I really, really like Macs:) I know it’s junk, but it makes me feel happy and ironically healthy. That’s how successful their marketing gimmicks are!! Darn! I love reading descriptions of how wholesome and fresh their food items are. It’s bullsh**, but visualising all that text still makes me salivate haha.
From its website: ” Freshly scrambled eggs set aside a sizzling sausage, perfectly crisp hashbrowns and mouth-watering muffins? What more can anyone ask for?”
Indeed, what else? See what I mean? This is my dream job, writing for food advertisments. Some do it so well, they make dietary information read like a Shakespeare poem. Mac’s writers are, by my standards, doing a passable job. Which means I can do it too! haha!
Am on afternoon shift this week (which happens once every 1.5 months or so) and it’s gonna be a long day until 11pm. Big Breakfast, and episodes of Friends (I can watch it a million times and still laugh and tear) to kickstart the day. Sheer bliss. =))
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!
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.
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.
