change

This year’s British Film Festival is different from the previous years that I know of. The British Council invites high school students in organising the screening. I went to see one screening not because I want to see younger people but because I just love to go to a film festival where they play chosen movies and we are not paying in full (don’t hate me … money talks!). The one that I watched was School of Seduction. It is a little bit about changing. How a group of lovelorn women are changing by attending a seduction course taught by the sexy Italian girl. The central point is very compelling that seduction isn't about pleasing men, but pleasing yourself.
Santi, my dear accompanying friend had a lot of notes for this film. The trouble with having been staying in UK for over a year I guess. But she admitted that she was having a good time watching this motion picture in MPX Grande Blok M, although she had to run to get to her next meeting, somewhere in Kebon Sirih.
Since I am writing about changing, I just want to say that I was planning to throw a surprise birthday party for a friend. But as I speak to him just now, I realise that I don’t know him that well anymore. I think he has changed. Every person that I wanted to invite to this party and I thought was his good friend is actually not a very close friend of him according to him. And an almost total stranger to me turns out to be his dear friend. I guess I have to call it off since inviting almost a total stranger is not my cup of tea. And if I insist on inviting everyone that I thought was his good friend, is just like having my own dinner party. It won’t be fair to all sides.
It almost shocked me -about how he has changed- but than I comprehend that people do changed, because of the books they read and the people they meet. Along the way, I think he forgot to tell me whom he met and vice versa. I bet he can’t name three persons that very close to me right now (as if I even have one! :p).