(Thursday, December 29, 2005)
if year 2005 is a movie, we're almost at the end, the part where the end credits roll down, the dim lights brightening, attempting to usher people out of the cinema, curtains drawing to a close, and the crowd rushes and pushes through undersized cinema exit.
then the people talk, not about how tight the cinema exit was though or whose butt they pinched in the claustraphobic tunnel, but rather about how was the movie. comments. the words that determine either the movie was victorious enough to catch the attention of upcoming viewers. bad, good, or ugly, nevertheless, there will never be lacking in comments.
horror movie of the year award. when john thinks i've had the worse date ever and i can't top that, not so long after that with a little luck i gained, i went out with an infamous misplaced mental ward patient. well, i suspected something was wrong, and i wasn't really sure until she pulled a monologue right when i was having a drink with her, followed by an award-winning crude hostile smile to herself which nabbed the most horrific moment of my pathetic life.
never called her ever since. but once, i stumble upon her in a mall and instantly i ran as fast before i could register a thought in my head. i must say, if they shuffled me with olympic sprinters in a same track, i might out-run them. that i'm sure.
moment of my year.
have a good year ahead.
8:48 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
