My right eye that is:(

I woke up, with a wet (gross i know) right eye, went to see a doc, and he told me i’ve a viral infection. He said I probably got it from someone else (you inconsiderate a**! haha) who rubbed his eye and touched something, which unfortunately, i touched soon after.

Puh!

I need a massage, a spa session, whatever. Think the stress is getting to me cos’ I have a pimple, a sore eye, untidy hair and I still feel bloated.

Needs. A. Break.

On another note, I caught This Is It last night. It felt like watching a two-hour MJ concert, and I would say, go watch it just to relive his glory. There isn’t anything good or bad about this film- it is like watching snippets of MJ’s performances put together with love, and if you, like me, enjoy groovy music and cool dance moves, you’ll like it.

His voice is still good, his moves are intact (although visibly less energetic compared to when he was young, but at 50, those joints and limbs are still impressive) and he looks the most normal I’ve seen in  a long, long time.

One conclusion: MJ’s still the King of Pop, cos’ even after wrecking our brains for over an hour, we can’t find someone, western and eastern pop world combined, who can match his talent. Lots of people can sing, and can sing with raw emotion, but few can sing and yet stay unique with yelps and strong, high-pitched yet whispy end-notes. Many can dance, but few have dance moves which are almost inimitable (compare MJ with his back-up dancers and you will know what I mean. And to sing well, dance well, have a very unapologetically weird style (think Lady Gaga) and be able to write both moving and catchy tunes? MJ’s the only one- Timberlake, Beyonce and even my dear Jay etc etc don’t even come close.

I’ve never been a really big fan though I love his hits (i was exposed to his music, thanks to a moon-walking cousin haha) and I was disgusted by all the rumours, all his strange behaviour in the latter part of his life, but watching him in action, I’ve got to admit it- He’s just a born entertainer, and a genius one at that.  His moves, his songs, his film-like MTVs (especially for Thriller)- all these were way ahead of his time. It amazes me that watching him sing and move actually feels current, and not dated. It’s a pity how his life turned out, but he’s really one of the greats.

Chuck: What the hell is wrong with you?

Serena: Right now, first, I need a drink. (Pauses) She called me a prostitute.

C: Yeah, why do you think she did that?

S: I’m not sleeping with Patrick. You, of all people, know what a prostitute does.

C: The reason Blair attacked you is because she misses you. Don’t tell me after 18 years, you can’t read Waldorf’s subtexts.

S:  I shouldn’t have to. If that’s what she is feeling, then she should tell me. It’s time for her to grow up.

C: Ah. This coming from someone who just pushed her best friend into a cake.  Look, you think your friendship is going to take care of itself, you are not kids anymore, you can’t say you hate each other and then make up one hour later on the steps.

S: You tell her that.

C: I’m telling you. And you should be careful cos one day you are gonna find yourself telling people about Blair Waldorf, the girl who used to be your best friend.

This exchange is the highlight of Gossip Girl Season 3, Ep 8. That sorta razor sharp, impactful dialogue is exactly why I love the series and, of course why I love Chuck- oh how he knows and defends Blair! ~ hahaa..

Today was not-so-good- work was stressful, and I feel ugly (one of those days when you have a bad hair and bad everything else combined). Dinner at Etna was the only highlight, and now that I’m back home, listening to the pitter-patter of rain (oh how i hate the weather!), I need some Chuck to keep me sane-)

I’ve been spending a lot of time in the airport (it’s got to do with work). It’s tiring having to go from T1 to T2 to T3 and then back to T2 on a daily basis but one good thing that came out of this making-huge-strides-on-waxed-floors business is that I got to read plenty of my favourite magazines (which also unfortunately spells plenty of dollar notes wasted haha -_-).

One thing I’ve realised is that Elle Macpherson, the Aussie supermodel once dubbed The Body, has aged really well. She’s still lovely!

Comparing her younger body (left) and her current body, I can only say everything is intact and even better=) Not too skinny, but slim, healthy, tanned and toned. Hot!

What I really admire is how natural she looks. Nothing against botox or the likes here, but you can see from these recent shots that she is aging, wrinkles and all. Her arms (sorry I can’t fit the enlarged version here), probably because of too much sun, has pretty, well, bad skin, but her bod’s good, she glows, she’s stylish, her hair looks great, she’s confident and sexy. You have to give it to her:)

is a mega tearjerker.

Sharp intakes of breath, occasional sobs and the sound of tissue paper packages being torn apart were audible, like, 15 minutes into the film, and persisted throughout the two hours.

