P.S I Love You

despite the once again heavy eyelids after a full goblet of red wine and some crappy proposal for an upcoming project, it suddenly struck me that it was only 4.30am and...hey it's a saturay night!! nothing shall go to waste.

10mins into the movie, the tear duct decided to just excrete, and my body was spun dry. geeez was it beautiful.

i never really fancied gerard butler. he seemed a little too chu yuk.

WAH KENOT MAKE IT! DAMN YENG SIAL CAN JUST DIE IF I WERE TO BE HOLLY.

i dun remember the book being this good.

i'm not usually accustomed to reading romance novels. or rather i don't read anything that doesn't come with blood, fangs...and a huge ration of humourous good sex.

kidding.

i shall watch it again. YAY!!

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i can't start the countdown because i don't really know when exactly the last day is.

and this fact is getting on my nerves.