I loved your memo, btw...

''It's not a memo, it's a mission statement.''

Sunday, June 22, 2003

[Listening to Jessica Simpson, "Sweetest Sin" & Clay Aiken, "This Is The Night"]
I've just watched an average plot hole-ridden Cantonese horror flick called "The Eye." This is as average as it gets. With 70% fresh at Rottentomatoes.com, I would expect it to be scary and good... but "The Eye" is a movie that's slow and not worth an American adaptation (which Tom Cruise acquired). The only good thing about the movie was that it had one or two scary moments (which ended up not adding anything significant to the plot) and it was in Cantonese (a language I can understand). As I walked out of the theater, some guy just asked me "So how was the movie?" Sadly, I did not know he was about to watch it and he was in line. I guess out of confusion, I still did him a favor. I told him it was "Very average." He laughed it off. I bet he'll agree with me after he's done.

The movie was beside the point. Afterward, I had to get a validation. There was this African American worker there speaking inaudible mumbling in the speaker after I politely asked him about the United Artist $2 donation for a validated ticket... At first, I didn't know what the fuck he was saying cos he kept mumbling. Then after a few more "I can't hear what you're saying," he says "Just kidding." The whole time he was just spitting and mumbling closes to his speaker. What a fucking asshole, doncha think? I think so. First of all, he's getting fucking paid to do his fucking job. Second, I didn't think it was very nice considering I wouldn't have done that in his place. So screw that fucker and I didn't even respond to him and left. How fucked up, huh?

Anyways, later my friend found out that it's actually cheaper to get it validated at United Artist instead of paying the fee. So, holding my head high (kind of), I followed my friend back to that fucker's stand. Anyways, that fucker made a fool of his fucking self again. He fucking told my friend to put their favorite animal and food under the donation star where you write your name. Does he think his job is a fucking joke? I hope he gets fucking fired. Anyways, after my friend was done with the donation star, I went up to him and (unfortunately, not so loudly) told him "You're very rude." I hope he heard me. He must've. Now the only fucking regret I have is not getting that fucker's fucking name so I can write a letter to United Artist to get him fucked.

By chance, the UA also had some kids petitioning about teacher budget cuts. I felt a bit strongly about that so I decided to sign. My friend was not so understanding and did not happen to agree and told the kid off. Later, we found out after my friend's interrogation that the kids who were asking people to sign were doing so because of community service. Anywho, I felt strongly against budget cuts and signed. However, my friend telling the kid how the budget cuts petitions, etc was "bullshit" got the worst of me. It was totally uncalled for imo because (1) it was rude to that kid who was just doing his job of community service and (2) cussing is totally uncalled for. No, siree!

I also hate people who make other people feel "dumb." I mean, I hate it when people do that to me. Maybe it hurts my pride or ego or whatever... but people who make their friends feel inferior are not friends. Maybe I'm just oversensitive and I don't like people critiquing me (I think they're criticizing me). I don't like to be told what's wrong and what's right.. and blah blah blah.

As I was driving home, there was a lady who made a turn into my right lane in super slow speed. I could've hit her. So even though I came to a slow stop and she was getting ready to speed off, I gave her a small honk. It was a warning. Hehe, I know.. it was a wee rude since it wasn't like I was going to hit her when I stopped. But still, I COULD'VE earlier. So my mini, small little honk was a warning to her. Later, as she sped off, I changed lanes to the left. I wasn't intentionally doing so to see her face and give her mean glares. However, that was the case when we paralleled together at a red light. When she turned to give ME a dirty look, I couldn't help laughing. Hahahahaha! And when it was green, I wanted to drive parallel to her but she was too slow and I didn't want to risk anything (such as her getting angry and stalking my car without me knowing and later finding out where I live so she'll cut off my balls -- that or the cops will see me).

Let me just end it here since this post didn't really contribute anything. It'll be one of those posts I'll read over later and laugh at.

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