I teared too, and by the scene in which the protagonist was flipping through her scrapbook of memories, tears were gushing out.

My Sister’s Keeper is adapted from Jodi Picoult’s book of the same title, and fans of Picoult (which thankfully I am not cos’ it is way, way too depressing) will know how good she is at making people cry. The premise has all the ingredients of a huge sob fest. Leukemia-stricken 14-year-old girl, her doomed relationship with a fellow patient, a little girl’s struggles for “medical emancipation” – she was born with the sole purpose of donating organs to her sick sister and she now wants out of it, a dyslexic boy neglected in the grand scheme of things, a husband-wife relationship strained under the wife’s maniacal campaign to keep her daughter alive, even the lawyer in the film suffers from fits.

Watching the film, besides the obvious effect of saddening me, made me feel blessed and scared at the same time. Blessed, in that the loved ones around me are healthy, scared because the thought of losing them is just, I don’t want to think about it

The cast is excellent- everyone, and by that I mean every single person, Cameron Diaz and child actors included – did an awesome job.  That alone was the only factor which allowed My Sister’s Keeper to rise beyond any other maudlin melodrama. And that’s a real pity because tear-inducing tactics aside, the film actually presents very interesting medical dilemmas- the issues that could have made this film a real winner, but which were unfortunately not explored at all.

Started the day with a hearty breakfast at Riders Cafe. Food was satisfactory (it wasn’t fantastic, but it was tasty enough) and definitely reasonably-priced, but what really, really rocked was the atmosphere. All that greenery, some white ponies, the wind in your hair – I forgot all about time and work:) The crowd comprised mostly tai-tais, businessmen, random people who were on leave, but just get a balcony seat, take in the view and you won’t care who’s sitting around you=) Car is almost a must to get there though.

Watched Jennifer’s Body. Am too lazy to give a full review but in a nutshell, give it a miss unless you are a fan, and by fan, i mean HUGE fan, because the show is silly. The plot has potential, and there are times when the dialogue shows glimpses of the wit scriptwriter Diablo Cody displayed in Juno. Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried are both hot and kudos to them for rising above the meaningless plot and script. Fox was suitably scary/gorgeous and Seyfried was a pleasure to watch. Loved the guy who played Seyfried’s sweetheart too. Adam Brody made some sort of a cameo and I’ve always loved him=)(http://aserendipitiouslife.wordpress.com/2009/05/17/seth-and-summer/)  Too bad the show is quite dumb- it’s not scary, it’s not funny, it’s not witty, i really don’t know what’s the point.

Bowling next, haven’t bowled in a while but it was fun getting into a ‘competition’ (albeit one taking place largely in my imagination haha) with the peeps next to us. We were behind at first, but we caught up and won in the third round!

Day ended with Goodfellas at Timbre:) Today was good- they sang Nobody, Always Be My Baby, Grace Kelly and Pump It, among lots of my other favourite songs. I just got back, and all I can think about  is a) how wonderful it is to be on leave on a weekday b) how glad I am that tomorrow today  is Friday:) On a vastly separate note, I’ve gotten quite nuts over Mac’s Monopoly game. I know it’s childish, but I think it’s cute. *so going to eat value meals next week hehe

=)) I want nobody, nobody but you~

For privacy purposes, the password shall return.

And since I am paranoid once more, I reckoned I should change my password. New password: two words, name of my secondary school spelt in full.

someone gave up his seat to me while I was onboard a bus.

Me: (walked gracefully, squeezed my way through the  crowd. Stood in front of a typical two-seater occupied by two lucky passengers) *consoled myself with this: Ok, just one stop to the MRT, not too bad=)

One of the said lucky passengers, a tanned man who looked about 35 or thereabouts, in smart-casual attire: stared at me with a weird look, stood up abruptly and then the shocker: Here, you take the seat.

Me: (looked around) Me?

Never in my life has anyone offered me a seat on a bus. It is either a) I look old b) I look preggers c) I look feeble or d) I’ve finally met a chivalrous man after one year of suffering on public transport (Ok, i exaggerate haha. But you know how much I hate the morning/evening peak periods lahz).

a) is unlikely given the many times I’ve been told that I look barely out of my 20s, b) is something I sure hope I don’t appear to be  c) is out since I had blusher, and because I want to be hopeful that there is, gasp, chivalry on crowded buses and also because I want to think positive, I will go with d). :p

I rejected the offer because I was really getting off the bus. But hey, thanks for the sweet gesture:)

for

1) that to be out quickly

2) those to come in quickly and smoothly

Don’t know what I am talking about? It doesn’t matter really, just three things i want pretty badly. I am EXHAUSTED after a two-hour session of essay and compre. Boy.

