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as per normal lately i have been watching a few movies here and there... now before you think this may be going somewhere it isnt.

i watched the notebook - man, was that a let down... so much for being the ultimate chick flick cry your eyes out love story... it was average... all they did was kiss lots and get torn apart... i was expecting like, beaches meets pearl harbour without the war or something... anyways, it was good... i guess it was just a PURE love story... no cliche's just tonnes of love and emo... but not enough heightened drama for this baz wannabe...

bourne supremacy.... kicked arse... team america says "matt day-mon" but i says "matt d-amen" yeh, nah, it was cool, pretty like, actiony and hand held style, just the way i like it really gritty and dirty and the car chase at the end was all intense and bang and clang... good suppporting cast including the always scary (here comes my name dropping abilities) brian cox and the lovely joan allen... (who is currently in negotiations to be in my movie in a few yrs time) some pretty cool bonus features on the dvd... the director is about to release one of the 1st 911 stories, its called united 93, so check it out...

oh, and i watched just like heaven with reese and mark and a whole lotta love... it was emo and cute and sad and funny... thank god they got together in the end... i was a little worried for a sec! but, nah, it was good... reese is just reese, you love her in anything really... coz....... "i got arms... and i got arms, let's get together and use those arms..." walk the line style! it was good, i got a little teary at some of the gay emo scenes... and, yeh, just a happy emo mushie love flick really!!! sweet as apple pie!

so, back to reality... crazy times!

set the scene. melb central food court. lunch. tonnes'o'people.

suddenly, this loud THUD! i turn around, like, 5 feet away from me and this business suit dude just collapsed. kind of comical at the same time because fried rice and (from what i could tell) was lemon or honey chicken went everywhere. he was just lying there. everyone just stared for like 5 seconds. suddenly everyone went rushing over to him. i just sat there. i suck at trauma situations. i just freeze like likim and make the same "ahhhrremmm" noise looking worried. "ROLL HIM ON HIS SIDE!!!" panic. everyones pulling out there phones to call an ambulance. anyways, the dude wakes up and sits up and someone gives him some pepsi to calm him down. he looked pale and tired. i dunno what was wrong with him. and it was thanks to him that i couldnt finish my felafel kebab. (HE'S FINE. DON'T WORRY.)

so, today i go back to my old house where i have a tonne of mail waiting for me. my concession card arrived so i can rip off the aust. govt. and get cheap transport. i was happy. then i had 2 notices saying that i had registered post to be picked up. i was soooo excited. thinking it was a DVD comp. or perhaps it was that $90 worth of easter egg's that i had entered a while back. anyways, off i trot to the local p.o all excited thinking i had chocolates or a DVD... NOPE! asking the lass @ the desk, what it was... she said, "ohh, looks like it's something from the commonwealth games... were you a volunteer?" oh man, i thought all that shit was behind me. thinking it was vouchers for perhaps, a free CD or a 2 for 1 movie ticket... OR maybe just a simple free boost juice... NOPE! it was a stupid medal and certificate. for me? the laziest effing volunteer who didnt show up for 4 shifts and got to go the closing ceremony to see john farnham. couldn't they give me some vouchers or shit? anyways.... im not ungrateful or anything. practical. vouchers would've been much more practical in life.