This is wut I felt after having spent a total of 136 minutes to watch《Sex And The City: The Movie》
And there's a confession I must make: Being a fashion editor who luvs clothes, luvs NYC plus luuuuuuvs watching stupid American tv dramas, I have NEVER ever laid eyes on SATC. No, not even for a second. I simply boycotted this whole Carrie Bradshaw thing while every single gal in town is just SO crazy about her (
Avis, a SATC-addict girlfriend of mine, once told me that I am Miranda
Do we all live to love men? Do we live to love ourselves?
Or do we live to love life? I guess 'That is the question.'
Thank you, Mr.Lao, for driving me away and not trying hard enuf to get me back. Thank you, Sewage King, for letting me know how to tell the difference between wanting to GET MARRIED and wanting to MARRY SOMEONE. Thank you, Mr.Yiu, for hurting Mom and ruining our family so that I lose faith in love. Thank you, Mom, for being the strongest woman on earth while telling me it's okay to cry.
Thank you, Mr.Beehive, for just being you and making the impossible possible, so that I can finally believe in everything again.
多謝~
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