[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
It felt like freaky Friday. There was practically no soul around and the classroom was dead empty. Right, it was still 9.10am. Maybe people will start streaming a little later.
At 9.35am, still no signs of other people. Had we gotten the day wrong? Maybe our first french lesson is on the following week? Dammit. Suddenly I feel like a total idiot. But thank goodness there was Evon for company.
At 9.45am, the classmates arrived. There were 2 male french teachers outside our door - so which one was ours? The numerous stories of french lessons told by my friends gave me butterflies in my stomach. It seemed that french teachers could sometimes be... intimidating (I should already know... the french teachers I've encountered) . Evon commented that one of the teachers looked cute. Was he going to teach us?? *bright-eyes*
Then he came in.
A grouchy looking man with a frown plastered on. Uh oh....
Well, first impressions are sometimes inaccurate, and my teacher turned out to be really interesting and nice. And he's the 'pirate' Theresa was telling me about! The relief teacher that she loved to bits! So we are quite lucky after all...
Maybe not. When we walked to the carpark after our lessons, Evon's car couldn't start.
But I guess that's the end of the freaky part.
I went to meet Theresa, Tresa, Lydia and their friend Xiuwen in town for a movie. It's been ages since I last went to town to walk/shop/catch a movie. I think it's been a month or maybe even more. Anyway, the feeling was wonderful. And it's always so much fun hanging out with the girls - they're hilarious; I've never laughed more.
Kingdom of Heaven was worth the weekend ticket charge. Other than the fact that Orlando Bloom looks a billion times better than in Troy (I suspect it's the hair. both on his head and on his face... the facial hair makes him look more manly; and losing the babydoll curls from Troy DOES do him good), the story was riveting and I liked the fact that it remained focused on a single theme - a man's fight to make his world a better place. A simple but solid idea that was the objective throughout the movie. There were no sidetracks, no distractions from it.
For once, the Straits Times gave a movie the credits it deserves.
[Time of Confession] 9:10 AM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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