Monday, March 10, 2008

BLOATED FROM POPCORN

Caught The Leap Years today with Shaun and I freaking ate like 3/4 paper bucketful of popcorn and fuck, I'm like a friggin popcorn balloon from all the gas that's in my tummy. If methane was helium, I'd have probably floated metres away.

The Leap Years' pretty good although I've heard poor reviews about it (then again, almost all movies have bad reviews about them. That's why they have Rotten Tomatoes). It's not bad in my opinion because you've got your cute male actor starring in the movie and the plot's not bad, albeit Shaun thinks that they shouldn't have had the ending of the movie right in the smack of the beginning of the movie.

Then again, that's probably how they wanted to direct the movie; have the story drift in and out from the past and present.

Funny though, cus in the movie, there were alot of discrepancies.

  • In the front part of the The Leap Years, we all know that Li-Ann is a right handed, and suddenly, when she and Dyllan (her daughter) rushed to the hospital upon hearing that Jeremy miraculously awoke on their anniversary date from his coma, she becomes a left-handed. Oh, so now what you're telling me that wives of coma-stricken men become ambidextrous after their husbands wake up from comas?
  • We all know that the cute actor, Jeremy, has a mole on his face. Then how in the world did his mole disappear from his face when he was in coma? Zapped it off using the radiation from the machines beside him?
  • How could her daughter (sort of daughter. Well, technically, her step daughter) not know how to pronounce her step mother's name? Li ANN like Ngee ANN City, not Li AN, like how you pronounce AN elephant.
Other than that, it's a pretty good movie! 3 out of 5 popcorns.

Went to the Mosaic Music Festival today. Oh, in case some of you have trouble pronouncing Mosaic (I know I have issues with pronouncing that word, and Saturday. I pronounce it like Sa-durr-day), it's pronounced as MO-ZAY-ACT. Just say it twice as fast. 

Took 2 videos of these men in Irish quilt singing a song from Johnny Cash, whereby they changed the lyrics to Singapore LAH. Kinda hilarious when they started to speed up the song and reciting Singapore streets' names as fast as if they were Irish rappers. 

So to sum the entire day up, I watched a movie for $6, drank Virgin Margarita (since I'm still fucking underage), filled up my tummy with pop-corn and I got into a close encounter with a lady with a mole stubble. 

I found it particularly... funny yet sympathetic towards people who have moles that have seeds of hair. So instead of having hair on your head, you also have hair growing out of your mole such that you probably need shampoo for it.

I asked myself and Shaun (after getting his corn facial and waiting for mole stubbled auntie to be done with the cup of corn) whether he would keep the hair on the mole or constantly trim it and cut it. 

I mean, it's a life decision you know.

He said that he would shave it. 

'But a mole is like an extra piece of meat (while typing this out, I was wondering if God had made pigs have moles with sized of an eye, we'd have more meat. But whatever since I don't eat meat), so to shave the hair from your mole means like you'll be slicing a piece of your meat off!'

He thought for a while and then said that he'd just have the follicle laser-ed off.

And so, I started arguing that it isn't possible because even with leg's permanent hair removal schemes, bloody fuzzy hair grows out after a few months anyway . Or so I've heard. But he still stucked firmly to his belief that permanent hair removal means really PERMANENT. Literally.

The worst kind of mole hair that you want it to be in the 'eh, I'm not sure if I want the mole hair or not'. Because that's when mole stubble happens. I'm fucking serious. Mole stubble.

Stubbles are sexy. Not on ladies, please for God's sake. 

The corn auntie had her mole with white hair sticking out, probably like a cm long. It looks horridly wrong and absolutely sinful if God of Moles ever existed. 

At first, I thought it was like those 'shaving mistake plasters' where you slap it on your face if you got cut by the shaver while shaving your mustache or goatee or beard. 

So I shrugged it off and BAM! It hit me. FUCK. NO. WOMEN DON'T FUCKING SHAVE THEIR FACES. 

So I stared at the plaster for a good 5-10 seconds while Shaun was enjoying the mist from the corn pot getting his facial (oblivious and very happy) and I realised that it's a mole stubble. 

Holy shit.

I wonder if there's any mole therapy where people go in there to have doctors prescribe them medication to be proud of their moley hairs.




Holy shit. Its already 12.23A.M. And I've got meeting tomorrow and skating with Shaun with his crew and I'm not asleep. OKOKOK, I'm gonna go off now. I hope tomorrow doesn't rain and I hope his crew and him wouldn't smack their head on the concrete upon seeing me skate because I haven't skated for the longest time ever and it makes me wonder if I can effing balance on the deck itself. 

That's how out of touch I've been


QUOTES FROM TODAY:

'Oh, if I've got mole hair, I'll probably pleat it.'
'But what if you've got only 2 strands of mole hair?'
'I'll make it a dreadlock.'

'GASP! SAM!'
'Chey. Heroes, season 1 only what. I want the season 2 one.'
'They're on the fucking strike damnit. Besides season 2 isn't even finished yet.'
LONG PAUSE
'Oh. Is the strike over already?'
'Yes, it's over already dummy.'
'Oh, so they got back to work huh.'
'Yeah, they got back to work.'


PS. I'll update the video another time. Internet's fucked up cus it's so damn slow and it's pissing me off and I wanna catch up on my sleep.


 
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