I'm a McFlurry

I burnt my recess week. Or ironically, school burnt my recess week. But then again, do we even differentiate? Every day is a work day, rain or shine, weekday or weekend, fit or sick.



And as a result, I missed out on a whole lot of wonderful events, which I'm going to cuss myself for.



Like being with Dad for the 6 days he could spend with us before returning back to Shanghai. I spent, what, less than half the days with him, including the hours he was in at home for. And it broke my heart to see him leave after a huge tiff - let's not go there - with my mum. I just wish I could have turned back time, but I realised that it wouldn't have made too much of a difference, since I would probably be still caught up in school work. And trust me, I hate myself for this.

Like missing out on Jane Zhang's (張靚穎) events when she was here for her album promotion. If you're scratching your head, I'd suggest a Youtube search of her performances, and be prepared to get blown away by her whistle register.

Like catching the F1. I am VERY VERY VERY sore about this. I miss the exhilarating feeling of having my hairs on the back of my neck stand on ends whenever those monsters fly by. I'll be saving up for the tickets next year, I promise.

And the root of all these was something called RECESS WEEK; All my lecturers probably decided that they would be the only ones who would be assigning homework to us, since it's recess week and no one has got any tutorials to attend.


Anyway, I had quitted whining and moved on with life. I decided to use up my GV birthday voucher by catching Legend of the Fist: the return of Chen Zhen with Mr. Jack.

Yes, there was alot of blood and people dying and crunching and snapping and stabbing sound effects, and the plot was ... old. Like typical kungfu films starring Donnie Yen, the protagonist was a people's hero during the World War, and he always wound up fighting the antagonist/s and winning during a last-gasp attempt. Bleah dry bleah. But I shall give the man some credit, since I must say I'm pretty impressed by those nifty moves he displays in his films, considering the fact that he's already 47 years old. Like, WOW.

And if you're still not convinced, I'm sure this will win your butt over:

Hell, yeah.

(P.S: Happy 31st month. :) )