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a rustic analysis*
bo leh*
buat donno*
jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
jingling nona*
many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*

an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*

halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
hanoi - in search of the pain-in-the-arse ice cream and other stories in between*
sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
moomoo vista* [pt 2]
moomoo vista* [pt 3]
ah moy in paris* [pt 1]

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bridget sucks* 

Watched 'Bridget Jones The Edge Of Reason' last week. Couldn't wait for it to hit our shores, so I furtively head down to patronise my pirate king, Ah Kong's stall. Pirate King Kong, who coincidently share the same ash blonde hair color as me. Sometimes I wonder if that was the key reason he calls me "Sister" while he refers to other gals as "Leng Loi". Hmm.

Well, what can I say about the movie?

In a nutshell, it was a major disappointment with capital letters, 44 point size. Yet, for the record, I watched it twice. Back to back.

5 reasons why I agree with Bull Durham's comment of "Same plot different diary" :

(i) Renee Zellweger's bad Brit accent. That really got to me. I am beginning to dislike her and her silly antics, which borders to being irritating. They seem deliberate this time. Definitely trying too hard.

(ii) The Colin Firth / Hugh Grant girlie fight did not impress me either, though I would love to have 2 hunks fighting for me. Dream dream. Again same idea- wet fighting scene. This time, instead of pouring rain, it involves a fountain. The key saving grace to this scene was the accompanying song; The Darkness' "I believe in a thing called love". They should have featured the ever sexy Justin Hawkins. Yum.

(iii) The thunder ass on the camera scene was no longer funny second time round. Yawn.

(iv) The third party and the jealousy. Personally I think Mark Darcy should go for her instead of Ms. Boring Bridget.

(v) Giant girdle scene - major put-off. Who in the world wears girdle anymore?

The only saving grace to the whole movie is (of course) the firth factor - seeing Mr. Mark Darcy naked!!! Okay, okay...it's only from waist up but you can actually see Mark's left nipple in its full glory. Unashamedly I confess, I paused and drooled over this scene for the 39th time now. The latest count was last night at 2.31 a.m.

And I do wish I am the one staring at him sleeping...Understandably I'm feeling quite dehydrated. Gonna grab myself some milk now. Ha.

December 11, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:47 pm