Saturday, September 26, 2009


I've been feeling a little bit more touchy-feely than usual for the past few days.

(Which could spell trouble knowing how touchy-feely I already am normally. :|)

My hormones had gone haywire and I'm highly emotional this time of the month.

I cried last night while re-watching Monster Inc. for the Nth time on DVD.

You know, the tear-jerking moment when Sulley had to leave Boo?

And today, Prince of Egypt.

When Moses parted the Red Sea.

Or whenever the song "When You Believe" was played during the show.

I nearly got all choked up again while telling Bee about the part that triggered my tear buds.

I know. I know. It's the hormones.

It's a good thing that I didn't cry when my instructor picked on me this morning, during the 25th lesson for my Secret Project Australia.

It didn't go as well as the past few lessons I had recently, I guess.

Honestly speaking, I don't think that I'm doing worse than before. I'm probably just not improving as much as most people would after that many lessons.

Which, of course, I admit is entirely my fault.

I think I've fallen into a comfort zone that I'm just happy staying there instead of venturing out to take on more challenging tasks pro-actively or be more independent in the decision-making process, and that could be very frustrating.

Or maybe he was just having one of his grumpier days.


I stayed home in the afternoon to watch the AFL grand final on TV.

My tear ducts went into overdrive again when Paul Chapman kicked that decisive goal in the final quarter for Geelong and the Cats took their spectacular 12-point flag victory over St Kilda in the end.

Can you imagine what a funny scene it was? An Asian girl crying while watching footy on TV. Haha.

The Saints played a good game, I'd say, but I've been rooting for the boys of the mighty blue and white ever since I got my first AFL jumper in year 2001, so I'm thrilled for them to claim their second premiership in three seasons.

I'm sure the fans are gonna flood the streets of Melbourne CBD tonight to celebrate the win despite the icy wind and rain, but yours truly has decided to stay in with a stack of old chick flicks and a new box of Kleenex.

People, you have full permission to smack me on the head if I cried watching Notting Hill.

I mean it.