je voudrais à... j'aimerais à... OH, NOTHING.
FINALLY got to watch it; oh my fuck, how anal can cinemas here get! showing foreign films at incredibly neglected places such as
Prince or
Yangtze or wherever, thank GOD this was showing at
Lido too cos it was under SHAW & all. or, whatever. tickets were almost all taken up though, got stuck at the 2nd row from the front next to this old husband of an aunty who kept inching away from me thanks to my sudden loud paroxysms of laughter & glee.
movie is really good, WHO SAYS HOLLYWOOD MAKES THE BEST MOVIES CAN STICK A SHOVEL UP THEIR ASS.
Audrey Tatou is gorgeous though painfully thin, &
Gad Elmaleh has the most intensed eyes ever, though somehow he went from average joe to being.. sexy. plot was clever, with the infusion of classy comedy that didn't turn out to be painful slapstick, cliched humour. & the romantic parts really captured the essence of romance & sweetness of it all; i didn't cry at this one though, which is a good thing as it sets it apart from other romantic comedies/dramas that have set me bawling.
ooh how lovely it was to sit through a french movie & set your ears to attention, trying to capture those familiar words/phrases that you've lost your grasp on. it was like going through listening comprehension again, with familiar words ringing up familiar memories.
okay so it doesn't look as tantalizing as it does in real life, but worth the $7.00
The Coffee Club charges its mudpie for, it is. it's about the same price as NYDC's yet its
gargantuan next to NYDC's mudpie. but too chocolatey, i don't like.
so i had the
Tiramisu a la cafe instead,
which was nice, but didn't even taste the Kahlua or anything, more of the cheese & cream. got abit sick halfway through though so i left it at that, i knew i should've gone to Spinelli's & satisfied myself with the apple crumble there. mind you, they bake real slices of apple inside, instead of the generic apple bits in a can stuff, for only $3.20.
yes i know i should stop craving, it's killing me. i hate how i can't stop thinking about what i'm consuming & yet doing very little about it or going about it with the wrong solutions; even i'm aware how unhealthy it is, i want that side of the brain to just
switch off.
I WANT TO GO FOR THE FRENCH EXCHANGE PROGRAMME NEXT YEAR. six whole freakin months in the land of the Eiffel Tower,
Musee De Louvre, croissants, designer boutiques & ooh-la-la hot romance with sexy french men, how tempting can a place get? then again, that's only Paris, i'd just spasm if they send us to the countryside or something. or hmm, that wouldn't be so bad either, a completely fresh breath of air from skyscrapers & concrete.
yes siree, i'll work hard & earn my spot in the list to go there. it'd be like
The Real World: Paris; NYP style, only i wouldn't be having flings with my roommates, but rather the local men. hee.
p/s
Tan Woan Tyng you gorgeous fuck, get your ass to Singapore like ASAP cos i miss you & the rest like there's no tomorrow. :(<3.
