you'll never be worthy enough to become the catcher of my downfall.
iTunes is spinning: matchbookromance -"lovers and alibis".on this glorious tuesday, i've managed to yet again waste away most of the morning doing what i please. i've managed to ALMOST watch the entire episode of last thursday's O.C. however. i've yet to finish, as the last bit i am unable to download. i'm at the part where julie and jimmy are kissing at the SnO.C. and dear god before i know the ending please don't let lindsey be the secret of caleb. . . that will be trouble brewing in newport beach i tell ya. however, if anything happens ryan my dear. remember that i'm only a moment's flutter away my love.
i've also finished watching king arthur yet again. i love this movie. everytime i watch it again... i'm reminded of why. i just really like it. i think the knights compliment each other in character really well and my i love the fight scene on the ice. it's amazing. *zing. if only i could bow an arrow like that i'll be the sexy archer lady in town. and if anything, i'll land myself the sexy lancelot. damn if knights were that hot, i'll definitely be willing to transport back.
in furthermore of my entertainment watching antics, i'm now on disc five of freaks and geeks. i've got one third left of season one to watch. it's been a blast. and my new favourite word for poop is "turd". and i'm a bum patter. and was that steve urkel in the mathlete's for lincoln? or was that my eyes. and special guest appearances by jason schwartzman is always good.
tonight, the mee mee and i are going to get my eyes checked at the local mall and also pick up some ammenities for tomorrow's trip to the city that doesn't allow for gum chewing, singapore. i'm not sure how i'll be able to survive i'll need to stock up on candies. i hope to soak up the sunshine and return with a sun kissed tan. hope. i'll have to remember to pack my bikini and forgotten sunscreen in the trunk of my car.
allinall, in the meantime i'll be busy fighting off annoying-unwanted-stalkeresque-exboyfriends in hope that eventually they will catch my drift, that no means no. and that no means that no i really do not want to hang out with them because aside from all the enticing promises and allures of bounties and shinys... that no. i am not interested. and everytime the phone rings with a calling for me, i dread saying the friendly greeting of 'hello' because the voice in return isn't the one that i hope to hear. it's not the one that'll bring a smile to my face and a flutter in my tummy. and it's most certainly not the one that i want to go on a date with. so then in the meantime if anyone happens to call my house, more than once, many many times over and over again and all you hear is the busy signal... that means that... i'm 'busy' or that maybe just maybe someone forgetfully forgot to hang the phone on correctly....maybe. and dear god i hope this forementioned person doesn't somehow stumble upon this place of mine and read this horrible haterant i'm obliterating towards him at the moment. . ..
have a good day. and please don't come again.
it's easternstandardtime: 1223am/hong kong time: 123pm and in life and love, i hate being stood up for a date. real or not. aside from being a stupid million miles away, that's hard enough already. but having someone make themselves so unavailable to you... it's even harder to bear a smile and keep on walking through the day.
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