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Sunday, January 31, 2010 . 1/31/2010 08:03:00 PM

The weekend really does go by fast when you've barely started relaxing. 

I'm currently in front of the TV with Casino Royale on. My eyes glued to this laptop screen, instead of the much bigger one just ahead. Yeah, many who know me, also know of the fact that, although I'm not afraid of mouse or rats or ghosts or whatsoever, I'm an absolute scaredy cat when it comes to thrillers, horror movies and lots of things that involve blood, even fake! Probably because when something scares me, I can never forget the image of whatever scared me, and I'll probably not able to sleep for a few days, and I can't afford for that now, for sleep is a very precious thing to me right now. 

My brothers always say, whoever became my boyfriend is quite a poor thing. 'Cause I probably won't go to these movies, and hold on to the lucky boy's arm or something. Come to think of it, my taste in movies... is rather... okay, fine. Shan't describe here. 

And does anyone agree with me that James Bond is a bloody womanizer?