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Yesterday, I was awoken rudely by a phone thrust in my face.

"It’s your call." someone said (I couldn’t open my eyes in the brightness of the sunlight, as I reached out for the cold metal that emitted loud crackling noises.

"Hello?" I mumbled blearily, sounding like someone half-dead.

"There are four free tickets in your wallet. Don’t waste it." A mysterious voice said briefly, and hung up. Was it a terrorist? Or even a conman, waiting for the opportune moment to strike upon his lowly prey, at its most vulnerable position. No, I recognized that voice! It haunted my dreams, even my waking hours! It was-

My eldest brother.

Indeed there were four tickets, for King Kong at Orchard Cineplex at 2.30 pm.

That morning was a bit of a hassle, trying to find three other friends to come along with me to see the movie. Belmond (who was always free) agreed immediately, while Kian Tat was out (signalling trouble). However, upon more desperate means of contacting him (such as calling his handphone) revealed that he COULD come, only much earlier than the movie. Now that proved to be a BIG problem indeed. He would be there at 2.15 pm, while Belmond could only be there at 2.20! Isn’t that simply DEVASTATING? I reached there at 1.45.

Other people were too stuck up to answer my desperate calls to get a fourth person. Oh well, I just had to take my good ol’ imaginary friend along then.

I strolled to Somerset MRT, to await the arrival of his Royal Slowpoke, Belmond Lee, buying a Super Big Gulp along the way, and a Cendol Mr Softee too. Apon arrival at the agreed meeting place, I sat down discreetly in a corner, putting my drink on a ledge, and crossed my legs, one of the fat, reckless buggers colliding with my poor drink and knocked it flat, spilling all its contents on the granite.

Let us now take a moment to remember Sprite Ice Super Big Gulp.

Moment over.

Anyway, after that merciless deed was done, I cursed my two dollars that went flowing down the drain (indirectly literally, since the drink fell into a longkang that I was sitting above). I waited, and waited, and waited, and-

Something vibrated in my pocket.

Was it a bomb that someone had placed upon my personal body? Or worse still, a tracking device for a homing missile! No, it was neither of these! It was-

My handphone.

I answered the call and it was Kian Tat, who said he had arrived, and was "there already". Where "there" was exactly, I have no idea, but I presumed he knew Orchard Road like anyone else (seeing as I had no clue). He expressed his concern at his inability to contact Belmond, and sensing this sudden crisis, I reassured him, and told him that Belmond would call me upon arrival.

I rang Belmond unsuccessfully. I tried again, fearing the results. What if there was a train crash? Or worse still, a train bomb! Or even-

He picked up.

He was two minutes away, and still alive, safe and sound. He fell asleep, and was too lazy to pick up his concerned friends’ calls.

I took him by a shortcut, of which only I knew (having discovered the path only seconds before I took it). In the end, we got lost, and decided to work our way to the nearest road, where right across it was a tall, glass building that said-

Orchard Cineplex.

We got our tidbits, entered the dark cinema, when suddenly, someone screamed. I could not see, my eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, when a large crowd laughed. Was it a gangrape? Or even a gangbang? No, it was-

An ad.

The movie was great, I won’t reveal anything here, just that King Kong is very ugly and immature, and has a bashed-in nose. He goes for fair women with curly blond hair, and big, blue eyes. STOP! I won’t give any more information than that. You will just have to see it for yourself!

That was great. I felt like rejoicing after that inprisonment in a comfortable seat, watching a very good film in such a nice, quiet environment, on such a big screen. Indeed, this was the type of luxury that you need a celebration for its conclusion. So I bought myself a… A… ACHOO!!!

An ice cream, which I thouroughly enjoyed, since it was a Strawberry Cheese Quake from DQ, my favourite! The next part of my celebration was to…

Go home, where I spent the rest of the day recuperating from that traumatic experience of encountering King Kong at large.

Go watch it,
GAB.

PS, King Kong’s chinese name is jin gang (jin: gold)(gang gang: just). Isn’t that fascinating? NO MORE SPOILERS! GO WATCH IT FOR YOURSELF!!

PSS, This is NOT an advertisment for any of the products/enterprises mentioned above. Just go and watch it.

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