I only realised how precious long weekends are after entering the working world. Sigh.

Fri

Was on leave because i had to go back  to join the celebrations. The last schooling day for my kiddos, and barely a month to the As. Felt tired, but I just couldn’t say no, not to them going: “Come la, it is our last day, just for a while!” I didn’t regret it one bit, it was great seeing them and chatting until it was time for their various lessons. Promised to be there for their results next year, and that made me feel strangely nostalgic. Come next Mar, my only link to my former career would be more or less severed. But I guess that’s life, we move on and I’m looking forward=)

Spent the night at ICB with the anglican gals, boozing and feasting on delicious pizza, chicken wings and fries. The place is alright, full of yuppies- Singaporean and otherwise -and it had a buzzing vibe. In what I think is a sign of old age,maturity, my only gripe was the noise level. Still, the company was worth it. We four go back a long way, to the days when we were supposedly “the belles” in class, to the difficult times when I moved to the special stream, to different pathways- three of us to NTU but in three drastically different disciplines, and another out to work. But we are all good now:) M’s a swinging single and headhunter, Y’s happily married and busy at work, J’s still steadily in love and in a job she finally likes and we are all still close. Not an easy feat meeting monthly ok!

One more thing- i hit the gym in the morning, which is r.a.r.e. haha.

Sat

Peaceful and cosy. Spent the entire day giving tuition. I have three kids now, back-to-back, and it can be exhausting. Dinner was chicken wings (i lurve wings lahz), boring but always good fish-and-chips and wine at Charlie’s Corner. With the exception of being a little disturbed by cats lurking a distance away, i like the whole very casual laidback feel of the place. Had a copy of The Orphan at home, so we watched it and I was completely perved out. The film was surprisingly good, largely because of the fantastic child actors.

Sun

D10 with the jc mates for brunch. Didn’t really like the place- too far out, the food was mediocre and it was warm big-time. The seven of us decided on some mountain-climbing early next year and if it materialises, it will be my second trek (the first being mt ophir which was ahem, an experience). After 10 years of playing on home territory, it’s time to head out! Went to ECP for a 45-min run and then dinner at Sunset. Tropicana chicken, wine, yumz. Don’t think I will train up sufficiently for my second marathon though, have been missing sessions due to work, but I’ll make do.

I’ll spent whatever is left of the night on Gossip Girls. Season 3, ep 1=)

Caught the romance flick over the weekend, and I guess I like it enough.

The premise of the show is simple- boy meets girl, the two fall in love and then break up. The girl, Summer (hence the title) doesn’t believe in love and wants to be a free agent, and well, have some fun. The guy, on the other hand, is a sweet lad who believes he can only be happy if he meets the One. Disaster combo, if you ask me.

What I liked about the film:

1) Joseph Gordon Lewitt. Man, the little dude from 3rd Rock from the Sun is all grown-up and he’s really handsome. Rather small in frame, but I like his puppy dog eyes and his very crinkly smile=) His character – a writer for the uninspired stuff you find on greeting cards- can be a pain. He wants to be an architect but is stuck penning silly verses, he collapses when jilted, he isn’t exactly what you call confident and let’s just say if another actor was to play Tom, Tom would have been blawdy irritating. I don’t even understand why he would take all that nonsense from Summer. Surely, he must know she just treats him as a plaything? But cos’ Lewitt plays Tom with the right amount of heart and vulnerability, you just find yourself rooting for him.

2) The split screens, the cute animation, and the pseudo-musical parts where Tom broke into song-and-dance. How cute!

3) Zooey Deschanel’s Summer. Deschanel is one of those girls who are just so sweet. She has a very nice pair of eyes- all wide-eyed innocence- but beyond that, there is nothing really outstanding, she’s just a typical pale brunette. But she shines, period, even though her character was quite selfish and spoilt.

What I didn’t like: I can’t identify with the film. If the movie depicts the true fickle and cruel nature of modern love, then i rather not have that at all, thank you very much. Critics are gushing about how the film is spot-on in its character portrayals, but I beg to differ.  Charming and easily enjoyed definitely (thanks to the good pace and witty dialogue) but genuinely moving? Nah unless your idea of depth is witnessing a flirt of a woman toying with an innocent loser of a chap.

On a totally unrelated thread, I am still half-sick. And Queen B alarmed all of us on Monday. Man, if she is really going ahead with her plans, I will be…cannot do anything also lahz…but I didn’t know I had signed up for a sales job.