I can’t believe I have a girl-crush on you-know-who.
And his “father” and “brudders”.
Oh, one of his “brudders”(the quirky, curly-haired one, is actually born in Singapore! Like seriously, why we can’t seem to keep such cuties)?
Suddenly, losing a tan is the new in thing, and the pale, ethereal look is panties-wetting.
I am sure the signs were there when I was in the theatre when everytime he came on screen, you can hear the collective gasps.
The lady(not young girl, but those pretty decent looking executive one) who sat next to me had went alone, and she had her hand to her heart “awwwing”, “giggling”, and I swear her heart broke a million pieces(like many others) when their brand of heroin got hurt.
I swear in the beginning I was duly amused when you hear the gasps, squeals, oohs and ahhs.
The last time I had experienced this phenomenon, was when Legolas came on screen and I am not going to admit that I used to dig my fingernails in to the ex’s arm and grin “hamsup-ly” when I watched LOTR.
Having said that, I am a big LOTR fan and it is not because of Legolas alone.
So. The movie must be a comedy cos I remember laughing lots during the movie.
Like the part when I said out loudly in the cinema after being utterly annoyed by squealing girls, when he started… sparkling.
“Wah! Girls’ best friend leh!”
At the end of it, sibei sia suey.
I hate to admit it did rouse the hopeless romantic in me, and like in any other cases, I am in denial.
Cos I was starting to giggle to the thought of how delicate his touches must have felt like on my neck… how it feels like with him bringing me to the top of the tree to see the world.. how he is so man when he protects me…. And I got absolutely high thinking to myself, “you can inject your, uhm, venom into me, anytime, baybeh.”
Heart pom pom tiao you know?
Be still my heart… be still.
*Snaps back to reality*
But can I say his doctor father damn hot. Really!
And I think their selection of cast was… great. Everyone has a certain exotic draw…. and it pieces together a strangely nice movie without scary budgets.
I wish I can pitch like his short-haired sister.
The only reason why I walked out of Popular with a book in hand last evening(despite of 2 waiting cuties), is truly because it was on sale and only cost 10 bucks.
Not a very good idea when you are playing mahjong thereafter. Ahem.
And it has nothing to do with the fact that I got a book called Twilight.
The movie tie-in one by the way, cos the original no more.
But it is okay. My brand of heroin on the cover anyway.
