Woke up at 9 when I wanted to wake up at about 12 or 1. Guess my body has been routined to waking up at after sleeping for just 5 hours. No idea why but I actually put my cell to silent mode the day before. I was glad it paid off.
Settled my lunch at JEC before looking for some things to keep myself occupied. Glad to have my BF to keep me company as he agreeded to go for a movie, Hancock. Wasn't really keen on the show after hearing some negative feedbacks from my folks. Well, I think notorieties of boredom has been verified.
Not to mention the swim that I did before taking a cab down to town. The pool was packed but I still managed to do my frees and breasts... More to come in the days to come...
Seriously, I had a wonderful time watching Hancock. Despite the feedbacks I gathered, it's actually a brilliant show. Given the fact that it is just 93 mins, the movie has been well-filmed and the plot has been well-dictated.
Maybe it's just me but I have some thoughts of my own after the show.
I think it's important to feel accepted and appreciated even if it is just a simple complement like,"Good job" or rather "Thank You". I guess individuals leave their company of friends largely due to the fact they are not accepted or acknowledged. Embracing someone who is different is important even if he or she is different in ways that are off the norm. At least that's what I reckon. Don't ask me to elaborate further...
Anyway, one of the best scenes I love from the movie was when Ray Embrey and Mary Embrey were dining with Hancock. I love the point when Ray was describing how he met Mary in the supermarket. That moment was just heart-warming. It just showed how much an impact an individual can make in someone's life. Only one word, "Romantic". When is my turn coming?In summary, I loved the show. Still, I would rank Wanted above this though.
Read an article on The Sunday Time's "Sloppy Singapore". If you have the chance, do get a chance to read it. Haha... Anyway, the article is talking about the shorts-and-slippers combo that is very much prevalent in Singaporeans. To be honest, I was an advocate. I remember talking to Mich about it the day before on my sense of dressing - the usual sloppy shorts and T-shirt plus a cheapo slippers. Haha... I guess I value comfort over every other things. Maybe I should make a change from now on...
There and again, this shorts-and-slippers combo can in fact be a national identity. Trust me, I'm not trying to be sarcastic. Been wondering about our national identity recently and I can't help feeling that it has pretty much been eroded by the invasion or influx of... (my boyfriend shd know who I am refering to). So, this unique dressing culture may well be beneficial than detrimental. Just to quote from the papers," ... someday we'll see our reigning beauty don this 'national costume' at international pageants." It may just come true somewhere down the line!
Anyway, I'm going to die tomorrow. Kind of regret talking on the phone till now. *DEAD*
R.I.P
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