On days when it's random, your sister loves you too.
Then Kah Heng, Amelia, Samantha, Cherie and I went to try catch 'Da Vinci Code' at Midvalley. Shirlene already told me it was slow so I wasn't expecting much but I didn't think it would be as slow as it is. Besides already knowing the plot and what's about to happen, I think it was a little too much talking and too little action. Either that or they were trying to fit most of the book in so they couldn't concentrate on the action bits. I left the cinema feeling cheated. I assumed it would be good since it did have Tom Hanks and Audrey Tautou (she's the girl from 'Amelie' and 'A very Long Engagement', both very good French movies in my opinion but then again I've only watched two French movies so I might be wrong =P). I think they didn't have enough of getting the audience to appreciate how beautiful the art and places are, but that would be asking too much since it already appears the screenwriters were trying so hard to fit everything into the 2 hours plus that the movie ran for.
Sleepy as hell I went home with the rest. After getting dropped off we (meaning the 3 girls previously mentioned and me) made our way back. There was a man clad in a black jacket by the pool just sitting with his legs propped on the table. When he got up after we passed him, I started getting a little panicky. I looked back twice before the 4 of us reached that little tunnel bit before the elevator at B1 and he was still following us. (Yikes!) All of us were aware he was following us now so walked a little faster. There was a collective sense of relief when the elevator from G reached and opened at -2 before the suspicious looking man got to the landing. I pushed the >< button several times just to make sure he couldn't make the elevator doors open again. Phew indeed! All this in just a minute or less. I was so scared my hands were shaking when I opened my door, stepped safely inside (with a sigh of relief no less) and locked it quickly behind me. Thank goodness I wasn't alone and thank goodness he didn't come straight up to us. I don't know what we'd have to do then. Run for our lives probably. (I was prudently wearing sneakers just now... no high heels for me tonight...) Please walk your friends home guys.
On a lighter note, Michelle and a bunch of us were talking about the difference between being a 'dirty' and 'messy' person. It became a general consensus that 'dirty' requires the person to not only be untidy but also be able to 'forget' about food and other perishable items and allow them to rot all over the place and a 'messy' person is just a person who puts everything not in their rightful place. I am a 'dirty' person, no question or doubt whatsoever. Haha! The first step to improvement they say is being able to acknowledge the condition. I'm at step 1. I think I'll forever be stuck at step 1 at this rate. I've been messy and dirty all my life. It produces good product for orientation but besides that I think I've had enough crap in my system to give me resistance to a whole lot of pathogens. I say to Kah Heng (who's apparently moving in on Monday), 'You're moving in with an extremely dirty person!' =P I hope this won't jeopaordize our friendship =) My brother can testify to the state of my toilet when he got here. It was so filthy he cleaned it for me (thank you little brother, you're the best =P). Then again, when I do start cleaning I can't stop. I also clean when I'm stressed or angry or upset or just plain sad. My mother does that too... when things are especially pissy that day she'll start banging around with the broom and cleaning rag. I'm becoming more like my mother little by little each day... That's scary too... sigh...
So here's that Friday night thing we did. Amelia, Racine, ME, Stephanie and Christina in order of how we were standing. I hope this works. The first time I'm putting up a video =P. Don't tell me if it's bad. We enjoyed it. Different kind of dance. We were last on the line-up though, which sucked. Bleh! I messed up the ending though... that's why the hands clash in some parts.
Try to think up a word that has three Os...
I play this game when I'm bored... when I'm in the bus to Seremban Hospital. =P
Can you think of any?
Opposition
Coordination
Monotony
Composition
Proposition...
maybe too easy...
How about 4? I only got one on the way back from Seremban... maybe I was sleepy =P
Monotonous
Protozoon? Anyone can think of anymore? Let's get interactive! =P right...
Digital diarrhoea in roves, no? =P I'm just trying to relax. I lost my pendrive a long time ago. It had my journal in it. Now it's gone, along with all that was in the last hard disk I had in this laptop that had pictures and another journal. All I have left is this blog and a new 1gig pendrive. Even my back-up upped and died on me. It was probably for the best. Those entries where from the worst parts of me. And without the need for censure we are always at our most honestly ugly. Reading back makes me cringe. Not from the bad grammar or analogies but from the way I used to think. Hopefully I've changed. Don't tell if I haven't =P No one listens to anyone else when they're told their bad anyway.
Back to the books... or rather papers... 1 down 17 to go...
One of the many times after dancing the night away at Zouk
The one I love has left for a far away land. I am sad and happy at the same time. Sad because we may not be able to meet ever again but happy for him because he's going to a new place with new experiences and new people to meet. Amazingly I have not cried as much as I thought I would. Every poem, every letter I have tried to write comes out disjointed, like I haven't the faintest clue as to what I want to say, but that's because I really don't know what to say. I cannot scream and shout because it is beyond my control. I cannot object because there is nothing anyone can do. So I sit, stand, walk, stone, quietly because I don't want to say anymore to disrupt myself or to make it anymore difficult than it already is for anyone. I'm functioning quite well considering the circumstances. In another time I think I would've just stopped or cried till I thought I was going blind, like I did before. All I have left is to surrender to Fate and Destiny and Luck and Old Man Time and to all the powers that be. Let them be kind to both of us. So till we meet again, I wish you love and happiness. I will be good and I will be happy.
