Hey there everyone. Pretty late now but I'm still going to give you the fresh coverage on Spider Man 3. Don't worry there won't be any spoiler for those who haven't yet catch it.
My cousin's dad had free tickets! So being really kiasu, I took the offer of course. Had to meet Lynn (my cous) at Orchard MRT. It painful to get there actually but not as half painful as it was to get back (talk about it later).
So 45 minutes or so to Orchard. No seats.
~Orchard. Saw Lynn right away. Spot on. I also realised that I haven't taken a train to Orchard before! Right... So I just followed my way through the underground tunnel blah blah blah.
LIDO theatre here I come!
7.30pm: In the theatre.
7.45pm: What?! Still advertising?!
8pm: Finally started....
I didn't feel fantastic after the movie actually. =S Maybe it was too much to swallow at once. Maybe I have to watch again. Maybe it was the creepy-ness of the theatre. There's just too many maybes... DISTRACTION! DISTRACTIONS!
Uncle David dropped me off at Newton MRT station. I was shocked, my jaws fell literally when I saw the train packed as sardine! It was 10pm++ already! I assumed that it would be as empty as an empty glass (ok that was a lousy comparison) Why was it painful to stay in the train? Firstly, you see 50% of the people around you are like couples. Freaks me out. *Vomits* Secondly, you will be like on your guards (for ladies esp) and look out for any damn perverts. Read on.
Slowly, station by station more people alighted and less people boarded. So this lady (phew lady) sat beside me. She was kind of blasting her what-i-thought was her HP. I mean it wasn't blasting but I was trying to enjoy my MP3 music and she's there broadcasting her music. EEK. Later on I realised that she was actually listening to her Ipod! HUH?! Man. Better protect ya ears. Then another weird guy came into the train. He was wearing a pink T-shirt, jeans, and Nike shoes. He just took over the whole 2-seater seats! Using the Ice Mountain bottle in his hands, he 'chops' 1 of the seat and sat as if it was his home. He did look suspicious to me. I mean some guys just can't wear pink. A realisation that SOME of our choir boys actually looked better in pink hit me. The good thing was that he was so engrossed with handphone that he didn't realise I was scuntinizing him the whole time. =P
End of the day, it's probably the bordom that intrigated all these shallow and totally-no-relevance-to-me thoughts. EEK. Travelling alone is kinda unhealthy eh?
