Was at J8 with FAM FAM BO MAM to catch The Game Plan yesterday (I'll get back on that LATER) and while waiting for 930 to come, this poster caught my eye.
James Blunt absolutely looooooooves himself, doncha fink? He has 2308579435349... pictures of himself to represent a huger mosaic picture of himself. WOOOOWEE, and I thought posing with a Polaroid was narcissist enough.
Or at least I thought that those pictures would be pictures of friends or pictures that depicts a deeper meaning to it but NOOOOO, he thinks that he is awweeeesomely cool and he, himself is one that needs deep understanding because James Blunt, this word, is philosophically hard to understand.
I only liked him because there was Mischa Barton in one of his song video. Otherwise, I'd mistaken him as an ang moh ti ko, should he visit Singapore.
James Blunt darling, do something about that unkempt facial forest growing around EVERRRYWHERE will you?
The Game Plan : **/ *****
While I was impressed with the actors in the show, there was just something missing in it. Like there was no ending to what happened to the pretty ballet teacher OR what happened to the publicist who really needed a break from being so mean to kids (I'd have disagreed in other cases since most kids ARE mean but the little girl was a real cutie) OR the laaaaame Fanny Burgers OR Karen.
AND AND AND, HOW ON EARTH DID A SILKY GREEN THONG THAT JOE WAS SUPPOSED TO WEAR EVOLVED INTO A TIGHT GREEN LEOTARD WITH GREEN SUSPENDERS EVOLVE INTO A GREEN SUIT WITH FAKE-ASS LEAVES PLASTERED ALL AROUND HIM AS HE PRANCED AROUND DOING BALLET???!
Too many... 'no endings' to a lot of 'beginnings' to start off with.
Other than that, the movie was just OKAY. A big fat OKAY, not an OKAY on a happy note nor an OKAY with a sad note. Just normal OKAY.
I hope you get what I mean. :S
Everyone's pretty dead, judging from their blogs. Which IS a good thing. We ought to loosen up our lives since RP can get you very jaded and awfully bored. LONG LIVE HOLIDAYS! (:
OH OH OH! AAAAAND, I finally got my copy of Breakfast At Tiffany's. OMAGAWD. THAT IS LOOOOOOVE. Audrey Hepburn. So classy and pretty; can never be like her. Not that I wanna change any part of me. I mean I can't imagine me scoldin and retorting someone with grace and charm with a twinkle in my eye.
When I'm angry, I probably don't remember what happens after I simmered down. I can't imagine having to curtsey when I dance. The last time I did a curtsey was when I was still a small little girl, on stage with adults looking at me.
Although my burping habits have gone down a notch, I still can't resist letting out a burp whenever I feel something bubbling out. SO WHAAAAT? Cameron Diaz has burping contests too! I'd rather be someone that gets happiness out of letting burps than stifling that burp which is gurgling inside you. It shows that you can get happiness out of the most simplest thing in the world.
Can't imagine Miss Audrey burping out loud. Or Edie Sedgwick. Well, okay, I can actually forsee Edie Sedgwick burping since she's quite an individual. Still...
WOOO-HOO! It's only 12 in the afternoon! It's sooo good to wake up early, put on some Disney songs (bought it yesterday because it's so nostalgic, having to listen to them when we were still quite young, thinking that wicked witches existed), dance around, read the papers, read a book and eat an hour of breakfast, only to find out that it's not even the afternoon YET.
AHHHHHHHH...
Off to relac one corner!
Don't mess around with me.
