Caaann!! Caaaannn...

Ever heard of the Can Can? Most probably it originated from "Orpheus in the Underworld" which is a opera bouffe by some Frenchman. Go Wiki it. It's a great song, it was also used in Moulin Rouge.

An overwhelming amount of assignments made their presence known by huger stacks of paper in my room.

Oh snap, gonna have to spend more money by photostating books (very legal in these parts of the country) of which 80% won't even be read.

Hmm, Ken Vin's requirements for a birthday present (I asked him personally okay...the guy has nearly everything so I don't wanna get him something he already has) is:
1. Useful
2. Lasts long
But let me add another point
3. Shows that my friends care (physical and mental well being) for me

Wait and see Vinnie.

Oh and did you know the "Medici"s were really wealthy bankers? And clergymen? And bastards (illegitimates..)? And queens and kings? The list goes on. These people were bloody brilliant. At that time...

Hohum. t(-.-t) Try guessing what this picture means.

You don't have to walk the streets for money

Watched "Moulin Rouge" yesterday night. In case there are those of you wondering, yes I have watched it before. That was when I was with my mom and sis. Which of course led to underappreciation of the film i.e. it wasn't "Man" at that time to cry or sob or do anything to show I'm a romantic (at least that ideal was in my head..influenced by all that Top Gun and all those other macho shows out there). But there I was, sitting at my 15 inch screen having red eyes. Oh boy...
This proves one thing (for me that is..):
The only way guys (like me...) can enjoy love films is to watch it alone. Or with someone as sensitive as themselves. Ok, you can stop laughing/upchucking now. One of my favourite songs in the movie is Roxanne. Very nice tango touch to it. I'd like to learn the tango.

On another note, I've had quite a few busy days. You know, the usual college student fare. But, I have managed to download "Star Wars Battlefront 2!!!" from my weekly returns to KL. Not a bad game (maybe that's where all that unaccounted time is ending up at..).

Was planning to enter the MPH shortstory competition but I have stumbled upon every writers' worst nightmare!! A mind block. Or should I say, the inability to put passion into every word I type. It makes it kind of meaningless. So I stopped. For now.

For the endword, let's just say this:
Guys, don't frequent brothels. You never know when you might fall in love with a courtesan (or as people nowadays like to say while cussing someone's mother: whore).