Maybe I shouldn’t have been so bubbly-confident that the Indiana Jones movie would be everything it promised to be.
It was…all right, if you’re the type who thinks mediocrity is all right, in the same way that Pepsi is only all right and will never be a good enough substitute for Coca-Cola (though still picked over A&W Root Beer or Mountain Dew, though perhaps not 7up). It’s all right, really, if you’re the kind to whom extended metaphors appeal, in which case the new Indiana Jones movie is like a bottle of Coke that you don’t realize has gone flat until you open it and take your first sip – the outside looks snazzy and chilled and in perfect packaging, but the reality just doesn’t match up. You’ll drink the flat Coke anyway, because feh, it’s…all right, you guess, but hey, it could have been so much better.
(Unless, of course, you’re like me, and flat Coke is actually rather appealing – but I write this to cater to the majority view.)
But enough with the terrible metaphor. It’s as over-extended as poor Indy is, looking worn out and haggard half the movie, with Shia LeBeouf practically churning with energy that he had to suppress in order to defer to the guy after whom the movie was actually named (though I hear soon a Mutt Williams – or maybe Mutt Jones – movie is in the making).
Four thirty in the morning and I am staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Tossing and turning in bed. The lump in my mattress always seems to poke into my back at the worst possible angle, and I vacillate between hot and cold – the covers get hot and stifling and I throw them off, then I grow chilly and pull them over again. I don’t know where my cat is and I get up to look for her every fifteen minutes but she won’t appear. Thai phrases are running aimlessly through my head. I itch. I could swear there’s a rogue ant exploring my thighs but no amount of brushing or twitching will eradicate the damn itch.
Hannah (not my sister, my fellow teacher trainee) and I are taking an impromptu shopping vacation to my favorite shopping vacation location!
Guess where!!
:D
We booked the tickets during lecture last Friday and flying off from Tuesday to Saturday. First time EVER that I’ve been there and not gone to Chatuchak market. This is a new one.
But because of the lack of Chatuchak, we’re going to explore a new market and see what the shopping potential is like! Major Ratchoyothin Market, Union Mall Bangkok…going to venture to never-before explored locations!
I also need to hit Suan Lum before the evil developers close it down!
Last ever holiday before I actually really for-real-this-time start work!
It’s easy to love someone when everything’s sunshine and happiness.
The true test of love comes in times of grief and anger, hurt and pain. The strength of a ship cannot be proven until it has sailed through every storm and come out whole on the other side.
Can your love weather all storms? Will you come out stronger on the other side?
If you can’t, maybe you should let the other person go. There really isn’t any point hanging onto someone when you rip each other apart all the time, when you both fall apart in the lightest drizzle.
But if your love just grows stronger with every passing trial, you know how much you’ve been blessed to find that someone with whom you can endure all things, if only that person is by your side.
Went to Pawtobello with Ah Fu and Wire on Sunday – his new precious bundle of joy, a wire-haired Jack Russell who’s really sweet and well-behaved :) *coos* We went to the one along Mohamed Sultan Road – I’ve come a long way from visiting MS at night to coming for Sunday brunch :D
Ah Fu and Wire!
The food was actually fantastic – the enjoyment of being surrounded by lots of doggies is compounded by the very good people food. I had the lovely glazed lamb steak, which I had to pace myself eating, because I found myself wanting to gobble down mouthful after mouthful non-stop. Treated Wire to a chicken roulade which he snarfed down in about two minutes flat, pushing the bowl around the floor with his nose and looking quite dismal when it was all gone. Poor boy kept going back to sniff the bowl to see if more had magically reappeared, learning a valuable life lesson in the process – food does not spontaneously regenerate.
Me and Wire! And pretty decor!
And my pretty classic dress which I love so very much :D
Watched Prince Caspian yesterday, courtesy of Joel who won free tickets from seewhatshow.com and wasn’t free to watch :) The movie was bloody awesome and a real trip, especially since it was my childhood unraveling on screen. (I used to really really really wish I could get into Narnia and would occasionally sheepishly venture into my cupboard when no one was looking.)
What you’ll find inside the review: comparisons between the book and the movie, girlish squealings about cute characters and creature effects, and the bits that didn’t quite meet up to expectations.
Starring Kenny Sia! Who went to Thailand to film this!
Questions…why must go all the way to Thailand and film? Malaysia got no bridge and lake? And…some more go all the way to Thailand…why choose to film in a lake with such gross looking water? And…isn’t it littering in public to wantonly throw potato chips in a lake?! (Oh, maybe that’s why go Thailand to film…maybe it isn’t an offence to litter in Thailand. Hmmm.)
But funny!!!! With extra exclamation marks thrown in to emphasize how funny this is!!!!!!!!
