Took this photo from ah rui's London tour photo gallery. Maybe it's time I start speaking in a language which no one around me can absolutely understand. You know, like those Gotcha! or Just for laughs lame pranks. Haaha, then i'll just look at them thinking they have all gone mad and i'm the only sane and normal one.

After a week of broadbandless, I've finally got my connection working again. How indispensible human inventions are. I wonder if I'm being teleported to some primitive place or time, how long can i survive there?

Guess sleeping in movies has become a pastime in the reality of my life. Slept for ten mins during pirates of caribbean before being shaken up. Well that movie outing itself was too exciting to begin with. We were at Sh*w H**se watching the 1130pm show. The movie started out jerky, with time lapses between the scenes and the sound. Five minutes into the show, pple started walking out of the theatre. Moments later, almost half of the fully-packed cinema was empty. We soon walked out only to join the long angry queue outside the ticketing counter. The poor ticketing lady, manager, and ushers were struggling to do their job well. In the end, we were given 2 options :1) refund, 2) tickets to a later show. We chose the latter, and ended up watching the 1245am movie. Guess with all this excitment, at least i'm proud to say that I only fell asleep for ten minutes this time round.

The only other exciting movie outing was the time when i encountered a blackout 15 minutes into the movie. Of course Singaporeans, being Singaporeans, started hurling some grumbles and complains(no profanity yet). After about 5 mins of total darkness (REAL DARKNESS), the electricity resumed, and the movie started all over again (i think). Actually, i can't even remember what movie it was, or who i watched with. What a bad memory I have.

One more interesting film I've just caught: King and the clown. Though more well known for being the "brokeback mountain of korea" and the androgynous pretty male lead, I was more impresssed with its underlying themes. The poignant moments leading up to the downfall of the tragic hero, to the inevitable tragic ending: A well-crafted melodrama indeed. Reminds me of my schooling days when film and book criticisms were something I loathed to do simply because I had to do it. After the burden had been put down, I somewhat enjoy it. The skills learnt stayed on with me for life and they have really enriched the way I view things and people. I particularly must thank Mr Reynolds, my JC Lit tutor. Though we really hated him then, I would never have gone this far without him.

¶ 10:40 pm