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oscar-worthy you may not be, but oh ootp your pretty cinematography and snape have captured my heart. actually in retrospect the film didn't feature the order of the phoenix as much as i woulda spected, considering, yknow.. its title. BUT STILL. the fight scene in the department of mysteries made the entire thing (and it didn't feel like a draggy 2 hours 18 mins at all) worth the trip.
yeah so i woke up at elevenish which didn't leave much time to do much before having to leave my house to meet the other wesleyan frosh and ting at café cartel city hall around 1. because my pc is perpetually in throes of death, i spent 11.15 to 11.30 waiting for it to stutter itself to life, the next 15 mins checking my e-mail, then thunder and lightning did their thang outside my window and the com died so it took me another 40 mins to resurrect the entire bloody operation.
i met rajeeta and vernie again, ting and ivan maulana (who acted in macbeth with mcconnell in may, apparently... i couldn't tell how serious he was) for the first time. ivan brought his friend ahmad along also, because that's how they roll, apparently. they were supposed to go at 2 plus to buy RJ pe t-shirts for uni haha. in the end though, only sam the responsible working woman left early whilst everyone else hung around to watch ivan work his charm on the manager to earn us 30% discount, siyou swung by just as vernie got her ice cream, and we all walked to the train together, an act which consolidated our newfound status as uh.. friends. i guess. i went down the wrong escalator because i was on the phone with stef and wasn't paying attention, and the other two town-bound people also followed me down the wrong escalator. let it not be said that i have no leadership skills.
ting went off to watch asian boys vol. 3 (saturday!), which left ahmad and i waiting for our respective group of friends so he bought me some ice cream and we just whiled the time away talking nonsense. when i tells idiot sam, of course her predictable response is something bordering on racism/ignorance: "some of that brotha/sista thing goin' on ah. OMG SORRY cannot resist."
also, i ran out of regular laurier just now so my mom brought back some free sample pads she got from this woman promoting a new skincare/beauty brand near joo chiat. this particular brand of sanitary napkin boasts "soothing properties", courtesy of aloe vera extract. when they say soothing, they mean it makes your f'in chocha feel like it's sucking on clorets, the ULTRA SPEARMINT ONE. it's one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life, barring those that cause actual pain. members of the female race would do well to stay well away of aforementioned aloe vera pads. clean socks are your friend, according to my it's a girl thing book, which i'm sure sam remembers vividly :D
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