Made of Honour

I watched 'made of honour' today.

It's a really really really niceeeeeeee movie. =P
Good storyline- a modern day fairytale, good-looking actors, and plenty of humour thrown in. In fact the guy sitting behind me was guffawing every half a minute. VERY LOUDLY. I was too shy to turn and stare. Not that he would have taken any notice anyway.

"made of honour' is much nicer than 'definitely, maybe'. I found 'definitely, maybe' to be slightly boring and draggy at times. But not with 'made of honour', it keeps you smiling and laughing all the way through.

The main attraction of the movie was of course, Patrick Dempsey, a.k.a McDreamy in Grey's.
He's cute, he's adorable and oh so boyish looking. And he has eyes that make you fall straight into. Eyes that smile when he smiles. =P
Patrick Dempsey wasn't so dreamy in the movie though. Maybe it was because there weren't many emotional scenes.

But yes, this is a must-watch alright.

Wait, I just remembered something from the movie. Glow-in-the-dark thunderbeads. What is it actually? Someone pandai told me it was actually a dildo. It looks like... well, just a string of glow-in-the-dark beads. If anyone knows please tell me.

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I'm back in bukit jalil. Back to school again it is.
The other day during my wait for my results, I thought what would I do if I failed my exams and had to quit the course. My mind went blank. I know I wouldn't. But then I just wondered how would my life turn out differently should I not become a pharmacist. After Form 5 the future loomed full of possibilities and choices which I had to make. Immediately. I was to decide the path of my life. It was a time of uncertainties, of doubts, of fear, of hope. Things changed once the scholarship came along. Suddenly my path was set; A-levels, Mpharm and then become a pharmacist. In a blink of an eye, my life would have past me by just like that. Sometimes I wonder how things would be like if not for this. I like to look at drivers in oncoming cars when I'm behind the wheel. I wonder where they are going and who they are and what they do. What they like, if they are happy or if they are sad, if their house is tidy or strewn with things everywhere. I wonder how it would feel like to be the man with the pot-belly. Would I be happy? Would my favourite food be Ying-Yong or laksa? I wouldn't wipe my mouth after eating because it wouldn't bother me if my lips were greasy. Or I would imagine being the lady in tudung and baju kurung. I'm driving home from work. Would my husband be cross or good-natured? How is my house like? How many children do I have?

But I am me. A student in her second-year of uni; short hair, looks quiet, slightly shy, slightly gawky. Bad-tempered at times, doesn't like to wake up in the mornings and is reluctant to sleep at night. Her favourite food is wah-tua-guan lemak laksa and fried oysters with eggs. She automatically senses that all mattresses she has slept on since leaving home are not as confortable as the one at home. She likes to pester people for leg massages. She is lost a lot of times. She is me and she's wondering how to end this post.