

This documentary is really all about Pina Bausch, an icon in modern dance who passed away a year or so ago. The documentary presents an intimate look into how she inspired the multitude of dancers whom she worked with and what inspired Pina's work through the years, including the iconic "Cafe Mueller", which was featured heavily in Almodovar's wondermous "Talk to Her".

What I find really interesting about the film is that it shows snipets of Pina's works, theatrical dance masterpieces which marry strength and fragility in backdrops reflecting elemental features. Add the 3D aspects of the film, and it should have been enough in the film to sustain interest in Pina.

Yet somehow, the movie loses steam midway through, and by the time you get to hear the 7th dancer's take on Pina and her style of choreographing, you lose interest in the never-ending gushes for Pina's understated genius as a choreographer and a mentor. I think the movie needed a stronger angle in presenting such an interesting dancer and choreographer, and the way it was handled was just too simplistic and amateurish.

Admittedly, if I were a professional dancer, I may have found this movie gripping. But sadly, speaking as a regular Joe, it just didn't keep me engaged.

Pina: 2.5 slices.

...is that I would almost always be surrounded by guys who will have "the perfect body" - a constant reminder of what I can't achieve, no matter how hard I try.

*Shrug*

...to be sick. Watching Modern Family though, which is great.

The weird thing about insomnia is that it makes me feel like slitting my throat, but the more I think about it, the more I can't sleep. A vicious circle of craziness that feeds upon itself.

One of my former students chatted with me today - after more than 10 years of not seeing him! - and said thanks for giving him the book "Choose Your Own Adventure". To be honest, I don't remember giving him this book, but chances are - it was because I wanted him to like reading and I needed to offload some books.

Anyway, he begins his chat with "really wanted to thank you for that book. You didn't gave up on me." And all of a sudden, I felt this pang in my gut that said I did right somehow with this kid.

And he continued that with "Dont know if you knew that you did inspire me to do my best. Thanks again!"

And then my eyes started to well and then...

...my computer froze.

Bloody facebook.

So it's like this... I dunked my stupid Sony Ericsson C904 in soup (as in, it dove in with such Mitcham gracefulness that you'd think it deserved Speedos!) a few weeks ago, and after using my better half's SE (thank you!), I reverted back to my Nokia... which is definitey showing its age. It still does the job, mind you, but it's just not cutting it.

Now, the big question is: Should I iPhone it or not? It will cost me $160 to get out of my contract (not as bad as I thought, actually) and get a new iPhone...

but is it worth it?

... *dum*dum*DAAAAAAAAAAH!*

Until this morning.

... that the Mr Gay World contestant from the Philippines looks too much like me... except (a) I do not wear bahags, (b) he is 7,000 lbs lighter, and (c) he has UGLY HAIR.

(and I emphasise ugly because I need to feel good about myself)

...most of my money is in my checking account. so tough luck that you got what you did. still, i worked hard for that money. so fuck you very much for stealing it, and may your every crevice be infested with warts and smegma from now until when madonna becomes a living saint. i spit on you and every single ugly child you unfortunately sire.

I wish I could go back to New Zealand. I had the best vacation and the week (although bloody tiring) rocks!!!

And now I have a bar of Manuka Honey soap to remind me of the good times... :-S