I watched Shaolin Soccer with Aaron and it was pretty good. I laughed so hard at one point that I felt like throwing up. It’s a pretty good combination of action and humour, and doesn’t follow the same formula as other of Steven Chow’s movies (although that’s hardly a bad thing). I missed the love story though, which wasn’t as developed as I would have liked, something which isn’t characteristic of his comedies. Every Steven Chow movie I own has at least one relationship developing between him and some female deuteragonist, sometimes in more complicated triangles with other cute female co-stars. Aaron agreed that Chiu Mei looked good bald (or “blad”, as per the classically terrible subtitles), which was surprising considering the fact that he doesn’t generally like bald girls and I prefer girls with at least a few millimeters of hair.

I won’t go into the Italian Job, which I caught when John was over, and how bad a movie it was. Needless to say, he won’t be choosing the movie when we go out again. I should have learned from Teaching Miss fucking Tingle.

I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had time to look for a job. Pat gave me a few pointers on my resume, so I’ll be redoing it and submitting it all over town. All the computer science geeks I know either have jobs from co-op, are jobless, or are working in clothing outlets. Jonathan’s attempt at getting me hired seems to have fallen through.