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Monday, May 24, 2004

TROY is fucken excellent. now, i walk with a swagger, tinkin im the meanest baddest on the street, i believe my first name is actually ACHILLES, i walk ard in those cool sandals n sarong wrapped ard my body, i work for no one (absolutely not my boss), and i run like him and execute his trademark move of 'side-killing'. well if u're the type tat really lets a movie take over ur life, inspire u so much, then u'd better not be watching TROY, lest u may end up like me, tinkin tat u're achilles (cos i already am). its tat good. achilles fought for the right reasons. a mercenary, with no hunger for any monetary reward, juz honour. then again, in today's context, wat exactly is honour. achilles is like the coolest hero to have come out of the silverscreen tis year. dont u juz wish u possess his striking ability of throwing a spear from a very long distance onto ur boss/teacher/ neighbour's dog/ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfrend/ex-cuse.i blame it all on ORLANDO BLOOM (dont get me wrong, i love legolas to bits). but tat sonofabitch, u dont juz take people's wife and secretly hide under ur ship's deck. heck no. and eric bana, stoopid asshole, u shud have sent ur bro packing man to troy. if he's willing to follow tat woman anywhere, then he aint following ur family anywhere. bloom looked a total wuss tis time. tink this story runs parallel to lord of the rings. here orlando is reborn as a greek. it shud read geek instead. putting his bro, father, the whole nation into the brink of war for a woman. geez. get a life dude. anyways, lucky for achilles, bana didnt jus turn green n ripped off his armor to reveal his sexy greekish thongs. no sirreee. he shud have tho. it wud have been better competition for achilles (and hulk wud still lose). sad ending. i shud have juz left the cinema when troy was fucking burning. the next time i watch it, tats wat im gonna do. leave it at tat. at least it will leave me a happy man. damn u orlando bloom.
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