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millions is a very sweet movie. very fantastical, and sugar coated with delish irish accents :) the little kid acting as damien is so innocent looking and he thought the money bag came from god :) [note to self: never be a movie reviewer no matter how much desire one has to gain practically unlimited access to the cineplex]

anyhow. i wonder what london will be like. i don't want it to become exactly as if we've transplanted a singapore community of scholars and plopped it into the heart of london, but i don't exactly want to become homesick either :( which, the wimp that i am, i already know i am going to suffer from right about 1 week into the situation. plus. what if i don't get enough hot water to take my lovely super hot showers? what if i constantly feel damp and cold and miserable? what if i forget to bring loads of little stuff that i absolutely cannot live without? what if i get *gasp* mugged on the streets? hmmmm. what if i can't find nice enough clothes to wear and end up looking like i'd picked up stuff from the trash? :(

reading my diary (a very badly written one, not unlike this blog), i've come to the belated realisation that i am a very anxious, easily depressed yet as easily cheered up, worrisome, chicken little kind of person.