I just realised how much we were giggling throughout Ip Man (and here I am stifling my laughter once more, just from reading the name). But we meant NO disrespect, *cough*especially since one has to consider that we entered the cinema with a heightened sense of appreciatory aptitude as compared to everyone else.

Somehow, the teenager at the counter must have made a bad call when he gave us tickets to seats that were supposedly booked, but unclaimed at 15 minutes into the show. So we stumbled through the wrong door, of the right cinema, and into an aisle filled with people - all the way to the place we were supposed to sit.

We split.

Two out the door and two towards the screen — and after a semi-perilous trek, we met at a row of seats that were obviously taken. I cursed to one of them and I swore we had the wrong cinema, but of course we were all too lazy to bother so we sat in the second row.

Were I sober enough, I guess I would have walked away with a neck ache — but I swear to you, this show really blew our minds. 

The dude had his IP address on a training dummy, and you should've seen how he beat the shit out of this dude:

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