I think san san passed on the sorethroat-and-cough- til-you-die germ to me. I hack like an old woman, and taste the bitterly assuring sting of rising phlegm at the back of my throat. which is, like, how gross! and i suspect all those chilli stuff i'm eating is not helping either. i hate it. :(
I'm gonna watch the nightmare before christmas again, but this time, in 3D!! it's been out for quiteee a while now, but am only getting around to watch it about now. i remember mr yeo going on and on about the show and its gothic elements etc etc. but then again, that man can take ANYTHING and make it perverse (to call it gothic is just a nice euphemism for corrupting the minds of impressionable teens with their raging hormones). ANYHOO. i love, LOVE that show. and if mr wong doesn't understand it- hard la it's a stop-anymation, after all- then.. but it's ok the dear boy got me chilli shrimp from trannyland. all's forgiven.
Been going down for trainings; feels good to move around a little, exercise for once. it's time to pick up the pace!
listening to save the last dance for me by buble. and i remember wilson complaining about the amoral lyrics.
Wilson: What does he mean, you can dance with whoever but remember who you're going home with?
Me: *Not paying attention* it's just a song la you uptight christian
i don't like buble. i think he's some poseur re-singing all those wonderful big band songs trying to sound sinatra-ish. mr wong doesn't like sinatra. nay, doesn't even know who that is. i don't know how that's relevant.
