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.