I've been on Bitter Betty mode for a while now (that's what Lyn calls it). People always say, "Hey, I haven't seen or heard from you for a while. What's up?" Haiyoo, I'm so not in the mood to talk and my usual response is that I've been busy. With what? I have no bloody clue.
Apart from hanging out with Kevin on campus and seeing the other half of the Twisted Sisters; Lyn for lunches and just bitch sessions. I'm usually accompanied by Mr White at home. Somehow I see a vision of me being an old cat lady. Nooooo......!!
At this moment in time, I think Lyn is the only person who keeps me going. Seriously, this isn't a tribute post for her or anything. It's just that, I tend to look forward to those lunches or dinners or frozen yogurts because atleast, I have another person who goes through similar stuff that I do and understand what it feels like to be stuck in this country and having to deal with people who simply refuses to evolve. Gah!
I know, I know... I'm rambling and the evolve part is our inside joke.
But hey, atleast I have friend who's on the same wavelength as I am. Someone who doesn't mind going for a lesbian grocery shopping trip almost every other week together and not judge what is in my cart.
Truth to be told... we all need someone who's just there. Be it to bitch, whine, complain or whatever else that's needed and still take you as you are. God, I feel like I'm talking about some guy here. But then again, we the girls who went looking for car parts in various chop shops in TTDI, Segambut and Jln Ipoh even after people told us that it was hard to find her car parts. Hah! Proved you people wrong when we found what we were looking for at the chop shop. That day made the both of us feel manly.
Just by looking at us, people would usually say that we just have a negative attitude and outlook on life. Well, that is the real us. We're bitter... so? It's either you take it or leave it. We may be bitter, but we have each other.
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On another note, Iron Man 2 sucks. There's no story at all. Just fights, explosions and Mickey Rourke getting hit by a Rolls Royce over and over again and not breaking a single bone. Wtf? If I hit someone with my 'going-to-fall-apart-soon' Wira over and over again that way, he'd be dead! I don't need Rolls Royce. I can finish the dude off if you gave me my mom's old Mini.
In the second installation of the comic book franchise, Tony Stark is racing against the clock as he is dying from the paladium that's in his system. Ivan Venko wanted to avenge what his family had to go through since he thinks that Howard, Tony's dad betrayed daddy Venko, the scientist and got him and his family marooned in Siberia. (Fact: Ivan's dad Anton is the original Whiplash in the comic series). So we've got a dying superhero and Mickey Rourke with an electric whip.
In another part of the movie we see Tony doing some renovations to his home and made a collider in just ONE day. He didn't even pun on the suit. He hacked and jackhammered some walls and the floor and completed his rediscovery of a new element that ultimately saves his life and allowed him to fight Mickey Rourke.
Basically Mickey Rourke was just an excuse to make this movie because there's nothing more in the story that is worth mentioning. Even the humour wasn't as good as the first one. But this is nothing compared to Avatar which waste of 2 hrs and 30 minutes of my life. I could be doing something better like watching the grass grow or look at paint drying off than to ever watch the blue man group run around the jungle called Pandora. Hmmmphhh they couldn't even give an original name for a planet after they ripped off the storyline from Pocahontas. Atleast there was a cute raccoon in Pocahontas.
I'd rather watch Dear John over and over again. Atleast they have Channing Tatum with his shirt off in that one.
