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Did you know reading a book can tell you a lot about the person who recommended it for you? Now that I think about it, I almost always get captivated by books that have some historical context and that discuss the search for the origins of something, or just the main character's identity search/crisis... Maybe it is because I've always been concerned about my own origins and I associate better to the characters/authors? Matière à réflexion.

Met with J for coffee, which was followed by a pool challenge, that I somehow won. Game of 7 (ended 7-6 for me). Terms of the bet? I lose, I try Kendo. I win, I get a free movie and a free pool game! Not that I would've minded trying Kendo so bad, but after dropping by the gym today and seeing all those people hitting each other screaming kiai like there was no tomorrow, I was kind of glad I won. I heard that it doesn't hurt that much, but still... My fragile side (don't laugh) might have a hard time coping with it. I admit I was however fascinated by what I saw and I think I really wanna drop by the gym again to see some more of their training.

Then J and I watched Paranormal Activity. It was filmed in a "realistic" way, meaning they used the same camera principle as they did in the Blairwitch Project. At first I thought it was gonna suck because there was no stressful music to freak you out, but there were indeed some scary moments and the thoughts of weird noise in my appartment makes me shudder... I always hated stuff that could happen at home more than gorey movies. Oh and I hated/loved the end, it was ugggh. One girl in the theater screamed really loud, which made it even worse. Anyways. Not a bad horror movie, but not one that's gonna keep me up not sleeping. Or at least I hope so. Well, I don't need a horror movie to keep me up, McGill does that pretty well.

Overall a very nice evening. ^^
I gotta find that book... La Pierre et le Sabre...
Keumerz @ 12:40 AM<


1 Comments:

At November 18, 2009 at 1:36 AM, Blogger Akané d. said...

Pfft, t'as rien vu encore si tu ne m'as pas entendu crier. Mon beau frère a cru la 1e fois qu'il m'a entendu que je me faisais assassiner. Ou que j'assassinais l'autre, me souviens plus :P

Je te l'avais dis que paranormal activity a un certain effet à long terme...

 

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