Ahoy landlubbers, savvy?

About 3-4 days absent from blogging was natural as I finally felt the weight of assignments yet going out a lot at the same time as a way to de-stress. Not that I felt any real stress at the moment.. not yet anyway.

So on Wednesday night, Andy with Shawn in his car picked me up and the three of us went to Putra Heights to visit Angela who was back from UK with all the minor sexy British accents surfacing and coating her words, particularly ‘yeah’ and ‘no’.

Then Thursday after college at about 2.45pm, the whole 9 of us - all classmates - went to Pyramid to watch Pirates of the Carribean 2: Dead Man’s Chest at 4.45pm.

A look at the side of my college’s concourse.

A short review: For a very long movie for 2 hours and 30 minutes it was quite entertaining, but because most of us (myself included) felt bloody tired for some reason, it didn’t have the spectacular glow to it, something that every movie-goer who has just watched a particularly excellent, affecting movie must feel an alternate reality encapsuling their current dimension for at least half an hour after leaving the cinema. Even X-Men 3 leaves me with a “Wow, I wish I have Jean’s powers” and began imagining how I would utilise said powers on a hellbent mission to tear the world apart to bring joy and peace and stop the war currently going on between Israel and Lebanon.

:D

Anywayyyy. I love Captain Jack Sparrow for his eccentricities and Johnny Depp reprising the role once more meant all sorts of absurb scenes that would make you laugh out loud. I thought the storyline was so very the bloody good and original, and because Dead Man’s Chest is half of a complete, whole sequel movie with a third one in the making, the rather abrupt ending at the climax was quite a put-off (as in “WE WANT MORE!”) but set off a nice pace and possible beginning for PotC3.

The action scenes, CGI, whatever, were all at their highest quality as well. But again, due to external factors or whatever the lot of us were feeling at that time, PotC2 was a great movie - a few of us said it was boring - but because the movie’s elements and after-effects left me completely the moment I got out of my chair, I’m gonna give it a 3.5/5. But hey remember it’s particularly biased to my tiredness anyway.

God knows how this movie will turn out to be like, and the slogan cracked me up to no end: ...enjin motor ni takkan mati selagi aku tak mati sekali. AHAHHAHAHHA!! We’ll see you in the newspapers reporting your crashes. :)

Friday afternoon saw my group-mates for the Human Communication group project at Burger King SS15 eating most of the time, supposed to discuss on some vague topic of selecting scenes in a movie that has interpersonal communication and explain it (I lost the question), me recommending Crash since I seem to vaguely remember several scenes that fit the bill (the Jewish [I think?] guy and a Mexican [I can’t remember their nationalities/races] plumber who have communication breakdown).

So with the exception of Kenneth (who has the same exact laptop and bag as me) who had to go back, we went to my house (I went in Kent’s car with Jo Vie, and Andy alone in his car), and I popped in my Crash DVD into my laptop in utter anticipation only to discover it couldn’t be played. Dragging my television and inserting it into my semi-old semi-broken DVD player resulted the same except that the words ‘Please check disc’ appeared.

..Of course it meant a complete waste of petrol and time and effort since the last time I watched the movie the disc was still fine, so I felt a tad guilty. But Andy and the rest then began to talk in rapid Mandarin about relationships and whatnot so being slightly wiser to the language, I could only pick up about 40% about what was being said while the rest can be pretty much guessed through facial expressions and gestures.

When signs of heavy rain were brewing at 3pm plus, we left my house and both Andy and I went to Burger King Taipan (complete with the BK cups we picked up from BK SS15 so we wouldn’t have to pay again) to finish off our Accounting homework which was dumped onto us on one fine day like a mountain of trash.

Sighh.

Didn’t actually finish the homework, so we went back home, initially wanted to swim as usual at SLC at this specific day, but then Andy phoned me while I was just about to tuck in to my dinner in front of my laptop saying he had something on - some dinner with his family I presume - and so couldn’t go.

