One good thing about the weekends is, visiting cousins. Then you collect the trainspotting dvd you loaned them months ago and watch it for yourself. Yupyup, I still don’t have a dvd player, but my computer does. So I watched it there. Small, but enjoyable. It was different from the book in a way that, I think my imagination glamorized the happenings of the text. But in the movie, when you see the reality of drug abuse for yourself, it's not so funny anymore.
Once again, I marvel at the sheer lack of my creativity.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
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