CNS coming up and I have studied 10 notes. It's next Friday... but I'll get around to it. Haha.
My brother is coming to KL next week for interview at IMU, a day before CNS summative.
Kah Heng is moving into the small room in my apartment. For two months. Go figure.
I'm putting Adelaide as my first choice and Dalhousie as my fifth now. If I do get Dal I'd think it was meant to be. I'm such a romantic... then again that's what my Dad said too... "if you get Dalhousie then you're fated to go la."
Nothing much to report... there's an interesting site I found a while ago. http://www.markryden.com. It's an artist's site. He did the Michael Jackson 'Dangerous' album cover. If you're too bored and have nothing to do =) and http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com if you feel like reading about other people's secrets. Some of the postcards were featured on some music video too. They update every Sunday so ya get new dirty little secrets to read. Some of them are quite stupid.
I have a little bit of a writer's block. As everyone should have deduced by now. I have had the time to write but everytime I'm staring at the new stark white box of a type your all important post window my fingers just can't do any talking (all this mostly either in uni or at Amelia's house but I'm in uni just right now... getting some stuff for AIR topic. Yes,I have become hardworking. I am doing my AIR topic =P then again I only pick-up when there's an exam or when there's AIR topic and occasionally when I like my PBL topic. Blah, too many things bore me too easily). Nothing philosophical or entertaining comes crashing through... not even something poetically sad (but what is entertainment to you? Is this entertaining? =P). You, dear reader, would have noticed by now, that I'm not even making complete sense (Haha!). I'm just babbling along until something interesting comes through. Oral diarrhoea... or should that be digital diarrhoea? I don't seem to have anything very important or meaningful to say these days. Just write-up after write-up of how fun life is when there's drink and friends and lots of very high decibel music blasting in one's ears. And more pictures... then again a picture is worth more than words... but that's up to the viewer's interpretation, some people just can't get more than two words out of a picture so no more 'a picture is worth more than a thousand words'. Was that interesting? Haha. Maybe I'm just getting bored of blogging. If I am, it's the end of a very long addiction to writing about my everyday life for everyday people to read so that their everyday life isn't so boring because my life is more boring than their's is. If not, you get more stories =P
I'm watching 'House MD'. It's amazingly excellent and so far after 12 episodes of it I'm still hooked with no signs of just going through the motions of finishing a season because I've started and just want to get to the end so I know what happens to the poor guy/girl/gay/lesbian/jilted lover/widow/sick child/whatever. Although now I am starting to be very sarcastic around people and talking alot like the grumpy good doctor himself. But it's only be two days. And I'm usually at home anyway so no one's been hurt. I doubt I'll ever be bitter enough to be as big a sensitive jerk as Dr. House is in every episode. At least I hope I don't. If they made every CSU video like an episode of House, more of us would remember it. But I doubt our lecturers are very good actors, maybe a bottle of vodka and some dramatic hospital-drama-like music would do the trick.
Sidenote: I had hospital visit today. Parle vous Anglais? Finally a patient who speaks English!! I could finally ask all the questions I wanted to ask without having to think out the answer in my head first. I was happy about that today. Didn't think hospital visit was as much a waste of time as I usually do =)
But then again Van Ren read something in the newspaper about sensitive jerks the other day and how the 'Perfect Guy' is a sensitive jerk. At first I thought the article was codswallop (this I got from a book I borrowed from Amelia. It's supposed to be synonymous with 'bollocks', 'rubbish', 'crap'... yep) but as she read on, the article turned out to be quite true. So this is the sensitive jerk (what I remember of it anyway... or what I think it should be. So much of memory is tampered by emotion anyway... doesn't matter right? As long as it entertains you =P keep in mind it is a female's point of view. Read with a touch of rationale. Haha! At least I admit we women never make sense). The sensitive jerk is a guy who is a typical man's man, who's egotistical and chauvinistic, who will say crude things at the most inconvenient of times, who will not say anything at the most confusing of times and who basically gets on your nerves because you think he's such an ass but the surprise comes when this so-called jerk can transform with cinderella-like proportions into Mr. Sugary Sweet Prince Charming when you least expect it and be the gentlemen who holds the door for you, who realizes you are tired and decides not to disturb you, who even though gets tiresomely bored of hearing a blow-by-blow of your day still sits patiently and listens anyway, who'll quietly do all the things he feels would make your day happier but without you knowing just so he can have the pleasure of seeing you happy at the end of the day. Why am I so dreamy suddenly? Blaming it on digital diarrhoea. Haha.
Getting bored and tired of sitting... I shall go do more sitting at home where I shall be gouging my brain out with more House. Maybe not gouging... gently nudding it so it'll wake up from 'it's still 3 weeks to CNS snooze mode'. Ya well... more general nothings another day =)