If I hadn't seen the movie, I'd spend a longer time to figure out a reason from outside to convince myself in things that I am doing and going to do.

This is exactly my own life, just without applause from others. Uh, yes, there is some recognition while I really need it built in myself. Julie had been lost in her trivias; she's almost thirty; she's cubed in an ordinary bureaucrat office; the only thing that matters is, she started feeling uncomfortable and she began to look for some way to find herself by executing some great person's recipes. She found joy, hope and, the one living in her own body that never turned up in front of friends, families, coworkers. So was Julia. I admire her impressive laughters, her casual-looks in kitchen, and her loving attitude. She tried to activate the woman in mind; she said in Paris, wives here don't do things, I'm not... If I had only one way to turn into a so-called "housewife", which indicates that this wife does not have her own life any longer, has to deal with family/relevant issues, listens to her husband or any pals currently professioned without a say, or tries hard to complete the only mission - beautifying your look (for people that in face don't care), I would rather go back to that little cell pretending a professional.

I can't exactly describe how a person's life should be, 'cause no standard for LIFE is acceptable. It always took years for one to review oneself, set up some goals, performing all plans before they turn out realities. Yes, huge possiblities are there to fail, in worldly values. Particularities on a successful and admirable job or life here in this country forced any move inward look silly and fruitless.

I could understand how Julie felt awkward at girl friends' lunch and how she questioned should we like our friends. Sooner or later, some person who once shared dress or food with you will vanished like air - which is a good result; but, unfortunately, those who think they love you is for your good will remain in your life till one day you cannot stand each other. That's my understanding of awkward girl friendship or family relationship.

Unlike Julie, Julia was a loving person though she had uncomparable size. She was indeed most girls' dream, charming and kind without girlish temper. Alright, a kind of girl like me. Only kind-hearted people are able to show their real passion and love for food and life. No reason that they would not become better human beings.

Most systems of success lack focus on the regular life. While people are bragging great accomplishments, I feel pathetic for their ungrounded feet.

I have so many defects as a very normal human being but I trust my way - never talk big, do small. Only when you start doing it, people see you. Even if some don't, you are the one save yourself.

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