I've cried much more times than I ever remeber crying in 'Titanic'.
My eyes were practically super-glued to the screen.
And the plot is just amazing.
I cried when the Nullah's mother died, when Flynn died and when Magari died, up till the very end.
And I'm planning to watch it, all over again, perhaps until I've memorised every single line.
Went out with Cass, Cheryl, Hazel and Charlene yesterday to Orchard Cineleisure.
Muhaha, I didn't wear skirt.
Watched "He's Just Not That Into You".
So yes, now if a guy punched me, I know he likes me.
Gigi said, "We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you. "
HAHA I love Mary too. "I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. "
I hate Anna. Stupid mistress and ugly fat biatch!
Ugh okay, I hate Ben too.
But I want to be Beth, I mean because Neil is just so romantic.
Okay, maybe I just want to be Gigi, becuase she gets Alex.
Yea I don't mind watching it again.
Bought my mom's present.
Ah, we didn't see any AMGs there. Sad thing it is.
My toe nails are of quirky colours.
But I think its cool.
Hot pink on the left and torquoise on the right.
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Gigi: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me?
Alex: Uh. Yeah!
Gigi: There's not gonna be anybody left.
Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every
tory we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain
and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.
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