| 2610 2009 |
Categories: Reviews
Do people actually watch this for fun???
21:36: I’m listening to my iPod.
The Click Five is playing. It’s good music. But that’s not important.
(What’s important is the volume in my iPod. Ian just poked me to tell me I’m too loud.)
God, the sacrifices I make. For love, apparently.
21:45: You know what? I don’t care what they think.
I can listen to my iPod if I want.
Even in the cinema.
Even if I am supposed to be watching Final Destination. In 3D. RM17 a ticket.
(Yes, we pay money to see people die more realistically. Humans are disgusting.)
(Ian lied to me. He told me the deaths would be deep, spiritual and meaningful. Not like flies.)
21:58: I can SO listen to my iPod. *happy*
22:01: I have like a major superiority complex over everyone in this movie theatre. In fact I’m in the middle of composing a letter to Girl Sitting Next To Me Who Keeps Hiding Her Face. It goes something like this: Dear Helpless Girl, I feel sorry for you. While you sit there, bound to your chair in fear of man-made image effects, I am relaxing with my iPod. I am calmed by the murmurings of Groban. The smoothing vocals of Craig David. The Click Five are chirping away sunnily, about Summertime. I am so entertained I have no need to resort to the mass killings to feed…
22:02: *shock* What is wrong with this movie?!? Why do people keep dying? Oh my god that girl is going to drown. I’d be more disturbed if it weren’t for the fact my bra is itchy… In fact, one may think of it as uncomfortable, but this quite works out to my advantage today. I’m one lucky bunny. Itchy, itchy, itchy.
22:09: So that man is hanging himself. Focus on itchy bra. Focus. Chant as mantra: my bra is itchy and this bugs me. More than mass killings. My bra is itchy and this bugs me. Much more than mass killings. So much more than… Ewww… Now that was completely uncalled for. Must people really get snapped in half???
22:18: Great. What a great movie.
There was this point where I thought the guy was fine but then he got run over by a bus. In like 0.005 seconds. I didn’t even have time to look away! I feel cheated. But it’s ok. Bra. Bra bothers me more.
22:43: Bra. Someone should count the number of times people die. Statistics would be awesome. Bra. In fact, I’m awesome, so BRA to you. I haven’t gotten freaked out in the past 15 minutes or so. Amazing. Bra is itchy. Focus bra. Focus itchy.
22:50: Oooh they’re shopping. How fun! I think I might like this part after all. Which reminds me, this itchy stuff is convenient and all, but I totally need a new bra.
22:53: I am SO bra right now. A bunch of people just died in the shopping mall.
I will never go to shopping malls again. The universe is changing. (Also, and that Bra just became my subsitute word for ‘despondent, depressed and discouraged’. The universe has definitely changed.)
23:02: You know, (pretending to be) watching Final Destination may have saved me money. I’ll just have to think of it as a long-term investment. (And ignore the cost of the spa treatments I’ll be forced to treat myself to, to deal with the stress of watching such a disgusting movie.)
00:22: I just told Ian Final Destination freaked me out so bad I couldn’t sleep. He comforted me and said: “It’s all right, little piggy. It’s just a movie. All the actors and actresses are alive. They’re doing well. They’re rich and famous and the dying scenes are all fake.”
This cheered me up immensely, and I answered hopefully: “Especially that cute guy. He’s alive too.”
To which he answered crossly: NO. He SNAPPED IN HALF and DIED.
Geez, some people are so touchy. After all I’ve done for them, too.
That’s just so, like, so BRA.
00:30: ZZZzzzzzz…
3 Responses to “Final Destination, is like, so bra.”
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October 26th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
Talcum powder
October 27th, 2009 at 1:59 pm
Not the end of either of your problems unfortunately: One cute guy down; thirty-eight more to be snapped in half in sequel.
October 28th, 2009 at 5:21 pm
Min Wye: I actually thought about this for hours… until I realised what you meant. Will try it.