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Wednesday, October 27, 2004


I just came back from a movie. Wow not too bad wor. Quite a nice and upbeat show. No boring moments, it gave you everything from the beginning of the show till the ending. No beat around the bush. It was certainly good. About a man who accidentally filmed down a bunch of corrupted cops being involved in a transaction and killed the 2 innocents. Thereafter those "cops" went to search for this man. Ultimately they did(which was the beginning of the movie), they caught the woman( the main character in the movie), lock her up in a room while they went on to search for her husband and her kid. Meanwhile, she took on a hammered alomost spoiled phone, and being a teacher, who is suppose to be knowledgeable, tried mendaling with the wires and finally got dialed to a young and handsome man cellular phone. The young man didn't believe her but couldn't help but believe her when he heard all those sounds coming from the other end of the line. So, the show went on, showed you how the young man helped the woman and throughout the show, they were on the phone. The only time that they aren't was when the phone got cutted off the when it was about to end.

Nice show la, it will be good if you go catch it. Not so much of guessing and everything, is just a sit back and relax movie, with enough punch and plot. Wouldn't leave you leaving the cinema feeling high. But at least will make you smile as you walk out.

I am starting to miss dada again. This time round is so hard to get by with it. So much tougher then the beginning. Because i can't hear from him anymore. In the past was, cannot see him, but i could still hear him. Now i can't see him and i can't hear him at all. And this gonna be it till next friday. Arrghh!! ok i must start planning what i should do and everything else. Need to study also. And i want to give dada a surprise when he comes back. I am going to make my hair. Maybe get some new clothes and buy him present when he comes back.

11:44 pm

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