Hey there! Well, seems like NO ONE'S reading this, but so what, huh? Yeah, I'm still gonna write on this thing. So, I just finished watching Mr and Mrs Smith. Yeah, I know, i'm WAY outdated on this. But I didn't go and watch it in the cinemas, so i had to wait until it's shown on tv. And i don't have astro, mind you. And actually, I didn't really watch the whole thing. I just watched about half the show, coz the other channel was shoeing Death Note 2, which was good as well. But man, it was LONG! I mean, it was 2 and 1/2 hours! But oh well, it was a good film. Too bad they had to change the story though.

SO! My main story of the day. It actually came from mr and mrs smith. It's about this married couple whose marriage is failing, coz they have to keep secrets from each other. They're both assasins, u see...and from rival agencies to boot! But it was what in the end, that really hit me. They were both being hunted from their respective agencies, and the two agencies sort of worked together to kill them. And, while taking a breather from all the chaos, the two of them thought of some time in the past where it's about some boats and La Paz. They smiled while thinking about it, which means that it must have been some experience. But then mrs smith said, " But I would rather be here, with you". Or something like that. And that's saying something, coz where they are, they're about to go out and get shot at by a lot of people with guns. But they won, of course. And in the end, they saved their marriage. But it was what mrs smith said that really struck me.

Is love really THAT powerful? She would rather be there, with her husband, about to go out into a battlefied, than be at what must be a paradise or something. Huh...the power of love is always said as strong, incredibly powerful and all that. So it got me wondering.

And...yesterday, there was pasar malam. I was dragged along to it by my mom. I mean, I've lived there for so long and since i was small, i went every friday, until a few years ago, coz i got bored of the place. I mean, i've been there so darn many times. And it ain't like i had anything to buy. Anyway, we were walking, and we walked past the popiah store, and i saw the girl who was tending the popiah stall. My heart suddenly beat faster. Why? Coz the girl resembled HER. Yeah, HER. You know, the same one from so so long ago? Huh...Which got me wondering. (yeah, i always wonder) Why did i feel that way? Could it be...because there was no closure of sorts. I mean, our friendship just...degenerated. Until the point where there was no rescuing it. So...what could have triggered it? I wonder...
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