Talk about somethingsyesterday was another happy day, but like all happiness, it begins with a tale of sorrow, or at least sadness. We had library banner painting today. was okay, i guess, considering that we had only like one artistic person, aka, ming--, i mean, Jasmine. Anyways, during the banner painting, i felt well...lonely to say the least. Some guy was intervening between me and her talk, crazily following her around, and talking to her. I tried to get a word in, but well well, it didnt work. i aint that much of a control freak after all. Apparently, she was trying to get a word to me too, but it still didnt work out, as that guy was supremely insensitive and couldnt observe the observable. So i sat down in one corner, with john mayer in my ears, and started writing something of a lovenote, an explanation, something sweet, yet its all..crap:Of late nights walk through love's forest. of walking in the shadows solo with the sun behing you. of crying yourself a tub so that you could bathe yourself with sadness. Of laughing silently, claiming that sorrow took your happiness away. Of dumping your words onto a piece of paper, poetic and essentially bullshit, at lesat it eases the turmoil. Of crazy jealousy building up like the squeezing of your stomach. Of looking at a single person, knowing her flaws, yet loving her wholeheartedly. Of killing my ownself for not being able to speak, like a baby, having a millions opinions, but his voice is underdeveloped, and everythings stays inside. Of waiting for her to read this. Was something like that. I felt kinda good after that. Soon, it was time to leave. so we went to suntec to catch saw. Now, saw is a good movie, one of the best films i have ever seen. it leaves a intangible taste of disgust, and awe after the whole movie ends. and i was pleasurably tranmatized by the movie. the images of the gore and the killing was still in my head. and i'll be damned, it was by a malaysian! Kudos to them, we malaysians are crazy sadists, but we know our stuff. Saw was good. but if you cannot stand horror, then i suggest you go, or else, you would turn the movie into something like a 6 percenter, where you strictly should pay only 11cents. [i know, its from Straits times life, but i dont give a damn] after the movie, my dad called. wonderful...after such an experience, i had to leave her all alone to go home by herself. It was like a bad story turn real. I felt real bad afterwards, leaving her tranmatized and shit. And apparently, she was a bit angry with me for making her watch saw. but on the phone, it seems that i was the one more tranmatized. being alone in the kitchen with dim lights, and a claustrophobic environment do give me the creeps. the worse part was when someone, something said something quickly and harshly two times into the voice. and that moment was concidentally the moment when he couldnt hear what i was speaking. oh damn...i was real freaked out then. i had to rush back up and go read a happy book. took me almost an hour to calm down. it was a nice experience..but i am a scaredy cat, so what can i say? horror flicks on first few dates. wonderously crazily wrong choice of movies. but its all cool. next time, she chooses the movie. i just hope it not something like princess diaries 2, or something with crazy teen pop drama queens, or "queens" like hilary duff..yueck. Justin ranted at 8:21:00 am on the |