Sleeping Talents.

I love this movie, colorful expletives and all. I want a poster.

On Sunday night we had a movie night which involved 7 of us breaking into the Neville Scarfe Building with crowbars, overiding the security systems, dodging security guards and throwing ourselves against the auditorium doors to blast them open. We then proceeded to watch 2 movies using the projector: Hero, and Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels until 3am.

Okay okay. None of the doors in the building were locked and there was no one about, so we traipsed in there like pixies and watched our movies.

By the time i got back to my room, bathed and got ready to sleep it was 4am. And so, much like a rock, i hit the mattress and was lost to the conscious world right away. No one would ever guess, at first guess what time i woke up the next day.

315pm.

I really am quite talented. In a weird kind of way. And because it's bordering on winter, or already winter, the days are stupidly short, and at 315pm it looks like how 6pm does in singapore. Which means that, when i went to bed it was dark, and when i woke up, it was getting dark again. It's very psychologically damaging actually, not to be able to see sunlight. The Inuit people must be very a very depressed race. They dont have bubble tea to cheer them up either. Nor a happy Bean and a happy Erico.