Today was a good day. Went out again. This time with Sharon and Pui Yen to the elusive Mont Kiara flea market which I have to say did not change much since the last time I've been there which was probably months ago but there was several new clothes that I saw. And I even managed to procure my floaty, flowy, and flowery skirt too. At a quite reasonable and affordable price too. I'm happy. It's pale pink and not too short nor too long and I really like it. It's comfy and that's what important. Also managed to get this scarf like thing which is probably used more appropriately for warming your neck at RM5. I feel proud of myself. Kinda. Yeaps.
After a round at the flea market we made our way to the Curve for a well deserved lunch at this pancake house place where they served quite elaborately prepared pancakes with a variety of dishes from ham, bacon, mushrooms, chicken and of course the traditional ice-cream with pancake as dessert. Camellia joined us halfway through our waiting for the food too. Never knew pancake could taste good with grilled mushrooms and eggplant with chili sauce and mustard dip before this. I'm still feeling stuffed from that filling lunch.
Well, nothing much else to report. I've got to memo myself not to shop anymore or I won't be able to survive for the rest of the month. Not that I'm planning anymore impromptu shopping trips but it could happen. Be prepared for day-by-day accounts of my watching of Studio Ghibli's anime movies starting tomorrow. I really want to watch 'Grave of the Fireflies' again. It's the first ever movie that had me blubbering and crying my eyes out. Not even 'Titanic' could do that. Hah! It's weird wanting to watch a sad film more than twice but it's just something I want to do. Just to cry. Because it's really difficult to get me to cry at movies unless they're really sad and sombre and depressing so much like 'Grave'. I don't cry easily if you've noticed that. It takes a really good and emotionally charged movie to get me to shed a tear or two. And when I do, I hate to look at myself in the mirror after the tearing session. I don't care what the movies or people say but people who cry always look ugly. They are never pretty. It's what they want you to believe.
It's just like last night's episode of 'Queer Eye'. The straight guy of the episode cries so easily. A little too easily for me. It made me feel embarrassed for the guy even. I mean, gay guys don't cry like how that straight guy did. It was just not right. I won't say gay because he's not as he's married and seems quite secure about himself, but just not right for a guy to cry as sobbingly and blubberingly as he did. Yes, I'm a sexist. But not an extremist one. I believe that there're some things that guys should do and can't do and vice versa for women. I really can't stand those 'girl power' feminist preaches, honestly. I may have indulged in a little of those 'girl power' thing long ago but now I just can't stand it. This is not a dig at females around the world but just my personal feelings at why guys shouldn't cry as excessively as that straight guy did in last night's 'Queer Eye' episode.
