Gassy Stomach

My tummy's gassy. I know, hardly attractive to the imagination. But hey, not like anyone I know reads this right?

Finally saw 40-year-old Virgin last night. Pretty sweet. Glad a movie that finally points out not all virgins are losers. Some of it are by choice, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. And that doesn't make you any more frigid, or perverted, or crazy-for-it as any one else.

The hero, Andy was just a regular, action-figure collecting guy who works at a sales tech store. Not a bad guy, not an extremely good guy. Just a normal guy who doesn't think that masturbating is a qualified hobby. Kudos to him.

Glad he finally met his woman who neither a loser nor fat nor disabled somehow. A hot-grandma so to speak.

How does everything keep reminding me of Mark? God, I'm pathetic.

Anyway, there's a new cinema in town! Mega Pavilion Kota Kinabalu. Nicely redone. Used to be a rat haunt I think. *shivers* Am not going to Growball for awhile till that trauma resides. Last time I went to watch Corpse Bride there was a huge rodent skulking around my feet, oblivious to the skirmish girls around. I am terrified of rats.

Anyway, so I went for the launch, got my fill of popcorn and my story, rushed off to blow some steam playing tennis before I rush back to the cinema for the opening screening of Harry Pothead, oops - Potter.

But fortunately or unfortunately bumped into an old English chap who I met awhile back who enjoys sparring on loal political issues with me. God knows why, I'm as ignorant as the next layman.

Nevertheless I enjoyed it, must miss my English bloke a lot. He's no longer mine, which makes me miss him more.

He actually remembers my trip to Philippines. Excellent. And remembers my caucasian-loving friend Ann. Even better.

Now she wants to meet my "Austalian friends". Ok. We'll see.