subjectless version 1.1

it seems i m losing inspiration to even name my entries, it's the second consecutive subjectless entry; just to differentiate with the previous one, i added version 1.1..

the media is frenzy over the da vinci code as the screening day is getting closer and closer; mom asked me to bring her to cinema to catch the heat, i gave her a short introduction to what dan brown theorized in his book 'cause apparently her interest for the film came from church; so after i talked to her regarding how controversial the plots could be, she was a little bit disturbed, so i dont know if she still wants to watch it; but anyway, i gonna bring her to the theater on friday and watch whatever film she picks

dd said she's not going to watch it, 'cause it's just bogus; so here's my plan: remember the magazine that was circulating in campus sometimes back? "beneath that smile" it's called, by Singapore Campus Crusade for Christ, i collected a number of copies( basically i reached out to those guys who were distributing them at engine, arts, science..) provided i m watching it, i m gonna give those magazines to the people around me, or at least leave some copies in the theater when credit is flying on the screen

in short, two more stubs are coming to my collection on friday, what ever it is

dd asked me something i considered funny when i was about to leave, "are you going home or what?", my face was like do-i-look-like-i-got-a-bash-to-attend? she wasnt quite convinced that i will decently squeeze myself into train and hit the road home, fine...my visual is overdosed with heavy make up ladies dressing in tube(is that how girls call it?); so as the beauty with ponytail in black tube and quater-jeans walking past me, and before the scent of her perfume faded, i said to myself:" good night, gentlemen; good morning, ladies"