so the little sister and i watched 'in the mood for love' last night. wong kar wai is master of bittersweet nuances, the unspeakable moments and ideas and the intangibles that are both painfully intimate and overwhelmingly massive in its contemplation, that every human being can come to feel the same feelings and all that kind of thing. haunting and ok i have to go to hong kong to steal some of the essence of the film; it's all in my head but that's ok.