It was fine with me since I had a little flu going on plus my right ear was still blocked (and still is, at the time of writing). Thursday afternoon when we had a one-hour break, I went to Klinik Ooi nearby at SS15 as the doctor is very friendly and knowledgeable (and the clinic is one of my dad’s company’s panel clinics), but the only downside is, like that day itself, even though there were only 3 people ahead of me I had to wait for like 40 minutes till my turn. I actually felt like a young adult for once, since I didn’t have my parents around with me anymore when they did so every single time I was sick and had to go to the doctor.

Was slightly late for class, but already had Bryan helping me out with my books/bag and everything. :)

At about 10pm after making some phone calls and SMSes, I picked up Jess and Heng in my car and went to Tanjung; Jon and Ding came a minute after we arrived, then the rest (Suet, Andy, Geok Leng, Shawn) started to fill in and talked and talked as usual. In fact, most of us saw plenty of familiar faces around, like Jess and her Seafield friends, Julia, Siew Keat, Jerm and Ramesh, etc. Went back at 1am when we were finally tired.

Then yesterday being Saturday and all, I woke up at about 12.30pm or so, went online etc, then finally worked on my horrible Malaysian Studies assignment (due end of this month) at about 4pm till 7pm before I had to go for dinner with my family at SS19’s Park Way.

Then at nearly 9.45pm, I picked up Heng and went to Shawn’s house where Yen was crouching on the sofa immensely disgusted and terrified by the proceedings of House of Wax. We saw down and watch the last half of the movie which was decidedly brutal, violent and.. yeah, disgusting.

Shawn came home for a short while before going out to the airport with Ryui Bynn again, so the three of us engaged in very entertaining mahjong at student rate, and it was one of the several ways I entertain myself on the weekends (since you could still converse with two other mahjong players and play this healthy ancient Chinese mind-game at the same time). Very engaging, as I actually won and lost a fair bit, until Shawn took over at 1am plus or so, and my losses went downhill since then, having not won at all. =___=

At about 2.45am we phoned Andy who was still awake (by checking whether he was still online on MSN, but didn’t reply us), picked him up and went to Tanjung for a quick bite since we were all hungry. Then Shawn fetched us to this USJ 11 field where it was all pitch-black save for several lamp-posts in the distance.

Ohhhh guess what we did lah. It’s possibly crazy, but at 3am plus we sat on this bench with tiers (similar to the one you could find at the MPSJ stadium) opposite an open but fenced up futsal court, directly beneath a tree with extending branches. It was all pretty eerie for me since my overactive mind began to imagine things prancing about in the middle of the field and grotesque heads popping out of the tree.

So we sat there, chatting, Heng playing a Freekick game on Shawn’s newly rented but kinda old Samsung slide-phone, with complete silence around us save for our soft voices and the occasional car that passed by with bright headlights, and my bloody right ear kept ringing slightly that it quite rather annoyed me.

In fact, after looking at the rather peaceful field around us, I took out my handy camera and was about to snap a photo of the dark yet serene surrounding when Heng and Andy both stopped me from doing so, saying “you wouldn’t want to do that”, in case any immaterial/bouncing/floating things popped up in my camera.

I’m not a very superstitious guy, but sometimes when it comes to ghosts and whether to believe whether they somehow exist or not, it’s hard to believe in anything anymore when I had two non-face-to-face real encounters, one at my own house and one at SMK Tinggi Klang at their scout’s campfire, that sometimes those horror movies with utterly brutally ugly and violent ghosts could actually scare me into coma having the same fear I have of the dark when I was a kid - but hey, if I’ve never actually seen one, ghosts can actually be like Casper the Friendly Ghost and all gentle and genial stuffs ya know? *comforts self*

I reached home at 4am plus. It was a good night spent after all, all the while ignoring the fact that my assignment was still partly unfinished, I have my Accounting homework left undone, and my first exam is encroaching in 4-5 days time.