what am i doing at this bizarre hour?
complete Chem tutorial after night out at the screens.

i've watched Memoirs of a Geisha. (sorry Shao Ning, didnt wait for you)
irresistible, my 1st show at the theatres ever since... er.. Pacifier?
its a great show, really, one of those which are ranked up there with The Pianist on my chart.

On top of that, i've managed to snatch away a huge poster of Memoirs of a Geisha. Coincidentally, the guy was changing posters at the cinemas, then i seized the golden opportunity and donned a sweet & courteous tone to request the ownership transfer. HAHA.
Initially, he said he needed to return it. But just as i turned and prepared to walk away disappointed, he rolled that thing up in a second and remarked ' don't tell anybody'.. HAHA.

i bounced myself into the theatre with my hands gripping the poster, like the number 1 fan of Memoirs of a Geisha. HAHA. so perk-ish right, so typically Singaporean. HAHA. Its now laid so purt-ily (prettily) out on the living room, shall pin it up tomorrow.
* i was thinking wouldn't it be kinda scary to wake up everyday to a white and bleached face, and blood-red lipstick added diminutively across it. hmm.. BRR.

Anyway, thats not the point. Geishas = prostitute??!! i really wanna beg to differ, but it revolves around that idea. i'm sleepy. So much to comment on, i'll say it verbally k.

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vin