Finally saw Bridget Part 2 movie because hopeless romantic self is a sucker for happily-ever-after-movies. Good to hear that Bridget ends up on the altar with dashing Mark Darcy despite fact that she’s bumbling, clumsy, and jealous of Rebecca who turns out to be a lesbian.
Blimey! Movie really has absurd plot, including one of Bridget being jailed in Thailand and Mark rescuing her like some knight in shining armor.But I loved the laughs and I like the soundtrack so I must say watching movie was as good as reading book, ehmm, four years ago.
Suddenly realized I like my man to be a Mark Darcy, who would keep his word and would go through ends of the earth for me. Who wouldn’t like a man like that? But sadly, not all men are like that (think Mr. Pomodoro); in fact men like that are facing extinction. Suddenly realized also that while the overweight/underweight plain Janes of this world will be playing nooky with their Santa Clauses this Christmas, alluring, sexy, errr sexually frustrated self will be bent over in the oven for some roast beef to bring to Momma who will surely ask me the godawful question: “how’s your lovelife?” Gaahh. Gaaah.
But really, must muster spirit of sacrifice and self-control. Must prepare self for seeing Mr. Big. Or maybe, God will prepare something wonderful for me and I will not be singleton for the longest time.
In meantime, my Bridget meter today reads: cigarettes 0, alcohol 0, calories from eating Jollibee burger steak while chaperoning Three Incredibles 675,number of shags in the last quarter 0, number of indecent proposals received the past month 14, calories used from using multi-speed 5,235, number of times thought in horror that multi-speed would lose battery life,15.