Sundowners

Sent a nasty,angry email to the Internet manager of my building yesterday,I can't recall much of what was written but I remember including a description of how the building's services were widely perceived as being "notoriously shoddy and dysfunctional",also in the process urging them to acquire survey statistics about resident/customer satisfaction and how many actually move out/planning to leave after a year.Well,this insensitive email of mine apparently sparked a bit of fire amongst the administrators-this morning a loud knock woke up up,and grinning flirtatiously by the door was the queen demon herself-Belinda,Head of Administration.I was wearing a t-shirt with only boxers,my legs almost totally exposed-but she entered unhesitatingly,and both of us knew that it just wasn't the time for being embarrassed.Belinda was surprisingly polite and jovial about it-willing to listen to my rantings while she took notes in her diary,and by the end she promised "to do something" (i'm telling you,this should be the official motto for College Square-everyone who works here says it).Only after she left I noticed the thick stench of smoke Belinda left behind,which disappeared eventually.

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah-Let The Cool Goddess Rust Away
Weezer-Buddy Holly

Rushed to the city early this morning,where I gladly met Janice,the Melbourne Central Fitness First manager to finally cancel my membership-it was quick and swift as I wished,within 10 minutes papers were signed and questions were answered by both parties.We even got a bit of personal information shared,she talked about her brother's recent chest infection diagnosis and her plans to take a week off for him,while I told her about my non-existent brother who had just moved to Egypt for a tenure.She had this wicked,stewardess-like smile on her face all throughout,and so did I-before I left I passed her the white envelope,telling her about the fundraising project a few others and myself were doing and our need for sponsorships."I'll be expecting to hear from you",I said and we both laughed as if it were a bloody fantastic joke.She took the envelope kindly,we both smiled and wished each other well before parting.

The Film Soc holds a weekly film screening everyday Thursday,and yesterday the choice of film was 1960's Peeping Tom.It's basically about a reclusive,shy cameraman who lives alone and preys on woman-having a murderous fetish to see them frightened,he lurks on them before killing them with his,urm,his camera tripod.Yes,it's as lame as it sounds-and plenty of times half the audience burst out laughing when we were clearly not supposed to.A lot of unintentional humour,you can say.Even the romantic parts seemed crazily silly,and sillier because the actors delivering the lines were serious as death when doing so.Example:

Mark: Are you busy tomorrow night?
Hellen: No,I'm not.
Mark: Oh,I hope I'm not!

With only 19 reviews and all of them giving excellent ratings,Peeping Tom has a score of 100% on RT-I'll take this as a note to next time do more research elsewhere too and not solely depend on RT for information.Some thrillers bravely stand the test of time and are largely considered classic films-easy examples like Silence of The Lambs,Psycho,Basic Instinct or The Conversation-even before new technologies or filming methods came about,these films surpassed that need for audiences to be wooed with special effects and introduced the kind of horror that went beyond gore or screaming,the kind that goes underneath your skin and plays around with your fear with what most think to be a minimalistic approach.Hence becoming benchmarks for future thrillers.But Peeping Tom is just not that kind of film.

After getting a haircut,I rushed to my QM lecture 5 minutes late but thankfully a fire drill was on so it started much later.For a subject so fatally boring and totally uninteresting,I appreciate the fact that we have a good lecturer.A lot of his jokes go by without receiving any kind of response aside from raised eyebrows and open mouths-occasionally something really funny comes up,but nowadays people just laugh because his jokes are just bizarre,and in some way hilarious.Today,reaching a certain slide with too many graphs on it for anyone with an average mind like mine to comprehend-he said "Solving this involves 8 steps but note that your textbook only gives 6.This means I'm two steps better.Think of it as Dancing With Your Lecturer.We all have to dance,kids".A bit of us laughed,while most just shook their heads at this oddly interesting bald man.