If you were Kristy...

The worst thing that happened to you today was the PSP running out of battery in the middle of owning a GP in burnout. *RAGGEEEE*

I thought about updating my blog yesterday morning but all my thoughts flew out the window when a small yet maniacal mosquito/fly insect thing decided to look for refuge in one of my nostrils. For a fraction of a second, I was just so disoriented. I choked on my breath because I fear if I inhaled, the insect would go in further. So I stopped whatever I was doing and just stood there, hoping that the insect would realize its idiocy and fly out. Maybe it did, I don't know but the whole day, I felt like there was something stuck up my nose. Probably implanting a mind control chip in my brain or worse.

Geez why am I telling you this?

Anyway, I was having a conversation with Justin the other day after watching the whole season 1 of Ugly Betty.

Justin : What's the indian girl's name?

I was trying to recall if there even WAS an indian girl in the show.

Kristy : What indian girl?

Justin : The fat one.

Kristy : What fat indian girl?

Justin : NEHHHH the one that likes Ignacio.

Kristy : OH. She's not Indian. Not all black people are indian, Justin. She's African-American. Her name is Constance.

If only the world were that easy where all black people are indians, all white people are american and all yellow-skinned monsters are chinese. And now he thinks all black people are African-American. It's like his new favourite word or something.

"You ride that squishy train!"

I have a party to go to.

Till then you crazy kids.

I am recycling emotions

There's one thing I really enjoy doing which is torturing myself watching old school romantic movies. I will sit on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a box full of tissues, anticipating the sob moments where I will cry my eyes out as I relate my life with theirs. I should feel shitty after crying over some poor sap's pathetic love life which is fictional but oddly, I'll feel really glad. Just happy. Just as simple as that... happy.

These movies really make you think.
So do sappy love songs.

Till then.

I Hate Titles

It's half past two in the morning and I feel so... mentally disoriented. I've been watching lotsa movies this week. Three, to be exact actually. Thursday, I watched 2012. The movie was great. Gives you a clue about how you're about to die and shit. It kinda sucks. I have to admit I cried like a bitch. So I was sitting in between my aunt and a stranger and strangely, we ALL had the same reaction at certain scenes. Kinda odd. I was all 'who the hell are you man? why are you doing what I'm doing? :S'

While we were on our way home we saw this little red Kancil ahead of us with those car signboard shit hanging on the back that says 'I might be small, but I'm fast!' We were all thinking 'OKAY BITCH LETS SEE HOW FAST YOU CAN GO HAHAHAAH!' Let me tell you that my aunt was driving a Lexus Harrier.

Holy hell, that stupid red Kancil almost smoked a three liter four-wheel drive. His pick up was insane! I was literally yelling in the car. Astound, bewildered, whatever you want to call it. Too bad after the junction, he was stopped by a roadblock up ahead. :P

On Friday, I watched The Fourth Kind and The Time Traveler's Wife. Okay, first of all, after I watching The Fourth Kind, I'm fucking disturbed. God, religion, spirits, the unexplainable.. what if they were all connected? Extraterrestrial intelligences, aliens, UFOs. I'm out of my fucking mind. It's one of the reasons why I can't sleep right now. I just can't get the images and footage out from my head. Freaky shit. Watch it.

TTTW. The movie was just average. I mean, I've watched a lot of movies and this just isn't.. good. It has no substance. Doesn't affect you whatsoever. Don't watch.

I'm not really in the mood to blog but I figured I had to write it down before I forget. I know, I know. Who does that right? Well, this post was supposed to be awesome.. but I don't feel like entertaining you people at this late hour. Too bad I guess. When you're discombobulated, sleep deprived and pissed, productivity doesn't happen.

Till then.