Thank you...

Last week I went to the cinema with some of my high school buddies. It was a midnight show but the ticketing counters are full of people. People waiting to get their hands on movie tickets!! It was 12 midnight but you wouldn't have realised it. Well, you know why? Cuz it's Valentine's Day! XD

What the heck, all the shows start at 12 but what exactly are they queueing up for? I mean the show's probably started halfway by the time the majority of them got the tickets (=.=) Well we were lucky enough to have purchased our tickets online, just need to head to the reservation counter and collect our tix! Smart~!

So yea, we managed to get ourselves some pretty good seats as well, considering the cinema's seats are full. We figured that the show we're watching, Eden Lake, was probably not of the taste for all the lovey-dovey couples but you know what? Things don't always go the way you want it, right? Yea, the movie was pretty good, lotsa blood and gore and stuffs... Now, can you feel the love? XD

My buddy, Trove, I can see that he's fully indulged into the movie. Saw him holding his own stomach when some of the hacking and slashing scenes were shown on screen. Gotcha!!!

Towards the end of the film though, the indian couple sitting right in front of me, more precisely, the indian guy, turned his head away from the screen and towards me, and gimme a kiss said, in a very unfriendly way:

"Can you not knock my seat?"

Man, his facial expression, it's like, I don't know, you'd probably wanted to slap him once you saw that kind of expression.

"Dude, my legs aren't even touching your seat", I replied, in the most polite way.

"If it's not then why's my seat shaking?, he said, this time with the expression that almost seemed to beg the palm of my hand to land really hard on the side of his sorry face.

"Well, how in the eff-ing world am I supposed to know? Do I look like an investigator to you, son?", I thought.

But then I said, "Would you just lower down your voice so that I can enjoy the rest of the movie?"

Like any other decent Spaniards would do, I wrapped things up by saying: "Grassy arse"