Full analysis, The Dark Knight.

..but not really.

Imagine people googling 'The Dark Knight Analysis' and coming across this site instead. Phew, sorry. I haven't watched it.

In between throwing fits at Tesco and receiving calls regarding forged signatures, there's really not much worth writing about. Oh yea, decided to apply for Australian holiday visa through a travel agent. Let's call this agent Angela. (Her name really is that btw). So the Australian Embassy faxes her a letter for me to sign, and she decided, out of convenience, to sign my name herself. That might have worked if you were 13 years old and forging your parent's signature for a field trip to Planetarium but come on. The Embassy is really not the place to pull high school stunts because they actually take measures to authenticate the signature by calling you. So I took the call and naturally went "I don't remember signing anything, but I am known to experience bouts of amnesia every now and again. Describe to me how it looks like."

Not really, I just said I didn't sign anything.

The matter is solved now, my mum got slightly livid with the travel agent.
"How could you forge the signature?!" and she goes "I told you whaaat, I'll handle it". Proudly defending her actions without so much as an apology.

But it wasn't a big deal. So seemingly professional people act in blatant unprofessionalism. What else is new?

I'm no longer motivated to finish the booklet, and sorry izzul if you're reading this. Every design I try to incorporate into it ends up looking either tacky or plagiarised (or both), and I take it out on the sample document, deleting everything I see. But I will send it in time. Reminds me abit of Form 5 and the ridiculous number of hours I'd put in for the 'Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang' booklet up to the point that it, dare I say it, consumed me. Imagine my surprise when I realised the booklets were merely tools to keep one cool by way of fanning oneself in the midst of the scorching heat. Next time I'll know to design it so that it looks like a real chinese fan.

I can't so much as walk into a watch shop nowadays without drooling all over the counter. That's an exaggeration, I merely emit noises every 5 seconds that goes abit like ""Ohhh look", "gorgeousss" and "wawawewa". Not true with the last one.
But I really do get overly excited, no prizes for guessing where my first paycheck is going. (Assuming I'll work. One day.)