I hate being a horror movie guru. After watching so much horror, I've begun to be able to predict what's gonna happen when and who's gonna do what and who was what in which plot. Watching "The Uninvited" seemed a bit boring though I have to say the movie was actually good. It was only boring cos I knew what was happening and I so know what's gonna happen and who's the fictional 'fictional' character. (that wasn't a typo error.. in horror flicks, sometimes not everyone's human). So yeah, I want my innocence back. God damn Freddy Kruger for popping my cherry and taking my virginity.
I know some people wish for this and in fact, I, myself, have always wished for this. A family dinner. Tonight, I have only wished I didn't have a birthday at all this month. Big deal! I have an easy going mom, happy go lucky sister and her ever-psychologically-sensitive hubby (don't get me wrong, he's a champ.. just a bit depressed of late). On the other hand, we have my stubborn grandad who thinks everything can be fixed according to his rules and theories, my proud grandmom who had NEVER regretted what she had done in the past and a sick uncle who's too smart to take any type of shit from anyone, that results in a smart ass cocky wisecrack on a wheelchair. Now, when these six people meet, it's all cool but ONLY if you mute their conversations. Once you listen to what they say, you can tell that they have not let go of their pasts. Well, basically my grandparents cannot and my sick uncle plays the patriotic-to-his-parents sonny boy ( as opposed to his rebellious normal self ). Later, this would affect my brother in law because his system is not immune to cocky payouts that my grandparents normally do. And then, my sis would be affected cos she lives under the same roof with mr sensitive, which in turns would sadden my mom.... and the reason would be.. BECAUSE IT WAS MY FRIGGIN BIRTHDAY...
I guess now you have seen yet another insight of my 'real' family life. Don't get me wrong. My grandparents are the best grandparents I could've ever wished for and my mom is a pretty cool laid back mom and my sis only cares about cute japanese stationery sets and my little brother in law, nothing can make him smile as much as soccer. But when they clash, they clash. Now I know how it feels to be the magnetic field between two magnets with both the same sides of their poles pointed to each other.
I'm guessing by now, my non-related bro-like friend, Jack, would be getting pissed drunk at his twenty first. I kinda wrote a bit of a speech and emailed it through Robby. I feel quite honored he asked me for a bit of an input in his speech. I do miss him lots as much as I miss my other good friends as well and it kinda semi-suck that I won't be there drinking my ass off.
I just chuckled to myself thinking about my family drama. Seriously, at times like these, all you could do is just find a bit of a comedy in its flaw. If I were a soldier at a world war, yes I would be scared shitless but then again, given the consequences, I would find something to laugh at. Maybe I'm just weird. Anyways, I was laughing at how big a deal things can get in my family. Wait til I come out to them. Boy, that would be a Golden Globe winning episode of my life, if it was ever made into a TV-Series. Soap opera producers would go bankrupt, Gossip Girl drama would be so last year, people would laugh at Mischa Barton dying for OC reruns and people would start counting the wrinkles on Chad Murray's forehead in One Tree Hill when he starts crying as opposed to feeling sorry for him. Cos you see.. my life capitalizes the "D" in drama, my life is the epitome of drama.. if drama was a party, my life would be Paris Hilton... if drama was Hitler, my life would be his moustache... I breathe drama.
I did vow to post an entry that wouldn't be sobby, sad, sappy or boring. And I guess I've stuck to it. This is the funniest entry ever.
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