valentine's day have come and gone. and really, there wasn't anything much to do! i went to watch a movie with......... *cue drumroll*...... NAI NAI! wahhahaah my lesbo lover.

went to watch jumper, but we were let down. the trailers and all were extremely catchy, made us quite gian to watch it. but the actual storyline was flat. the concept of 'jumping' (like Nightcrawler) was pretty interesting, you know the whole tearing through time/space continuum, but i think they didn't focus enough on the history of jumpers vs paladins, there wasn't enough struggle for the protagonist, and there was just too much focus on the romance. the protagonist and billy elliot (i dunno what his name is but he has grown up since that film and became uglier) were supposed to marvel team up, they didn't explore that partnership - how their different values conflicted with each other. basically the movie was FLAT, like beer or coke left out too long.

seeing as how wonderfully i spent my v-day, i shall get into the mood more by telling a story. not sure if i have told this story before, but i'm sure many of you reading might have heard of it one time or other and have found great joy in my misfortune.

i had a stalker, i'm not sure if i have any now but some things are better left unknown. after all, they say ignorance is bliss. so this dude - who happened to share a mutual friend with me started chatting me up after lecture one day with absolutely no proper introduction. that's fine. (as i'm typing this, i'm getting a strong feeling that i have indeed shared this story before) so hence, i shall just really summarise this story. he basically started appearing wherever i was, scaring the shit out of me. he kept saying 'hi! chelsea' and i have no idea what his name was until much later. and he would really listen in on our conversations and stuff like that so we actually tricked him into cutting his hair short and spiky. cos i apparently 'like guys with short and spiky hair'. his frens were even freakier! when they realised that he was not getting closer to getting me, they started asking our mutual friend to try and change my mind. wtf?! and they started staring at zy and all that crap. but anyways, the final straw came when it was v-day. he stood outside my class with like 3 stalks of roses or something. i had some friends from other class come in and warn me, and they went back out to stare him down. and trust me, when they stare, you don't want to do anything but walk away. he had balls i give it to him. came in to my class, endure more stares and glares from friends, handed me roses and walked away.

his name is yoko (like the medicated muscle oil) and i left his roses at the back of the class for the weekend. yes. i am evil. and valentine's day is a greater evil cos everywhere is overcharging people.