So I finally got around to watching Sex And The City (bad idea during Ramadhan. Duh, if the title isn’t any indication, I don’t know what is) and the result: Gilelahhh. Six carelessly-strewn snot-and-tear-filled tissues with huge red-brimmed eyes plus cramped zygomatic muscles (oh, that’s the piece of meat that works on your smile :)).
And who do I identify with?
Definitely not Charlotte. She’s too kind-hearted. Come on, the best insult she could come up with was “I curse the day you were born” when I could think of another 59 obscenely obscene insults to be thrown might tell something.
Carrie is too much of a fashionista and in her quest for love, she forgets the existence of the surrounding. The war, the famine, the hurricane, and George Bush. She’s lovely per se, but that gets only so far.
Miranda. Sensible Miranda. Always weighing between the good and the bad. The pros and the cons. Sensible is good. I am 67% sensible most of the time but that does not make me forget personal hygiene. Meep.
How about nymphomaniac Samantha? Err? But she’s an excellent friend, I give you that. Also her effort to stay faithful, man, that was like climbing Everest.
Anyway, the lot are going to see Barca and Shakhtar on Oct 1st and they are trying to pull me for the ride. I wonder how my mak would prefer to murder me with if I skip Raya. Hmm.
On the bright side, that’s 4 guests off the open-house list. Hahha. Naseb korang lah.
Happy sungkir, people.