is it pink? or orange? i wanted orange and the lady kept insisting it is orange.. bloody colour blind woman!
on wednesday, watched narnia with bro and cousin. bloody cock of a show. i never never never did fancy fantasy kind of show. but well, its the only show for that particular time. we had this two grown up girls sitting behind us who were damn excited throughout the damn show.. Awww, so cute.. aww, aslan's alive..Ahh, kill the felller.. pfft.. keep it to urself dammit! annoying sial.
the next day, mum dropped me at Klcc after a quick manicure at curve. dear, chris and melisa was rushing me. we wanted to watch either What happens in Las Vegas or Drillbit Taylor but timing, yet again, was out. so had to watch some paria suppose-to-be-haunted-show. let me tell you about this movie. first it is gory, second it is superbly unrealistic and third the ending was just plain indescribable.. the story started off with a curse. a curse that causes everyone to hold grudge on this girl and the grudge turns into a desire to murder the girl. her friends, her boyfriend and even her family members tried to kill her, but she survived.. however she died in the end. guess how?? she killed herself.. yeah i know, i was frustrated with the ending. after the show,
*myself: eh, come lets wait till everyone leaves and we jump to another movie*
*melisa: ok*
we walked out but kena stopped and ushered out of the cinema. the indian feller ushered us to some quiet alley, and somehow i got frighten and started running my way out of the quiet alley with two slow farts tagging behind.. run-Run-RUN-skidded-BAaaaMmm... i fell on my right knee, left elbow and left butt.. it was the stupidest moment of my life. and now, my both knees is equally bruised and damaged with scars. fuck the living dead! why god why am i so fucking clumsy.
melisa, christina and myself.
bruised.
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