Today we celebrate our democratic rights. We embrace the notion that our voices are being heard. We rejoice at the thought that we are represented by who we want to represent us.

Was really depressed last night for no apparent reason and had lotsa stuff to blog about but then i decided that being a pissy-ass whingebag isnt very glam. So me no whine.

Today i went to watch M:I:III with Guo Jun and Kevin. Wanted to watch Da Vinci Code but suddenly i realised that bringing two 15-year-olds to watch a NC16 show is just utterly inmoral. Yea right. (We were late for it so decided to watch mi3 instead.) Mi3 totally rawked my underwear. Or something. Really cool. With mindless explosions and stuff. But i think it was a really good mix of action and emo scenes. Think silence. Think the female lead banging desperately on Ethan Hunt's chest. Think the defeaning pounding. Think the tear that trickles down her ashened cheeks. Think the super emo soundtrack playing subconciously inthe background.

Oh and if you havent heard from Jarren, or George or Jie Hao, Maggie Q is simply sizzling. She's a cool blend of east meets west, a dash of oriental and a pinch of white. What do you call a stylish gal with big guns? Hot.

The movie's really inspiring. Now i either wanna be a spy, a DHL delivery man or a Vatican Monk when i grow up. Whoever knew that a monk's robe could be so fashionable? Maybe i'll get a pair of those red Prada shoes too! But the most inspiring thing is Tom. More importantly, he's 168cm and earning more than just a few million for this film. (that means a lot) Im chinese (so that means i can pronounce "'zoukai!" and "xiaoxing!" really well.), and im catholic (so that means i can play the vatican monk). So all i have to do is to get a green card and sign up with the CIA to be a trainee spy. Coolios. Bring in the moolah!

Then after that i saw Ben Wee and his gang (gonna watch DaVinci) and spotted Kenneth Chong at cineleisure too. Went to pick up Juice from TCC (Me cool. Me know it.) See the look on guojun and kevin's faces when i simply went in, grabbed a copy and came out. It's blardy free for all our asses' sake! As free as settin up a blog! Then headed down to school for choir comm meeting. Finally we've chosen our successors. Phew. That was really exhausting. But of course i wun tell you who. Yet.

Arsenal lost. Lotsa peeps sad sad. Got jarren. Got matthias. And many more. Im no footie fan but i heard everyone was happy when arsenal scored the first goal with one man short. But Barca put in two in the last five minutes. Dannie Potter, you're up! Cos You Had A Bad Day.

Oh and if you look at Life! section of today's Straits Times, you see the ever desperate Mr Careless Whisper. But then you look closely and you realise that he bears an uncanny resemblence to Ms Liao. Bio teacher? Guess so.

This post isnt exactly bite-sized. So if you read till here, congrats. If you cheated, BOO YOU!