A week after bro’s, sis turned 18. It should have been a big celebration if we didn’t had problems. We went to Afriques, and Bavaria, but they’re closed on that Sunday. We went to Robinson’s and ordered Hongkong Kitchen’s most expensive set. Chowking lauriat was way way better though. But we enjoyed the rare occasion we were having good times together.
We watched AVATAR, and the movie was fine. I am an emo-type guy, and I prefer movies with deep emotional impact – something like 50 First Dates, The Notebook, A Moment To Remember, Sassy Girl, Old Boy… those type of romantic tragedies.
Time now is 12:15 am. I just watched some parts of Slumdog Millionaire, for the nth time today. I wanted to write a review of this movie the first time I saw it but I was only able to allot the time now.
For me, the plot is impossible. I’m referring to how “love” can stay alive for that long. It’s impact to me is close to what I felt when I saw “50 First Dates.” It’s like – waaaaaaaaaa it can’t be. It’s impossible, I’ve never seen any love like that in real life. If it’s true, then I’m not capable of doing it.