nice nice nice ! ! !: )
its funny, touching and . . . nice !
haha.
and Lindsay is really talented la.
love her.
edit: Dee! u'll love this one. whats with racing and all right?
: )
watched it with adha yest.
with the 2 free tix i got from queueing up that last fri. haha. watched at Cine. and we were almost not allowed the free entry coz this very bad- mood, grumpy and sulky girl at the counter on that basement floor, said that we had to wait for another week's time.
like wat ther la.
coz it clearly said that we could watch it from 8th sept onwards.
anyways.
didnt bother abt her and went to eat first. heh.
afters, decided to check out with the counters at the 4th level and a more cheery girl, thank gawd, greeted us instead. and we were granted the free tix (!!) haha. i was like holding my breath waiting for her confirmation.
so confirmed la that that grumpy girl was just having a REALLY bad mood.
sheesh.
wat service.
tsktsk.
so we got the 3.10 movie. and with lots of time to spare, headed down to Far East and i got my dreamed pair of wacky specs ! !
yaayness
>.<
luckily and surprisingly, the folks, basically mom la, finds it acceptable. but dad thinks i look like Saloma.
but you can never take that guy for real.
i mean, this is the guy who thinks that im going out with some Azman guy (??!) when i dont even know, not even one, Azman ever.
like ohh kaay dad.
funnyness.
anyhoos, sidetrack back,
i had an enthu occupant next to me.
again.
this Caucasian girl who couldnt stop being yeah, enthu, about the different parts of the movie.
whether its the funny parts, the oh-no-look-out-Maggie! moments or the aww-scenes, she was constantly looking to her left at me for some, i dont know, rare 'bonding' times with a stranger who just happened to seat next to her.
but it was hilarious la.
she and the movie.
making it a very enjoyable viewing.
and it was quite a full- house.
yeah . . . sept holidays.
again another wonderful day spent with wonderful company.
: )
when i can get my own car, im gonna get a Herbie !
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my flat's undergoing this renovation or repainting of some sort. and my floor looks totally bomb- wrecked
since i live on the seventh floor where the corridor stretches on for it seems a mile, and almost every house seems intent on being the most decorated with potted plants and what nots, the scene of my floor is just ha- ha.
yeah. indescribable.
coz we got to move the plants or whatever else we have away from the walls so that the workers can paint the walls.
so the path is like now obstructed with protruding branches, badly- placed huge pots and tattered shoes, belonging to God knows who, but i presume the workers' la, and one of them shoes was found on our shoe rack.
like hello??
one morning i saw it there neatly placed in between my slippers.
i was like wth mann.
so i just took it away and plonked it next to dearest neighbour's shoe rack.
whoops.
these weird things are always happening.
once i found my sports shoes placed, neatly [ yeah, again ] beside the wall nearest to the stairs. like you know, so obviously strategically placed for that someone to easily take it when no one's watching, or when he's ready or for whatever other reasons he had. like maybe he had to find a toilet urgently or sth and would return for the shoes later.
i mean one would think he'd just take my shoes away with him if he wanted to right.
whats with placing it nicely there.
and of coz i took it back la and put it safely inside the house.
no more lying our shoes about on the shoe rack.
now whats left are just slippers with broken straps and old shoes which have collected so much dust you can write a word on them against the dust, y'know?
and now the shoe rack just serves as a platform for fighting cats.
yeah. fighting cats.
in the weeee hours of the morning when pple are usually tryin to catch that last few hours of beauty sleep.
they were growling [ ok, cats dont growl . . but you know la that sound they make when they're trying to intimidate each other, right? which never fails to give me goosebumps ]
so to cut the story short,
their fight ended with one loud CRASH, and im reminding you again, wee hours of the morning, which when investigated later was the sound of our shoe rack crashing down onto the floor, our shoes strewn in a wild display of [ unpretty ] art,
remnants of a proud battle.
sis says they do that to get the girl.
like impress her that he's the better fighter, the better intimidator, the One la basically.
like ok fine.
i can understand that.
but what i dont understand is why they must always choose to show off their vocal chords right under my bedroom window, where a, i presume, 5- inch- wide wall separates me and them.
you'd think they were trying to impress me.
heh.
the madness of supposed serene mornings.
on another note !
the deposit $$ for the uniforms had just been accounted into my acc. and the surveyor company called for us to come and get the payment.
~ la la la ~
i cant wait for Corpse Bride (!!)
haha.
there has been a grave misunderstanding
later `!
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