What now?
The end of exams are so overrated. It's ironic how during the exams you find a hundred and one pressing things other than study to do, and when you're finally free, you wander about restlessly wondering what to do, even considering switching on your laptop to try break your high score in beginner minesweeper which is only a high score because it was the only score.
*pities pathetic state of self*
Truly, for the whole of Thursday, after a fantastic lunch at Gwen's (assam laksa and pulut hitam! Oh...flavours of home!!), brudder and I were caught in exactly that dreary, tiresome limbo.
In the end, I attempted to console myself with the lights of my miserable, piteous existence - Hugh Grant, Colin Firth and Brad Pitt. Can you believe that Zellweger woman?! *murderously* That overweight pout. As if two hot, hot guys weren't enough in the first movie, she gets a girl now on top of all that. Is she THAT desirable? I think not!
So there I was, breaking my heart over Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. *dissolves into big romantic-comedy-puddle* ...I can't decide which one I like better. They're both meltingly good-looking, British-accented, suave, charming, sweet and smouldering. If anyone wants to make me a very happy person on Dec 18, may I suggest giving me a whole collection of movies they've been in, life-size posters and a compilation of the best pictures/photos of them.
See? I'm being realistic. I didn't ask for them in person.
Sadly, there was too little of them and too much of that woman. After the movie, I began looking for stuff to do again, and decided to plunge into Season 8 of Friends (observe how desperate I'm getting at this point). Why season 8? C'mon, all together now - Brad Pitt. Though admittedly, he should stay out of sitcoms and in the movies where he belongs.
It was only 10-ish when I finished some episodes of Friends. I was almost at my wits end already, and if brudder wasn't there to be bored to bits with me, I would have just slithered down my chair, sat under the desk, stare cross-eyed into space and wibble.
I need professional help.
*pities pathetic state of self*
Truly, for the whole of Thursday, after a fantastic lunch at Gwen's (assam laksa and pulut hitam! Oh...flavours of home!!), brudder and I were caught in exactly that dreary, tiresome limbo.
In the end, I attempted to console myself with the lights of my miserable, piteous existence - Hugh Grant, Colin Firth and Brad Pitt. Can you believe that Zellweger woman?! *murderously* That overweight pout. As if two hot, hot guys weren't enough in the first movie, she gets a girl now on top of all that. Is she THAT desirable? I think not!
So there I was, breaking my heart over Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. *dissolves into big romantic-comedy-puddle* ...I can't decide which one I like better. They're both meltingly good-looking, British-accented, suave, charming, sweet and smouldering. If anyone wants to make me a very happy person on Dec 18, may I suggest giving me a whole collection of movies they've been in, life-size posters and a compilation of the best pictures/photos of them.
See? I'm being realistic. I didn't ask for them in person.
Sadly, there was too little of them and too much of that woman. After the movie, I began looking for stuff to do again, and decided to plunge into Season 8 of Friends (observe how desperate I'm getting at this point). Why season 8? C'mon, all together now - Brad Pitt. Though admittedly, he should stay out of sitcoms and in the movies where he belongs.
It was only 10-ish when I finished some episodes of Friends. I was almost at my wits end already, and if brudder wasn't there to be bored to bits with me, I would have just slithered down my chair, sat under the desk, stare cross-eyed into space and wibble.
I need professional help.
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