Harry Potter is such a let down!!! *wail*
I think I've been waiting a tad too eagerly. With too much expectations. The only part I honestly enjoyed was Harry's half-naked bathtub scene in the prefect's bathroom. He looks so fiiiiine! I can't believe I'm ogling (and seriously turned on with his uneasy squirming and fidgeting) a minor. Someone slap handcuffs on me! Better yet, someone who's 14 with Harry Potter looks (and fab body... and bashful expression... oooh) slap handcuffs on me! *wail*
After the movie, I bumped into J. Lo. The Malaysian (duh) one. And his daughter's name won't gerroff my head. Kaya. Who names their daughter Kaya? Sure kena tease like nobody's business. Although the right pronunciation is "Kay-Ah". Ya lar, exotic lar.
Then went for supper with KC. And he ran over a cat (or a branch). It sounded like some twigs cracking and I didn't see anything. Fortunately. I didn't want to see. It could be still breathing. Chest heaving laboriously against its crushed ribs, blood oozing out in bubbles from its nostrils while its eyes stare dazedly into the dark. I felt nauseous. KC turned on the emergency lights and was moaning at the steering wheel. My voice was calm, however, when I asked KC to keep driving, there're cars behind our car. Curious. Slowing down. We parked, ordered, ate in silence.
"Somehow I know this will happen. Remember last night I almost hit a cat? And we were discussing about the 2 dogs you had as a girl and how they died?"
"I don't want to talk about this."
The mind is a strange thing. I will erase this incident from my memory. Like it never happened. It was just twigs. Yeah. Bloody idiots throwing branches into the middle of the road.
I think I've been waiting a tad too eagerly. With too much expectations. The only part I honestly enjoyed was Harry's half-naked bathtub scene in the prefect's bathroom. He looks so fiiiiine! I can't believe I'm ogling (and seriously turned on with his uneasy squirming and fidgeting) a minor. Someone slap handcuffs on me! Better yet, someone who's 14 with Harry Potter looks (and fab body... and bashful expression... oooh) slap handcuffs on me! *wail*
After the movie, I bumped into J. Lo. The Malaysian (duh) one. And his daughter's name won't gerroff my head. Kaya. Who names their daughter Kaya? Sure kena tease like nobody's business. Although the right pronunciation is "Kay-Ah". Ya lar, exotic lar.
Then went for supper with KC. And he ran over a cat (or a branch). It sounded like some twigs cracking and I didn't see anything. Fortunately. I didn't want to see. It could be still breathing. Chest heaving laboriously against its crushed ribs, blood oozing out in bubbles from its nostrils while its eyes stare dazedly into the dark. I felt nauseous. KC turned on the emergency lights and was moaning at the steering wheel. My voice was calm, however, when I asked KC to keep driving, there're cars behind our car. Curious. Slowing down. We parked, ordered, ate in silence.
"Somehow I know this will happen. Remember last night I almost hit a cat? And we were discussing about the 2 dogs you had as a girl and how they died?"
"I don't want to talk about this."
The mind is a strange thing. I will erase this incident from my memory. Like it never happened. It was just twigs. Yeah. Bloody idiots throwing branches into the middle of the road.
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