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feel so farking stupid. Like, what the hell was I waiting for?

grrr.

now i feel like there's really no hope. T_T

I've been blogging soo much. Dont have much of a life.

Want to tell someone so many many many things..

oh. dub u tee eff. *knocks hollow head*

(yes, I'm sure you're thinking "wtf is she talking about? IS IT ME?!" )


LET'S TALK ABOUT NOISY PEOPLE.

watched Tristan and Isolde today.

Not very nice. I remember halfway thru the movie I was thinking "so?!".
It was supposed to be ROMANTIC.

I'm so immune to gore. Gosh, I was smiling while everyone was wincing and shutting their eyes. ah, what tame people. She was pissed because I looked at her with an arched eyebrow when a sword went through what's-his-name's-heart and she went *sucks in breath!*. Her mood was also affected by the movie. Wow, are girls supposed to be like that? *horrified*

Let me tell you something.

his arm got sliced off like it was JELLY!! *widens eyes!* XD

If I were isolde I'd just run away. I'd grab a sword from my evil father and slice everyone's head off. "hah! HERE'S FOR THE UGLY MEN YOU WANT ME TO FUCK!"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK ME?! WELL, NOT WITHOUT YOUR HEAD!!*chop and blood splatter!*"

Mind you, I'll be as vulgar as I can when I'm unleashing the bloodiest killing spree of all time. I'll also be careful not to die because I'll meet them all in hell. ("oh, crap!")

It's like Tristan was the first guy who came along who was even VAGUELY handsome, (I'll admit he has a great bod. Lol) and was cut along the chest "oh my, what a great opportunity to prod and trace my fingers around him, what does he feel like *insert virgin thought*??".

Suddenly they fall in love, kiss, and start stripping! O_O (lol just as ron predicted "are they gonna kiss and have sex? *one second later* omg really man!!")

then there's all these camera angles with light and dark skin, first isolde is underneath and suddenly she's on top (wow!). "how do you feel?" "I don't know.. *kiss kiss*"

OMG seriously, when you're that deep into it you don't say you "don't know"!! *facepalm*

So they do it for a whole day and then he leaves, depressed and all.

And then blah blah blah, she is bethrothed and they have forbidden love, where basically all they do is get naked and into it. (then she goes home and does it with her hubby, dub u tee eff.)

blah blah blah "love is (blah)" "life without love is but an empty shell (blah)" "(more extracts from romantic novels) I see (something to do with you) and you (something to do with me)"

then with the help the village betrayer, her evil dad shows up, calls her a whore and restarts a war *fight fight fight* and someone falls dead and *cry cry cry* and the end.

Bloody chic flick.

The girls liked it.

The movie just proves that men are easily blinded by power. "How can you rule e kingdom when you can't even rule over your woman?!"

WTF?!

gosh I'm glad I was born in this century. I would've put an arrow right through his precious-s there and then.

"who's gonna rule over who now?! dickhead! dick-less head!!"


So sad, Isolde was like a blow up doll, fucked and thrown around.


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