As usual(well not usual but something of a habit for last six months), I sit in the morning at 5am on another lousy weekend, not that I don't have plans for the weekend. I have so many places to go to that it might just seem like a weekday but hey, who's complaining.
Got a stupid park cricket match with some loosers from the rich end of the town. Not to say that they drive mercs or beamers but I still love to play mind games before a match. But not the point of the blog. Before I begin the point of the blog, let me (bitch, have to use another word not a male ego satisfying word => lets use "rant", shall we!! and if you haven't noticed I love to dissect human emotions into a set of cause and actions or reactions, you can call it love to establish causality in the human emotion system => now talked like a true engineer, which brings me to my current dream job obsession of being A Psychiatrist, anyways moving forward). let me rant about the bally sagoo show tonite we were supposed to go to and couldn't get entry but hey who's complaining. The show was a dud last two times as well so don't expect it to be a major hit tonite as well. Don't get me wrong, the music's good but you can't pick up chics (the major reason for an semi-introvert like ME to go to such loud places, and apologies to any feminist activists/lesbians 4 picking up thing:) ) because all the chics have the so called "male friends" and wanna-be boyfriends who are ready to gouge your eyes out as soon as you lay eyes on their so called sister girlfriends because they are not going to get anywhere themselves and won't let the easily intimidated semi-introverts like me to get any where either but hey who's complaining.
So the reason I am awake is because I have a pounding headache because I went and saw Star Wars : The Revenge of Sith (or better still The Revenge of George Lucas the bad script writer). Class movie moment was when "Lord Sidious or Cidius reveals to our not so young Anakin Skywalker who has just turned to the not-so dark side that his secret wife Padmini (can't remember the real name, but ever gorgeous Natalie Portman, loved her in Closer) dies while giving birth to his kids, then he breaks his shackles and shouts "Guess people!!!, what would u expect in a cheesy hindi flick or a parody of a revenge flick", yes my young, padawans THE DARK DARTH VADER shouts in the most cheesiest way possible "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO". So please spare your self of the two hours of agony of cheesy dialogues straight out of a HINDI flick and rather go and watch NAINA.
NO offence to any die-hard Star Wars fans who might want me to die but hey I am complaining, about my death ofcourse.
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