Just My Luck.

In a sarcastic sense, I still found some truth in the movie title...

That is, it was "Just My Luck" to have wasted my time on this movie.

Thank God, I didn't waste my money on it either. It was one of those movies that was being shown on plane---those movies that they are able to get hold of right after it was released. Given that reason, that I've not seen it and that I decided to relax my brain a little from a biography I was reading, I told myself, "Why not? How bad can it be?"

I, literally, smacked myself in the face. 2 hours. I could have finished around 3-4 long chapters of my book. Instead, I tolerated Lindsay Lohan's impossible power of luck, Chris Pine's loser life, the luck passing from one person to another (via "kiss"), and the fact that it revolved only the two opposing characters which meant, oh I don't know, that they will, perhaps, get together? That was just a hunch, really. Only bad and predictable movies would have that sort of characteristic... wait a minute, that means... *receives a light bulb moment for the "enth" time*

Normally, I enjoy watching these romantic comedies... but this one was utterly useless. If I were Lindsay Lohan, or any actress there in that movie, I'd never forgive myself for stooping that low. Oh wait a minute, I'd never pull off something like that in the first place...

S0 why did I finish it? Out of curiosity I suppose and out of hope...that I would somehow get "luckier" with the plot along the way.

(Would you look at that... my movie review is a lot shorter and less substantial than my favorite movie because I don't bother to waste my time, again, talking about this one. Serves it right).

What am I doing, again?

Heehee.


I'm so serious pala when I write. It's kinda scary.


Anyway, I'm being "mainstream" right now..."blogging"... "livejournal-ing"... or whatever they call it. I'm not being mean to those who like..."blogging"..."livejournal-ing"...or whatever they call it...I'm just not into that sort of th-"ing". Get it? Pattern? AHAHAHA. And I like to keep my thoughts to myself...


Except...Yep, right now.


Never will I do this again---these spontaneous writings. I can't believe your reading what I'm thinking right now. Isn't it weird...I feel... my privacy... my "intimacy"... is being---


INTRUDER ALERT!


Or maybe you're not reading this right now. Maybe... you're doing other things and just came across me in your list. Or maybe your hand was shaking from all the stress you've had this past week (and are going to have because your hand hasa gift of foretelling the future of stress) and you suddenly click my name and go, "AY! MALI".

Well, that was a silly statement. You can't be reading this right now or else you wouldn't be able to understand what I'm saying.


Now I feel totally dejected. Excuse me, for I will be emo... in 5, 4, 3, 2...


BOO! OVER MY DEAD BODY.


Okay... so that statement... was actually emo in a different level.


Once again, I've desecrated my beliefs. *runs away in shame*


*runs back and looks into the camera* And with that, I conclude this...useless...very useless entry.