Obviously, it looks a little different here. It was time to give the blue a rest. Hopefully the yellow isn't too bright when you view this place, but it's nothing a little monitor calibration on your part can't fix.

Clowns, Clowns, Bastard Clowns.

I have this habit of picking at my food. Whether it's taking apart my burgers and evenly spreading out the condiments, or dissecting my barbecue eel to get rid of all those tiny bones that are too stiff to swallow. But today my work really paid off.

Me and my brother went to the McDonald's close by my mom's work before we picked her up. We ate, took home my coupon'ed free Big Mac and left. A few hours later I decide to eat it. So I open the box, take it apart, and find a fucking hair in it. For sure it wasn't mine, cause it was blended in with the sauce. And also because, I don't have wavy brown hair.

To think, I almost splurged for that Ronald McDonald finger puppet, just for the sheer creepiness value.

Hard Work Pays Off

It'd been a long time since I'd seen Battle Royale. After seeing it yesterday, I'm just as impressed. If anything, I appreciate it more.

But I don't know, I thought Ko Shibasaki's character deserved a more spectacular finish than the one she got. But I guess *SPOILER ALERT* being abrubtly shot by blacksuit-boy 25 times and getting up after 24 of them *END SPOILER ALERT* is fine.

I guess...

And that's why I didn't remember Chiaki Kuriyama being in Battle Royale, she didn't even bloody try. But damn, did she let that guy have it.

Wit-Less End

And that's it, other than hopefully when I wake up tomorrow, I'll have Battle Royale: Special Edition. Giddy is not the word.