I’m ain’t dead.


Not yet, at least, and the Digital Death Clock said I still have another 10 years provided I didn’t overstuff myself with peanuts (which will set it back to 5 years) nor make myself too useful around the house (stress from work will set it back to 3 years).


I came back from a wedding, two wedding dinners (one for each part of the world, which is Segamat and Kajang) and some fine merrymaking, all which I would like to blog about but couldn’t until I get the pictures from my aunt, because she made me impromptu photographer and I didn’t manage to use my own cam.


Either way, the wedding was great, the dinners grand and it’s one more wedding I’ve seen and gone through, and perhaps proud to say, be a part in.


Between all the wedding rush, there was work and also there was a story I’m working on, which is now completely halted by just about everything, and I’m well determined to finish it.
I would’ve also liked to blog about the 2007 Doraemon movie, or Sweeney Todd, or Juno, or even Cobra vs. Python (in which I watched and cringed and laughed at), but as of now, I’m sleepy and there’re plentiful chores tomorrow.


But before I end this post, I would like to note:


1) Thanks to Sean for telling what Snakeoils and Wolftickets mean, and now one of the songs actually makes sense. Thanks!


2) Thanks to Pauline for rubbing in my face on the fact that she caught Sweeney Todd on the BIG SCREEN with pals Kelv and Vic while I was stuck in office moving mouldy boxes, but if there’s any compensation is that I could tell her that I’ve watched Sweeney Todd too, perhaps in a smaller screen, but at least I can watch it again and again and again and again and it also costs 8 bucks and it’s crispy clear =P.


All that is said and done, there’s only left the act of sleep, so bonne nuit all, and sweet dreams.