Rabid people.

RABID PEOPLE.

(Written on Friday, 21/11 @ approx 7.30 pm)

So. I went to watch Quarantine today. Stupidest bloody movie I’ve ever seen in my life. No, wait, I take that back. High School Musical is the stupidest movie I’ve ever seen. But Quarantine’s a close second. Why are Brunei cinemas not showing Twilight? Idiots.

I saw Barry at the cineplex. Him and his friends turned out to be the noisiest and craziest people in the cinema. It was pretty hilarious. You had to be there to know. What was supposed to be some gory horror flick turned into a crazy-ass comedy. Fun.

Anyway, I’m so damn pissed about all this farewell lunch/dinner/party/whatever-the-f*ck-it-is… I was gonna type 2 long paragraphs full of expletives to vent but I decided not to. It’s a really long story and I won’t even be around when they have it so it doesn’t involve me anymore (yet I’m still wrapping the chocolates, writing the invites and hand-delivering everything) and I don’t give a damn what happens. The end.

In other news: Yay yay, I’m going back to Malaysia on Sunday! FINALLY. Seriously, that is the only thing keeping me sane right now. This week has been so hectic, which is why I haven’t been online at all.

W00t, Vince and Sam won TARA 3! I’m glad Geoff and Tisha didn’t win. Geoff is the most annoying git I’ve ever seen in my life. Actually no, one of the most annoying. Poor Tish, I wonder how she can stand him.

I haven’t done anything on my to-do-before-November-23rd list because of the planning of the stupid farewell which I won’t even be attending after all. Dumb right?

And oh, I never mentioned that I went to Coffee Bean with Ya Wen and Chai last Saturday. Lulz. It was pretty funny. The secrets of the universe! xD

Also went bowling (randomness) with Munibah and Nazirah on Monday. It was… chaos. Although I won! Nyahaha. We ended up having to walk home in the rain and my feet nearly fell off. Torture, I tell you. I’m never walking anywhere ever again. Unless it’s air-conditioned.

So, tonight I need to wrap all the chocolates, write all the invitations… and like, kill myself. I have an early morning tomorrow to attend pointless Speech Day rehearsal. Blegh.
I haven’t even packed my luggage for Sunday yet. It’s always a struggle deciding which shoes to bring with me and which to leave behind…

I WANNA GO ONLINE!!!
AND I WANNA PLAY SIMS!!!
AND I WANNA BUY THE DECEMBER ISSUE OF SEVENTEEN!!! (But stupid Brunei bookstores don’t sell them yet. Why do I gotta live in such a backward country anyway?!)
AND I DON’T WANNA DO ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT DUMB USELESS FAREWELL!!!

ARGGHH!!!

Um, okay… maybe some of that psycho rabid-ness crossed over from the cinema screen into me.
Or maybe it’s PMS.