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I May Be Out of Here Soon - Sunday, Aug. 21, 2005
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Thursday, Oct. 23, 2003
TUToW 2003
People with exams, take heed. This entry is not for you. However, seeing as you are stubborn and will still read this, fine. Just don't hate me afterwards, ok? Ok.
I think I would just explode. And not, because I'm angry or anything. I'm bored, yes. Depressed? Mm, no. I don't think so. But happy? Yes. I am! There's nothing like having a work-sleep-work routine over and over to drive you insane, and then make you crave for a crazy adventure. And when I said "crazy" or "adventure", it doesn't involve time travel like in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventures. But it does, however, involve Keannu Reeves. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's that time again -- in which we get to unglue our butts off our computer seats and actually GO to the cinema to ogle at our favorite kick-ass couple, Neo and Trinity (duh!), complete with their slick hairstyles and shades you're dying to try on but decided not to because you'll feel bad knowing that you'll NEVER look even half as good as those two.
And I'm not just talking about the third movie either. After whining about how the monotony of life was gradually killing me, God granted my prayers, just as I was about to resort to getting myself filthy drunk. Aaaand voila! Golden Village Cinema launches its Matrix Movie Marathon. Yes, a MARATHON. All three Matrix movies for the sweet price of only $20! Believe me, it warrants an 'only' right there. Because it's on a weekend and a movie (A MOVIE) costs about $8.50. But that's not the fun part. I get to watch the first movie at ... 11:30 pm. Ok, you're saying, "Ok. That's totally normal." And I'd go, "Yeah. But what about catching the second movie at 2:30 AM? Care to top that?" Now you can gasp. It's crazy! I know! And the third movie's at 6 am. Again, all kinds of crazy! And that is exactly why I am so going.
If I had one talent that is underrated, it's Staying Awake. Whether alone, or with company, I can keep my eyes open with no significant effects whatsoever to my conversation skills. Provided I had a long, uninterrupted sleep the previous night. And caffeine. Lots -- of caffeine. And also someone to talk to. Getting someone to go with me during the exam season was quite a challenge that I considered myself lucky to have dragged along a friend, who is now a working girl and thus immune to exams, like moi -- for only two more months. Anyway, I get to test this theory in the marathon, otherwise known as The Ultimate Test of Willpower 2003.
My weekend starts today and I'm just counting down the hours before I get off from work. Stacey's Mom, of which I only know one phrase ("Stacey's mom has got it going on") has been playing countless times in my head, which is beginning to hurt because I'm sleepy. I can't watch Kill Bill at the cinema because it's R(A) and I'm not yet 21. That is most shocking, I know. And all along I thought R(A) and R-18 movies are the same thing. Bummer.
Sigh. I need a life.
And more calcium.
Speaking of which, Health Update (coz it's not yet 5:30 pm): Neck and shoulders aching. Signs of fatigue and lots of denial over need for more calcium. Right leg feels fatter than left leg. Blame standing in MRT. And ball -- for bouncing off a tree root that I had to chase it all the way to the track. Yes, I played basketball despite of said neck and shoulder aches. Because I'm stubborn.
I've just discovered something. Seeing my reddish (?) cheeks, my friends would ask me what I just did (to have that color on my cheeks). And I'd tell them I did nothing. My cheeks just naturally acquires that color but I have no idea why or how. I've had coffee as my number one suspect. And then it occurred to me: I'm damn too excited all the time! I mean, if you don't hear me speak, you wouldn't know. But inside my head, I'm constantly cooking up ideas or crazy thoughts urgently in need of sharing. And I can't help it. Or I'm just this overly cheerful person who thinks of nothing but fun things and I do away with depressing thoughts as much as I can. Hence, the blushing schoolgirl look. Hence, the incessant talking. Hence, the exclamation points.
Excited!!!