I watched X-MEN 3: THE LAST STAND. I watched X3. I watched X3. Hahahahha. Its awhawhawhawsome.....and I'm not gonna tell anyone anytin until u have watched it. Muhuhahahaha. All I can say is it was overwhelming. It happened so fast...Wham! Bam! Without the thank you ma'am though...almost. THe action was X-treme. Pun obviously intended. A lot of plotlines were unaddressed. But I didn't regret any second. It was dat good. Bless you Brett Ratner wherever u are. It was a miracle for fans though it diverged alot from common X-lore. Not so sure non fans will enjoy it though. Its filled with so much...POW! Damn, i'm lost for words. Hahahaha. I've watched X-men 3: The last stand.
To my date tonite ,E, thank you for enjoying the movie with me. We know sumtin a whole lot of ppl don't know....and I'm not talkin about the main storyline (you noe wat i'm talkin about). For fans, don't forget to look out for stan lee's cameo again (dat guy kills me.Haha) and for guy's(ahem) you can expect to see 1) Rebecca Romjin Stamos in full birthday suit colour, 2)Shadowcat( for the young guys....she IS very cute, Dickhead) and 3) a near sex scene. Hahahaha. I'm loving this. Knowledge is power........Damn that was nerdy.

Dear readers, as u noe, i rarely speak from a personal point of view. But there will always be entries that betray me to reveal more than I would like to. Recent proceedings in the funny papers regarding blogs being a private journal versus a public punching bag seem to have stated my point. Though my blog will never receive the same human traffic, I dare not publish wat people identify as feelings since a blog's readers are most probably people the authors noe and cn relate to the subject matter personally. Thus, it would seem to be an open invitation to ur head, don't u think. So to those who hav or are paying for stupid mistakes on the net, i'd say u definitely fucked your own self.

I don't naturally blog everyday cause i'm not that desperate to share my thoughts and feelings to the planet. But I found a topic that is so irritating that i have to speak up. I'd like to declare that i hate attending malay weddings. Its not the unbearable colours of dress the visitors wear or the music that drills tunes in your head which never goes away when you half expect them to. Its not even the formality of greeting people you've never met in your entire life who claim to have seen you in diapers more than a decade ago. The thing about asian families is that they can get so large, you can get lost memorising their names and your relation to them. However the most irritable issue that I have overtaken a blog entry's worth is regarding the hot girls.
No, don't get me wrong. I love to see or at least be in the presence of hot girls as much as the next guy. But every time I walk into a malay wedding and getting a glance of one of 'em, my brain quickly manufactures an electric charge at the back of my mind alarming me of the fact that there is a fifty percent chance that you and the girl, no matter how different she may look to any of your direct family members, are related. As a learned pessimist, the words incest and inbreeding have already penetrated my thoughts ruining my whole god damn day.
So here's a quote from a book i'm reading lately. "Fuck. Shit. Etc."

She waits, unwittingly imagining what could have been. They've been playing the game for too long even before it became serious. Teasing and hinting profusely, oblivious to the world beyond them both. But for every step she took forward, he took one back. And when he was the one who made the move, she only responded with hesitation. "Why?" is the question that rings in her mind.Was the chemistry not right? No, they were a perfect combination. Even her friends thought so. She could easily recall the time when they bickered over something so insignificant in front of Becky, her best girlfriend. "My God! You two argue so much, you sound married!" she said. A smile crept across her face, though only a short-lived one. Why then has their relationship come to such an edge, to a point of ultimatum. Here she is at the bus station awaiting a sign from the heavens. Isn't this how it works? Fate will wait for the last minute until when the bus pulls up for her to leave before he arrives, rescuing with hugs and kisses to a life happily ever after. Just like in the movies...
Seconds seem like hours. Everyone around her moves so slowly, seemingly punishing her for all the sins committed through her life. "It's better this way," that was what he said, before leaving her in tears on her porch swing. How can it be better? Weren't they in love? Or was it a simple infatuation?
The gate opens, female voice speaks, "Attention to all passengers..." She waits, frozen feet rooted, facing the large the large entrance to the station. The last call jerked her from solitude. She couldn't wait any longer, any more. Her steps were slow and unwilling, kept her looking over her shoulder. Eyes red and sore, she could not shed another tear.
As the bus horned into existence and out onto the road, her pale face planted to the glass, still focused, scanning the crowd for an invisible man. "It's better this way," resounded in her thoughts.
Minutes pass before he stands up from his seat. Cap worn low, covering the glitter of sadness in his eyes. With steady strides, he leaves into the night, regret with every step.

Fantastical by M. Rushdy