it was friday

the snooze function of alarm clock is one of the greatest inventions in mankind history, it prevents me from smashing up the poor little gadget...

went to great world city for movie after class, i always want to watch pulse ever since i watched the trailer on youtube and i convinced cw to come along, plus cs towards the last minutes. the film basically grabs and masters all the elements of suspense horror: scenes like dirty toliet with rusty bolts on the door of cubical, crampped bathtub, large frame of window (dirty still) which you look out is the lifeless street, tangled wires of destop with dust of a century resting on it (dirty again), and to my surprise, throughout the 90 minutes, word for frustration like fuck only heard once, and it was from the leading actress...i kinda like the concept of the movie, which if i didnt interpret wrongly, hell is just a bandwidth like our WiFi floating in the air, "There are some frequencies we were never meant to find." the tagline says, some computer geek accidentally interfered and probed into it, and of course opened the box, and welcome to hell...the solution is to use computer virus to shut down the bandwidth which ultimately failed, so welcome to hell again...

supposely you could see dead people on your PC, but the dead is using black plastic bag( like those trash bags) to cover his head and squat at the corner like he's suffering from autism, i found it stupid and i lost track there...it's not spooky to me, i think it's 'cause i m old now, and the ghost boss/hellraiser( i dont know what that thing is called, it just teleports everywhere and sucks your life out ) is a bald head with pale ghotic makeup like it's been overdosed on drugs...cs was freaked out by certain scenes thou, but she behaves like exponential, memoryless...

if you got computer addict friends, bring them to watch it, freak'em out and laugh at them...however the dead portrayed in the film is, to me, in the endlessness of eternal lonliness, sad and helpless, mirroring the extreme in our real world?

-i m hungry-