Monday, December 15, 2003
It’s my birthday! Yey!
For my birthday wishlist, I would like the following, please:
1. A marriage proposal from Jerry Yan. (I am so ready to settle down)
2. One-night stand with Johnny Depp. (I always say, if everything else fails, there’s always Johnny)
3. A date with Orlando Bloom
4. A kiss from Stuart Townsend
5. World peace
I ask this simple gifts from simple friends with simple wish to make me happy.
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How do you reply to someone who wishes you the very best on your birthday through text, yet you have no idea who in tarnation he/she is?
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My officemates gave me a huge flannel cloth with the faces of F4 printed on it. I went from oh-thank-you-for-the-gift to oh-my-god-I’ll-never-be-able-to-sleep-peacefully-again when I saw the size of it. It was overwhelming.
I couldn’t decide whether I should hang it on the wall as a carpet, (which would cover ¾ of my bedroom wall) or I should use it as my blanket.
It was so comfortable that I decided to use it as the latter… at least until the cold season is over. At least, now I can truly say, I’m sleeping with all members of F4.
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Enough talk of F4. Let’s talk about Vanness. His movie sucked. Big time.
The saving graces of “Star Runner” were the few comic relief provided by the supporting casts.
The close-up shots of Vanness (who looked like a high school boy with his new hair cut) induced a lot of
“Ang guwapo mo!” screams from the audience.
It was mentally draining as the director can’t decide whether the plot should be about Bond’s (Vanness) struggle as a kickboxer or about Bond’s skirt-chasing.
The movie sucked so much that the SECOND TIME I watched it, I had to cover my ears with my hands and simply concentrated on Vanness’ face for the next two hours.
Remind me to sue Vanness Wu for the unforgivable crime of being a hardcore hottie. He got away with a crappy movie.
Hmmm… I wonder how “Magic Kitchen” of Jerry Yan will fare?
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I promised to be loyal to “Meteor Garden” forever. I’m keeping my promise, but it doesn’t really mean I can’t avidly watch other chinovelas.
I’ve been watching “A Promise of Love at the Dolphin Bay” (mouthful title, if you ask me) this past few weeks and I’m loving it.
Mainly because I find Ambrose Hsu curiously attractive (I still have a hangover with him playing the part of Superstar Leo in “Lavender”), and because I like Angela Zhang.
Zhang’s facial features would have easily made Tezuka Osamu (creator of Astroboy) proud. You see, her eyes are too big for her head, but instead of looking deformed and mutated, she manages to look divine.
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I’m twenty-two and what do I have to show the world for it?
I refuse to say zilch, nada, and nothing.
Therefore, I am proud to say that I am working my ass nine hours a day, five days a week. I get paid after two weeks, and I spend all my earnings with one trip to Filling Station with this
bitch.
I’m 22 and in love, with Jerry Yan to boot.
I’m proud to say that I now know how to shop for my own bra.
I’m 30 or more pounds overweight.
I found my sport. Never mind the fact that my ex-prof keeps telling us that badminton is a game for sissies (please don’t argue with him, I love him).
My shelf contains a wide variety of books that would cater to the tastes of the romantics, the Goths, the children, and the literati.
I haven’t picked up a broom in four years.
My hair is straight.
I'm still a bitch to people I don't like.
I’ve proven that I’m the biggest destitute fan of F4. And if truth be known, a huge chunk of my F4 collection came from my mom and my friends.
And my tatay bought me a spanking new digital cam, yeah!!! 5 mega pixels, baby. That’s the thing with my father. I don’t ask him for anything, yet he knows the right stuff to buy for me.
I’m 22 and I’m one happy camper.
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