In Bruges

Yesterday was the long-awaited Yr 11 formal. In fact all everyone talked about since Monday was the formal. Did you get your shoes? What earrings are you matching with your necklace? Are you going to color-coordinate your dress with your freakin’ eyelashes?!

Well, I didn’t go. And to be honest I was a bit regretful of that in the last minute, having heard Eunice and E.Pow rehearse their reindition of “You And Me” by Lifehouse. Of coures, then I realized that Ca- and Fra- are playing as well, damn.

Instead, Sonam, Tif- April and I went out. Vania was meant to come but she couldn’t, and bloody hell I didn’t realize until afterschool (because I had an excursion after recess, and I hung out with Carmaine and that during recess) so I had to call the little one up and mock-yell at her.

After my excursion to Art Deco I took the tram back to Domain Interchange and sat on the other side of the stop waiting for April to show. I saw a couple of people rushing back home and I bid them to have fun. Dani, April and I went to April’s place where I changed and where Aristarchus (April’s cat) showed his uptmost distain towards me. We then went to Dani’s apartment, where the halfie got ready. April and I went downstairs to Clarendon and grabbed a bite and coffee (soy latte with one sugar from the Coffee Club ONLY, for Dani) and went back upstairs. Then I watched the two videos that Dani recommended: Ahmed the Terrorist and Katherine Tate (I’ll attach them at the end of the blog) and April and I were off to meet Sonam and Tif-. We were late. Subsequently we got to Nova late. There we realized that the times were not what we thought, and Persepolis was out of the question, so instead we watched “In Bruges”. (Bruges, by the by, is in Belgium.)

It wasn’t too bad a movie – wasn’t my first choice but I more or less enjoyed it – and there were much swearing in the movie so it made us want to swear when we came out of it. I think one of the most memorable lines/scene was:

Harry: [smashes phone after being hung up on]

Wife: Stop! Honey, stop! Would you stop it! That’s an inanimate fucking object…

Harry: [screams] YOU’RE AN INANIMATE FUCKING OBJECT!

[later in the scene…]

Harry: (to wife) I’m sorry I called you an inanimate object before. I was upset. I did not mean it.

Or when Ken struggled up the tower after being shot in the neck (utterly impossible), tries to shoot Harry who was going to shoot the Main Character Ray, and realizes that the fog is blocking his view. The cinema, full of old farts, groaned in disappointment. Tif- laughed, “haha sucker.”

Ken then throws himself off the tower, and still has enough breath to say to a stricken Ray: “Harry’s coming. I’ll die now, I think…”

Totally impossible.

But nonetheless it was alright so I wasn’t too disappointed.

We then went to Achelya’s where April had to work, and Sonam and Tif- and I ate dinner. It was really loud in there! They played live Turkish music, and then at 9 when we were about to leave the belly dancers came. Yay. So we stayed 15 minutes more. Because, well…you should’ve seen ’em.

The three of us talked a lot during dinner. Very deep stuff. Sure the mood was slightly killed by the fact that in order to be heard over the music and the din (there was, would you believe, a hen’s party AND a 21st going on that night) we had to more or less go:

“SO WHICH FRIENDS DO YOU THINK YOU’LL KEEP AFTER YOU GRADUATE? HUH? WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

“I THINK MACROB CHANGED ME IN THE SENSE THAT IF I STAYED AT MY OLD SCHOOL…”

“WHAT?”

“HUH?”

“I HOPE THE MUSIC DOESN’T SUDDENLY STOP AND WE’RE JUST SCREAMING!”

I saw the pictures from Gi- today from the formal. Wow. Wow. Wowowowowowowowow. I ne’er knew my friends are so hot! Especially the photo of Gi- and D.P. simply took my breath away.

“Don’t stop, Don’t change, Stay beautiful
One life, Today, You’re irresistible
Get up, Get out, Stay wonderful
All this time is waiting for you
Don’t stop, Don’t change, Stay beautiful.”

Stay Beautiful – The Last Goodnight

De Fluffe, Out.

P.S. Of course I thought about you guys!

Ahmed the Terrorist

“Does your phone go da-nu-nunuuu?” Katherine Tate