I went to Vivo City today (yeah, I know - finally). I don’t see what’s the hulabaloo all about. It seems like any other shopping center to me. Anyway, went to watch some arty farty foreign film called "My summer Love" with Tby. It had been quite a while since I last saw a movie. I last saw Lage Raho Munnabhai (which totally sucked by the way - a complete insult to the 1st Munnabhai) and the last English film I saw was Devil Wears Prada (which was ok but the book was really good).
The movie is about 2 girls who find friendship one summer which blossoms into love. Both come from completely different backgrounds and each has a different story to tell about their problematic lives. o Tby totally didn’t like the movie. I really liked it……..until the end. At the end, I felt cheated - completely - cos one of the girl had actually seduced the other girl simply because she just wanted to have fun. She was just fooling around all the while! How could she? I thought she was really in love with the other girl! By the way they’re not really lesbians. Bi I think. Anyway, it’s a shity show, ruined by the ending. Don’t watch it.
And then when I was coming home a string of strange events happened - all while I was sitting in the MRT.
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I was thinking about T, my ex whom I bumped into the other day and nicely chatted to. Good to see him after so long.
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Then I saw L, my ex-ex. Killed my mood. Just rolled my eyes at him and put my mind to something else.
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After L got off, Al, my current baby called!
Weird or what? Anyway, I miss Al. I miss all the fun - partying, joyriding, talking and hanging out. I wish I could see him sooner.









