obi-la-di obi-la-da life goes on
on the bus yesterday there was a balding old man surrepstitiously sneaking durian out of a plastic bag and into his mouth. i walked past him and caught his eye just as he was licking the last bit off one seed, and he didn't look in the least bit sheepish or abashed. in fact, he looked rather defiant, like a child who'd polished off the box of expensive godiva chocolates purchased by his parents for one of their bosses - you can't do anything about it and even if you spank me i ate them up and that makes up for everything.
i'm lying when i say i feel old, which is pretty often. especially when i see the year ones, even though the boys are one year younger than me. i feel older, of course, but not old. really, i don't think i've felt younger and more insignificant in the grander scheme of things in my entire life. it's actually a pretty nice feeling once you get used to, and contented with the idea.
my favourite time of day isn't even lying in bed waiting for jon to ring me so we can end the day with a good jaw. it's the time after that, when i lie sleepily in bed unable to sleep, staring into the darkness and out of the window at the trees which look weirdly-shaped in the night, thinking about everything and nothing at all.
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i really liked the mummy 3. it was so cheesy that after a while it didn't come off as that cheesy after all and i just kept laughing and laughing - during, and even after the movie was over. as jon and i left the cinema i had a good time imitating michelle yeoh being all cheesily sorceress-y, as well as the skeletons brandishing their swords and shouting it's general ming!
i can't believe they got russell leong to play him.
always trust your instincts, and don't bother about hoity-toity movie reviewers who think they know it all. when you see the trailers and know it's going to be good fun because of trashy CGI scenes and a ridiculous but easy-to-grasp-don't-think-too-much-storyline you just know you've gotta watch it. well, i know i've gotta watch that kind of show anyway.
on the bus yesterday there was a balding old man surrepstitiously sneaking durian out of a plastic bag and into his mouth. i walked past him and caught his eye just as he was licking the last bit off one seed, and he didn't look in the least bit sheepish or abashed. in fact, he looked rather defiant, like a child who'd polished off the box of expensive godiva chocolates purchased by his parents for one of their bosses - you can't do anything about it and even if you spank me i ate them up and that makes up for everything.
i'm lying when i say i feel old, which is pretty often. especially when i see the year ones, even though the boys are one year younger than me. i feel older, of course, but not old. really, i don't think i've felt younger and more insignificant in the grander scheme of things in my entire life. it's actually a pretty nice feeling once you get used to, and contented with the idea.
my favourite time of day isn't even lying in bed waiting for jon to ring me so we can end the day with a good jaw. it's the time after that, when i lie sleepily in bed unable to sleep, staring into the darkness and out of the window at the trees which look weirdly-shaped in the night, thinking about everything and nothing at all.
***
i really liked the mummy 3. it was so cheesy that after a while it didn't come off as that cheesy after all and i just kept laughing and laughing - during, and even after the movie was over. as jon and i left the cinema i had a good time imitating michelle yeoh being all cheesily sorceress-y, as well as the skeletons brandishing their swords and shouting it's general ming!
i can't believe they got russell leong to play him.
always trust your instincts, and don't bother about hoity-toity movie reviewers who think they know it all. when you see the trailers and know it's going to be good fun because of trashy CGI scenes and a ridiculous but easy-to-grasp-don't-think-too-much-storyline you just know you've gotta watch it. well, i know i've gotta watch that kind of show anyway.
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