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"i promise never to kill tarrance again"
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okay that quote was from starsky and hutch which i caught on dvd a couple of days ago. considerably entertaining but then again i might be biased because i have a thing for retro-themed flicks.

also caught inside man with nich, which didn't really live up to the 4.5/5 rating filmcritic.com ( the only film review site i trust ) gave as i didn't really appreciate the slow pacing which i presume was to create suspense but it didn't go down well on an impatient person like me. clive owen was rather delice, i've noticed him since closer. this is a good movie of its genre but it pales in comparision to my favourite heist movie of all times which is ocean's eleven and twelve.

in other news, i have been sacked from tcc. boo hoo hoo. i'm not particularly affected by it but why must it come just as when i'm beginning to forge a sort of affection for the outlet ? the reason for my dismissal was for my no-show twice. its a long story but i'm still pissed with my extremely insensitive outlet manager. allow me to quote the bastard

"i don't care if you have an MC ! you just can't report sick at the last minute!"

whatever.

my exams are next week and i have been doing everything but revise the past few days. instead i have been frolicking / feeding my growing alcohol habit / eating my heart out . very very bad.

but why do it today when you can do it tomorrow right ? LOL. okay lah , i shall start mugging on friday =D

today i had an interesting encounter on the train.

i was minding my own business and bopping away to the soundtrack of Saturday Night Fever ( yes that of the ah-ah-ah-ah-staying-alive fame ) on my pod when my canine-empowered nose detected a pleasant masculine scent and i looked up to see a strapping young man settle into the hard plastic seat in front of me.

he was nothing spectacular. just of your run-of-the-mill post-army boy clad in a preppy outfit which i thought was mightily well-coordinated. checked brown shirt , chocolate bermudas and black havainas. and he wore glasses. mega brownie points !

i didn't give him a second glance until a few mins later he took out a rather thick book from his NUM bag.

wow , i thought.

he reads !

i strained my eyes for a clearer view of what my intellectual boy was reading.

not the da vinci code please , i prayed silently. ( FYI : i have nothing against the DVC but it has come to my attention that some people think being seen reading this turns you into an instant genius to onlookers. wrong-o. )

and then i saw the title.

i gasped.

he was readin....

KAFKA ON THE SHORE !!!! ( of course this book might be dismissed as complete junk to all ye literary pretentious purists lol )

i was was very impressed and suddenly he morphed into this nondescript passenger into the King of the Cabin.

his face took on a clearer form and hey, he was actually good looking. chiselled frame, thick well shaped brows and a flawless mien. and then i saw his lips.

it had that cute litle bump in the middle of his upper lip which gave him a constant child-like pout. awwww !

now i can add on to my list of instant notch uppers in guys ( in no particular order )

1- army number 4s and police uniforms
2- glasses
3- goatees
4- book reader

now i sound like a man-crazy woman. okay so i am.

time for a few random shots.

had desserts at Bakerzin with nic after inside man.

he had a trio of dessert tapas , namely the raspberry panna cotta , floating island and chocolate shooter. the latter was very dismal , extremely lacklustre and nothing to shout about.


but the panna cotta was.... ooooooooooooooh.

to say it was orgasmic would be an understatement , no shit. it literally melts the moment it comes into contact with your tongue into a burst of heavenly tart creaminess spiked with vanilla.



and i had the usual, which is the warm chocolate cake. again i found it disappointing, it actually tastes similar to the one we ( nooooo fiona stop associating yourself with TCC ! ) urm , tcc has.



the objective of this photo is to show how "brave" i actually am to have the guts to sit in the middle of the road. i know nobody is impressed.



the photo which nic was ooh-ing and ahh-ing over because he apparently he thinks this is the only photo i look vaguely good in. and he is right , because it doesn't look like me at all.



may i present to you.. the secret juvenile lifes of two 24 year old MEN.



and below is an example of what 20 year olds really like to do when they have nothing else beter to fiddle with.



and thats all for now ! i am happy and content.

good night !

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listenin to : from the eurotrip movie - scotty doesn't know