Red Bull gives you wings. Well, for me, I give myself wings. Yes! I painted myself a pair of wings on a black T-shirt. Then studded my rhinestones on. I insist on having bling-bling on my clothes.

Then my mother saw and she was like, "Eee, so auntie!"

And I got two pairs of flip-flops and painted on them too. I discovered that paint doesn't adhere well to the plasticky surface of the flip-flops. I turned to using markers. Still not too bad for my first attempt.

Because I got one of them for my cousin, my mother was there to confirm that my cousin will not fit into the slippers. She just had to bring me down.

Yesterday, I was damned freaked out watching "The Hills Have Eyes".

If you love violence and gore, the show is for you! If you love seeing blood all over, the show is for you! If you enjoy watching psychos freaking the shit outta people, then the show's for you! Fantastically violent, extremely gruesome, taps into your imagination so you conjure up images inside your head. You have to be pretty sane to keep up with reality and to remind yourself that it's only a show.

AND I was watching it alone. Scared the hell outta me. The milk chocolates I ate kinda turned bitter and tasteless as I got some rude shocks in the beginning of the show.

It didn't help that the sound system rocked the whole cinema. The sound waves reverberated through the seats and went a-pounding through my body. Then there was all the blood. It felt so real. As though I was in there for myself. (shudders)

There's this wimpy guy in the show who eventually turned out to be the sole survivor. Damned powerful. The freaks stole his baby and raped his wife and then killed her. So he sets out to get his baby from the freaks. He got slammed and thrown through walls, got his head smashed on the ground, got whacked, got all bloodied and stuff, but he managed to get on his feet everytime and eventually wipe out the baddies. So amazing!

The psycho killers look 100% the part. Because they were affected by radiation from nuclear test sites in the desert, they were all deformed and freaky. They were taking revenge, but it was so vengeful that I don't even think they're human. The men were so horny they raped the girls. I was so freaked out by that. I had to turn away. Couldn't bear to see it.

However, in a basket of rotten apples, you cannot rule out the possibility of a good apple. Which in this case, there was a nice girl belonging to the freak community.

So on the whole, I kinda enjoyed the movie. You gotta look at things on the whole. See everything as one, not as pieces you simply put together. Always take a step back to see things when you feel like you're being judgemental.

And the best place to see things far and wide is in the transparent lifts of the National Library.

One of the best bubble lift experience considering the velocity, view and altitude. Scale all 14 storeys. Enjoy the view. Great for looking at sunsets. Scaling up 14 storeys is fun. Scaling DOWN 14 storeys is HELL LOT MORE FUN! Especially when it full of people. Vrooms down like the cables got cut loose or something.

Then Yayin got all petrified and wobbly. See? That's what friends are for, to enjoy cheap thrills together. Wait, it was free. That was pretty much what we went to the National Library for. Cool, right?!

Lately, I've been dreaming about my admission into TP.

A while back, I dreamt I got into TP.

Wow! That's great!

Wait lah, haven't finished. I dreamt I got into TP's ARCHITECTURE!

ARCHITECTURE! I was scared half to death! What the hell was I going to do in Architecture?! Total nightmare.

The second dream, I dreamt that I wasn't admitted into TP. Before that I discovered that many people I know also transferred Polys. They got in but I didn't. I was so worried.

However, it was the first nightmare that I'm more concerned about.

I think subconciously, I'm a total wreck. But I keep myself positive about my admission into TP. Actually I don't think much about it. I kinda believe that I'm a TP student already.

So bad thoughts aside as the good ones come in.

I got time to watch "Nanny McPhee" yesterday too.

It's a stupid movie title that's girlie enough to repel many grown-up people. But it really wasn't that bad. You seriously cannot judge a movie by it's name.

It's a nice heart-warming story about family and love. I especially love Nanny McPhee herself. The magic staff and all. She goes stomping her wooden staff on the ground and exercises her magic. I like magical things.

Then she kinda underwent an extreme makeover too. From her first appearance to her last, she turned from an old hag to a shapely woman.

It's like she got laser treatment for her worts removal, extensive dental surgery to rectify her single buck-tooth problem, liposuction, Botox, nip here, tuck there... Kinda cool. Just like magic.