double o seven
i drooled over the cars,
the incredibly beautiful to the point of surreal locations,
the to die for boats,
the train,
the unbelieveable stunts;
but after two plus hours, i still think the current james bond is fugly looking.
thankfully, charisma and the ability to act made up for the lack of appearance.
anyway, i was surprised that i didnt have to leave too much of common sense and brain at the door for this one!
having to rush with the biatches right before catching it is befitting of adrenaline rush brought forth.
all would have been perfect if not for the terrible miscomm.
then again, the miscomm only gives us reasons to watch another show together again soon :)
did i mention that i'm less than a fortnight away from finals? oops.
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perhaps moving on and looking beyond the mistakes made by those around is crap. scars run so deep and i failed to figure where the wounds end and where the healing begins. even after all these years. i want so much to help. but how can i even try to remove the accumulated hurt and disappointments?
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the immeasureable gulf makes me sad.
somewhere along the lines, important but minute details have been forgotten.
yet i know i'm still there.
the incredible dysfunctionality has been staring right at us.
and we stuggle on to make things work.
yet we survive, we grow. and hopefully continue to do so.
there is never going to be a happily ever after. this doesnt mean that we cant be genuinely happy.
jacq | 3:26:00 PM
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