today was probably the craziest and funnest day i had in months, but of course at the expense of my throat.

today, beatrice and i met up with chun kit for the first time since he left for singapore in january. we missed him loads, and after exchanging big hugs, we scolded him for being late. LOL. fine, we were not that mean and petty. of course, we felt like kicking and screaming at him for making us wait so long, but let's not talk about that.


after a small binge which included ice cream, more ice cream, mcd, some cocaine (see picture above) and a pretzel, we popped ourselves over to popular. after viewing a few books having their plastic wrappers torn off by chun kit, we rushed off to the cinema. seeing a huge crowd, i suggested to chun kit to ask the usherers whether they could let us in earlier as i needed to use the toilet badly. i'm guessing it was only five minutes till the time they would have allowed everyone else in. as every cinema-goer in penang would know, the toilets located outside the multiplex in gurney plaza just suck to the maximum. if presented with a choice, who the fuck would choose those toilets? so, of course i wanted to use the toilets inside if possible. then fuck me if i failed to keep my voice down, because this girl right in front of me flung her arm up, so suddenly i was actually kinda surprised chun kit did not duck to avoid that fat-riddled thing, pointed in the direction of those pathetic toilets and said in the bitchiest tone: "the toilet is over there." then she turned back to bitch to her friend whilst at the same time staring at me from the corner of her eye. chun kit and i glared at her.

excuse my sudden poetic nature, but here's a haiku i composed specially for her:

i totally understood her concerns. she thought we wanted to find an excuse to get into the cinema hall first. but here are the facts, you cow! nobody wants to fucking steal your first place in line. and - ooooh, i'm so scared - what if we did?

were we going to steal your seat - i assume the bestest seat for your fat arse - for ourselves?
fact #1: for all i know, cinemas are not free-seating. bitch!

are you that desperate to be the first one in? it wasn't even some huge movie premiere that everyone struggled to get a ticket in.
fact#2: the movie is called race to witch mountain, NOT transformers: revenge of the fallen or harry potter and the half-blood prince. let me repeat that, raaace toooo wiiitch mooouuuntaaaiiin. you also do not get a reward - in your case, a free weight loss programme - for being the first one to sit down. i also do not care if you are a big fan of dwayne johnson, which i highly doubt! bitch!

(althought kinda irrelevant; i just wanted to make it a 3) you do not know us, we do not know you, so do not judge.
fact #3: but since you did, it's only fair that we return the courtesy. our conclusion? you're daft and you're a bitch!

we then went on to enjoy the movie. my rating: 6.5/10

once again, i almost crie... ahem, had something in my eyes when it reached the part where they had to say their goodbyes. i seriously do not know what is wrong with me nowadays. i had tears in my eyes when i also said my imaginary goodbyes to marley the labrador, which is of course understandable. but then i sobbed too, alone at home duh, when i watched the curious case of benjamin button. and since we're talking about brad pitt, i watched burn after reading with joel the other day, which is also the day he got two parking saman. the movie was funny but was not hilarious - the officers who gave out those two separate summonses were the hilarious ones - and the humour it had was very subtle. you have to understand what's really really going on to actually laugh. black comedies are as such and are not for those who want an instant dose of no-brainer laughter.

anyway, i just cry at anything nowadays; the last time i cried before today, well, today isnt exactly counted, was when i laughed my arse off as my mum told me about her unforgettable childhood experience in singapore's ck tang, as it was known at the time. it was insane and if you ask me if someone could have made that up, i would have said no. HELL NO.

after the movie, we rushed to toilet on the fourth level as my bladder was bursting once again. after that, as we were browsing cds in the music store, beatrice said she saw the bitch! and her friend in the toilet. they were whispering about how she was the girl that was with those rude, pathetic boys just now at the cinema. i told her she should have whacked them across the back of their feather-light heads and as they recoiled, take out her tiny portable water pistol conveniently filled with holy water and shoot their godforsaken faces with it, then laugh as they buuurned. well, okay, i only told her to do that first thing. the latter three were swirling in my mind.

our karaoke session was only 20 minutes away so we hobbled over to the place. while waiting, we accessed the internet and watched the woman who went poppycock over not being able to get some sharksfin soup in hong kong, and laughed ourselves silly. saw it on seumas' blog, so thanks! fyi, my last bowl of almost-extinct animal soup was probably in '04 or '05. i know i sound retarded if you imagined me saying this, but you have london tipton to thank for this: yay me! *claps hands incessantly*

singing was the highlight of the day. notable songs we sang along to include hot 'n' cold, girlfriend and listen. and out of the bunch, i wanna dance with somebody and it's raining men were definitely the bombs. why hardly any guy songs? i guess they were less fun to sing. we didnt just spend rm10 and 180 minutes to sing slow, sappy love songs. we wanted loud and powerful songs. girl power! you go, girlfriend! LOL.

for 3 hours, we sang, we danced but unfortunately we did not steal things, and i'm talking to you, jason mraz.

our last song was it's raining men. so yes, i guess it ended on a high note. the lyrics were a riot.

god bless mother nature
she's a single woman too
she took over heaven
and she did what she had to do

ingenius, although half the time we did not know what we were singing - there were no lyrics! there also wasnt love story and the fear. how can you call that karaoke, people? my rm10 for such crap?! well, maybe crap is a strong word...

...but rm10 for such SHIT?!

lol. i'm might be pushing it a bit too far, rm10 is quite reasonable after all, but they still have quite a bit to improve on.


after dinner at nando's, we then departed and made our own way back home, looking forward to hopefully our next outing together on wednesday.