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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

BLEH.

i hung out with ck today. i had him all to myself because seumas, yi ern and u-wen couldnt make it. lol

well, first we went to redbox and sang our sorrows away. then we went on a 2-movie marathon. we were watching shutter and L: change the world.

we were expecting an enjoyable experience. but of course, we were disappointed.

typical ck, only came at 11 something when we were going to meet up at 10am. so were already late for redbox. and when i met up with him, he was munching on a hotdog. LIKE WHAT THE?! i didnt even makan yet. pffft. then at redbox, i found out we were only having a 2-hour session, that is from 11 to 1. stupids. usually it's three hours.

sigh.
the movies were downright lame.

shutter... well, shutter did have its scary moments. but they were few and didnt have any lasting impact. i actually forgot everything when the credits started rolling... remakes are always so lame.

and the deathnote movie... i didnt get a thing! i only know that the scenes where the people slowly die after being infected by a virus were a bit over the top. they were like moaning and twisting and gyrating and doing all those horrible faces people usually do when seriously constipated. (being an extra must have been fun. i would have laughed my arse off if i were one of them. after the movie, ck and i even pretended how we would die if we were cast as extras) i also know for a fact that the audience have a really stupid sense of humour. they laugh at everything! they laugh when... look, i even forgot what part they laughed at because the movie wasnt memorable at all! whatever. just know this: they laugh at the most inappropriate scenes.

people! dont watch any of these movies!!!
CK! I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE WATCH THE WATER HORSE! lol

before we went into the cinema, we saw a few ex-prefects who were our seniors during our prefect-ing days. i wanted to laugh in their faces and ask them what they'd do to us now since they no longer had their holy prefect powder (or power, whatever) but of course, i had more common sense. although i was still very beh shiok when i saw their TULAN faces. oh wait, actually, i couldnt see their faces because i was kinda blind without my glasses, but i could still recall their snobby TULAN faces.

oh what the heck. at least i did something today. hahahahahahahanot.






happy cheng beng, people! lol
ohyea, i forgot to mention that the fat boy even asked me to give him my chemistry, history and physics notes after i graduated. once again, i said yes but of course, i dont plan on doing that. i dont even plan on talking to him anymore. bah.

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