So today I went out to watch Cloverfield by MYSELF. I have to say, it was awesome! Less mature people wouldn't get much satisfaction from it though, my taste in films is rather peculiar for my age. Perfect example, I actually thought The Fountain was a really good film. The concept was really good, also was the message. However, it was very inconsistent despite the surely amazing visuals. Although the music was fucking repetitive. To be honest, I thought Penny Dreadful was potentially a really good slasher flick. What brought it down was how long it was, lack of another place of events, random speech and completely non-likeable characters.

So Cloverfield, all-in-all a great monster/blair witch project-esque film. I highly recommend giving it a watch. Try watching it alone (if you can handle it). It all adds to the experience of cinema. I know some of you would say I've turned into a fucking loner (laughs), but isn't it better to watch films without someone who you also need to pay attention to? I mean, watching a film is all about secluding yourself from the outside world into the realm the film brings you into.


After the flick, bought some credit and went back up to Solitude. I love going there, I feel so independent and posh (big cheesy grin). Not to mention sophisticated. Apparently I randomly met this guy who was having problems with connecting to Solitude's Wi-fi. I explained to him what could've went wrong. I would say as a "thank you", he gave me his password for the Wi-fi.

Wait a minute, does that mean Solitude changes their passcode EVERYTIME a user wants to connect? Or are they earning extra bucks for giving out the SAME passcode? Fuck! If it was the second thing, I could've kept that piece of paper with the passcode written on it that he gave me!

Anyway, while enjoying my Cafe Mocha and Chocolate Muffin Pa Iring and his family noticed me through the glass outside. I went out to greet them, I told them I was alone and they seemed very surprised. So I tried to cover my ass and say that I might meet up with some friends later. Much LOL's going through my mind at that time... (LOL, :D).

I finished up my food and drink and then realized I haven't contacted anyone to pick me up! Fuck, I used the headset on my (i)Phone (yes, hate me) so it looked like I was listening to music. Mind you, people hardly notice the rectangular mic attached on the right earphone cable (which is also placed near the mouth/chin). Therefore, as I was in a call people thought I was crazy! This was evident when I sat on the sofa in The Centerpoint's lobby. I was like, "Hello? Hello~?" and the guy on the sofa diagonal to mine gave me a glared look and started walking away frantically! I bought another coffee at Coffee Bean just before that. Do you know what impression people have when some guy with frizzy hair, holding a brown bag with a straw sticking out of it (and drinking from it) while seemingly listening to his mp3 player (but actually SOSing to be picked up) looks like? A bum! Hahahahahahah. I was wearing posh stuff though, FCUK shirt and Ecko jeans. So people my age didn't have the wrong idea (phew).

Nearly an hour passed by, I called my mum for some last hope. As things turned out, she was already on the way (yay). Later she arrived, went home and end of story.

Life's a ball, roll with it.

¬ fryzzy