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Thursday, May 15, 2008

I've yet to find a job or make tiramisu, but on the bright side, I'm about halfway through Wuthering Heights. Natasha's right - the characters are indeed irritating. The movie is probably better. Only $12.90 at HMV, starring the divine Juliette Binoche and Ralph Fiennes, looking his handsomest in this movie. Whoever knew that the man who plays Voldermort was once such a hunk?

Nevertheless, it's quite a classic Gothic novel, and I do miss reading these old-fashioned stories. Yeah, you probably think I'm weird. I just don't belong to the norm sometimes, okay? I'm just such an old soul. I love old movies and old songs. They have such a charm about them...

And so yeah, I'm not weird. I'm an acquired taste.

Well, pardon my left-of-centre rantings. It's past 2AM, I'm not quite sleepy, since I had a little coffee just now, but I'm not quite awake either.

Okay, so way back to me not getting a job yet. Hmm... What should I do? I haven't had any email replies yet, and I've made a couple of calls. I guess I'll look through tomorrow's Classifieds again.

Oh, and the dance classes were fun. Tiring like nothing else, and probably the only sport involving high heels (my poor feet), but fun.

Alright, I better sleep now, or else I'll won't be able to wake up in time to buy the Straits Times before it's sold out. Bonnuit, people.


♥ The lights faded at 2:04 am