That aside, after Bio paper 1 on Thursday- which was disheartening- TSF, est and I watched Harry Potter: The Goblet Of Fire and we arrived at the following conclusions: 1) Hermione wore a rag to the ball 2) Daniel Radcliff is probably not going to get an Oscar nomination, ever. 3) Don't watch a movie with Marlom, he does the stupidest things at the most inappropriate times. After Hermione, in her excellent thespian ways collapsed against a pillar saying emphatically, "Everything's going to change isn't it, Harry?" and then some nonsense about writing letters every week, the credits rolled. (it'll be quite funny if I actually stopped here.) The muggle trio that was us waited, by Est's insistence, for the end of the credits. When we realised that the movie was devoid of perfunctory cleaners, we did a very bad thing after that. We sneaked into another theatre to watch Zathura. Zathura was rather interesting, though a tad superficial. I find it amazing that a couch can actually undergo combustion in a vacuum, but such is the state of horrendous movie physics, it's useless to split hairs over it. Besides, we were so convulsed with laughter at our guts that everything seemed hilarious. I know, we're just pathetic this way. It can't be helped if as elites, we have not been tempted into any form of vice except pre-marital sex, cigarettes, the occasional gamble and alcohol abuse.
When Zathura closed happy and nice, we made our escape to the exit and exclaimed what an urban adventure that was. Imagine that, $2.15 for TWO movies. Isn't that a steal.
I went to TSF's house the next day and under the general consensus to watch movies that did not require our immense intellectual prowess we rented Bend it Like Beckham (which she gushed over and over and over whenever Jonathan Rhys Meyers appeared) and Scary Movie 3 (which was so stupid it left us in stitches).
And today, I had breakfast at Golden Mile Food Centre, some- critically acclaimed by Makan Sutra, Chilli Noodles, renewed my passport at ICA and spent the next few hours shopping for my GradNite apparel, which cost a bloody $187 for the top half alone. So there's that, one strike off my list and now to get myself aptly presentable, I have to book a date with my plastic surgeon. Ladeda, I've to pack my suitcase for Germany, buy silly army stuff and go for tons of chalets. Wow. Suddenly my life was injected with heroin. Kewl. By the way, any tips on the army shopping list, I'm still trying to look for reversible underwear and an invisibility cloak.
And today, I had breakfast at Golden Mile Food Centre, some- critically acclaimed by Makan Sutra, Chilli Noodles, renewed my passport at ICA and spent the next few hours shopping for my GradNite apparel, which cost a bloody $187 for the top half alone. So there's that, one strike off my list and now to get myself aptly presentable, I have to book a date with my plastic surgeon. Ladeda, I've to pack my suitcase for Germany, buy silly army stuff and go for tons of chalets. Wow. Suddenly my life was injected with heroin. Kewl. By the way, any tips on the army shopping list, I'm still trying to look for reversible underwear and an invisibility cloak.