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Sunday, May 06, 2007

I realise i am great at procrastinating. Now maybe if i was just as great at doing other stuff i'd be more productive.

Really dreading my group meeting tmr because something tells me it's going to be very pointless. They don't even check their freakin email to know that i've sent them articles relating to the assignment, and that was Friday. Sent them a friendly sms reminder about tmr's meeting and still no response. I sure hope that means they got it.

I really hate group assignments.
At least if it's an individual one where you screw up and you do badly, it's your fault. Plus, you can take your time.

Oh yes,
went to watch 'Because I Said So' last night with Julie, Steph and Lynne. We used the family discount voucher in the Entertainment Book, haha. 2 adult + 2 children tickets for $35, woo! Somehow the cheap tickets didn't make the movie more enjoyable. It was the crappiest chick flick i've ever watched. Okae so i could've told myself that before watching it but Julie was so keen so i gave in.

Diane Keaton just really gets on my nerves. I mean what the hell is with her clothes and i'm surprised her stylist didn't tell her that those belts don't suit her and that maybe she should get better clothes. Or maybe she was too annoying and so they didn't bother. I hated how she thought she was cute, being the meddling mother and all. I'm sorry Diane, it just wasn't working for you.

The dialogue in the movie was TERRIBLE and some bits were very unnecessary - i.e. the mother screwing her daughter's bf's dad and getting her first orgasm, because apparently she never had one and asked her daughter what it felt like. How gross is that, why the hell would you ask your daughter a question like that ??!! What made it worse was that her daughter (played by Mandy Moore) actually answered the question ... IN DETAIL.

Irrelevant part #2: all the old people in the cooking class start pashing each other after seeing Millie & Johnny (Mandy Moore & Gabriel Macht). It's traumatising enough to see all that, then you see two old ladies going at it, aahhh !!!

Incidentally, there were 2 old ladies sitting behind us who kept chuckling at all the sexual innuendo. Quite disturbing. I guess the only consolation was that they weren't pashing each other.

Anywayy, i apologise if i wrecked the movie for anyone (although i seriously doubt it). So please don't waste your money even if you have vouchers. Worst chick flick ever!

Hmm oh yes, then we went to have coffee where we were approached by these drunken oldies (ok maybe not so old, but old enough to be parents). It was a one-lane road with parallel parking on the left and Julie had to quickly go into the parking spot so she wouldn't block traffic. At the same time there was a car behind us trying to get out so Julie had to wait for the person to leave before adjusting the car.

While waiting, one of the men from the drunken group of oldies comes up to the car, taps the window and says, "excuse me, are you mad or do you just not know how to park?"
To which our response was, "we haven't finished parking yet and it's none of your business anyway!"

After that they just stood on the street WATCHING us as Julie parked the car properly. It wasn't even any of their business because they were just pedestrians walking to their car. We weren't even blocking traffic and we were still sitting in the car with the engine on. Doesn't that indicate that we haven't finished parking the car?!

Bloody hell. Really got us irritated.

So that was my Saturday night, the least exciting one in a long long time.
At least we didn't end up going clubbing ... unlike someone i know, haha.
"Eh i have a bad feeling we're going to end up in Metros tonight"
(correction: it was just you, nick)

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