yong hao + rantings.
just returned from Superman Premiere. 2 and a half hours long, warning to all watching. but before anything i wanna say something about yh.how do you stay friends with someone who you feel is total asshole? HOW? why am i still so damn friendly with yh, when half the world knows that he can become a total asshole? today, at the movie he was so fucking embarassing. burping at all the wrong times and talking so damn loudly. oh my god. seriously, yh, even if it's one of your many ailments, at least BURP WITH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH CLOSED! we don't need to hear the gurgle of the liquid at the back of your fucking throat? and it's not even like your apologetic or embarassed by it, you just kept drinking, kept burping without even covering your mouth, like you are right! are you really self-righteous to THAT extent? whatever excuse you give me, it's not gonna help because that, was seriously, fucking fucked up. shit, just give me time.
and not to mention the leaving me behind, but that's your dad's friend coming nvm. BUT PLEASE AT LEAST SAY A WORD OF SORRY FOR A MISTAKE YOU MADE. god, how ignorant can people be? fuck this shit.
and don't even want to talk about the movie anymore. if you can't deal with it then blame him.
rantings (and it's not like i'm in the mood to rant, but these thoughts came up throughout the movie):
i like to think about the people who don't matter. like when you watch a film, you see all these random people that don't get to be on the top 20 names at the credits, but in the movie play a critical role of moving the story along. the anonymous henchman who gets killed, the stripper at the club where a shooting begins, the girl who maliciously laughs at the loser kid. all these people must have stories, but where do they go? perhaps because i'm one of them. but if you pulled the camera on them, then would that be the same? hmm, i wanna write a play about these unimportant people with nothing amazing or really cool happening to them.
give me clark kent's looks, give me his body, give me his charm (apply all of the above to richard), heck even give me his fire-water-bullet-proof outfit that mysteriously succumbs to the stabbing of a shard of krypton crystal by a mortal hand. but most of all give me the ability to fly. i will be very happy (for quite some time, after a while it'll get passe) to fly all over the world. and when i'm feeling sad, i'll just fly up there and lone myself, looking down at the world. have you ever wanted to go to space? ever wanted to sit on a cloud? well, superman can do that.
haha, which self-respecting man can stand being in superman's presence and getting a slap to his balls? richard's jealousy against superman aside, he looked like he'd been raped by a gang of prison cellies when superman came and saved the day. lol.
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