It’s 4.31pm and I must not take that jinxing afternoon nap although I’m so sleepy I bet I could fall asleep faster than you can say ‘Ah.’ So anyways, let me tell you about my favourite website, www.imdb.com. Unless you don’t know about it already, it’s the ‘Internet Movie Database, the biggest, best, most award-winning movie site on the planet’ and being a sort of a movie junkie, I visit the website on a daily basis. Sometimes hourly basis, depending on how bored I am.
It’s got quotes, juicy news about celebrities, a universe-ful of info about movies and things like that. I’ve watched 70 out of the 250 top films as rated by users. A pittance, a pittance. Some of the movies in the top 250 are pretty damn whacked. Toy Story? Uh .. seriously? Did a thousand twelve year-olds vote?
But that aside, it’s still slightly entertaining. Prior to watching a movie, I’d check it out a bit and sometimes read the message boards and ruin the entire movie experience because some fuckers reveal the entire plot in the message titles and they get flamed by other users like me for it. Just like when I went to watch The Prestige. Someone accidentally let the big huge cat outta the bag, a cat so crucial that it made the movie totally unexciting because I already knew how it’d end and what the twist was.
Anyways, yesterday I believe I cooked the worst tasting meal in maybe six years (roughly six years ago, I cooked some soup and it turned out green in colour). I ran out of rice, so I ran along to the corner shop to buy some. Didn’t realize that what I bought was ready-cooked rice. Ghastly. Never buy those even if you’re starving and if you don’t get anything to eat in two minutes your stomach would start digesting itself. I cooked what was possibly the yuckiest tom yum in the history of tom yum. Put too much lemon and the whole thing tasted so much like horse piss I threw it away.
And big me decided to experiment with the ingredients I had. I marinated my chicken in garlic, sugar, salt and lemon. Dipped the chicken in corn flour and added some ginger to boot. Turned out tasting like nose booger. Not very nice. In the end I had two slices of bread and cheese for dinner. Lesson very well learnt. Lemon is the stuff of professionals, and professional cook I am not.
Also, why am I using a slightly larger font size?
Answer:
I was reading some guy’s blog and his font size was set to small and I got so annoyed by it but it was really interesting I couldn’t stop reading despite the annoyance. Bigger is better, anyhow, innit?
And, for the record, somebody (who thought very highly of himself. pffft. what a joke) once told me that you find out who you really are when you go away from home. I’d like to tell him to keep his b.s. to himself and seriously just cut the crap. He’s embarrasing himself and he doesn’t even know it. Pity.
I pray I never, ever, end up like him. If I do, please grab the nearest tuna fish you can find and slap me across the head with it.
Truth is, I’ve never been more unsure about who I really am since I got here. I’m not too sure about many things anymore. But two things I’m pretty damn sure of:
#1 - Personally, I think that he’s trying real hard to convince himself that he’s a good person and etc. He’s doing a pretty swell job doing that as well but you what? There ain’t nowt underneath it all. He’s so fake he’d beat Paris Hilton in that department with just the wink of an eye. Whoa, bitchings yeah. With that, I close my book on him.
#2 - I miss my someone, and that someone thrills me so much, baby. Really knows how to make me guffaw like an idiot, that someone does.
O frustration.
