HOTDOGs and Movie

the new movie on harold and kumar, is grossly funny. and by grossly, i mean gross. even as i laughed, some part of me went ewewewewewewew...like a broken record trying to make a point! of course, there isn't such a thing as "perfect" humor! tht'll be very...unfunny? but if its humor for the sake of humor (i.e not ironical "smiles"), just hearty laughs-- then i would at least strive to make it funny, in a NON-afterthought kinda way. i wouldn't want my audience to go "EW" after a laugh or even before a laugh. tht'll be too confusing. are you laughing at it? laughing with it? or laughing it off?
if u follow the trend, it'll go something like this: "hahaEWhahaEWhahaew"...and soon separated by its sound-effects "huh... hmm... haow?"... See what i'm saying?! the entire purpose of comedy is lost, if u end up questioning it.

we usually get hot dogs or u know something to munch in the hall to keep ourselves entertained, in case the movie sucks. so we wait in line for eternity, watching these 3 DUMB blonde girls(thankgod i cleared THAT up), making a life-or-death choice between popcorn, pretzels or nachos. goodness! and the Asian guy attending their order, is indulging their dumbness! even without being blonde! at least blondes have a license to be dumb. this guy was Asian. u are suppose to be smart dude! what are u doing screwing up our legacy? this ain't rocket science. this ain't even computer science! just selling popcorns. unscientifically. cuhmon! be a man! be an Asian man! :)

so we got hot dogs from another counter.

dedication: to my great SINGING CHEF

she is sometimes rude, crude, bit-of-moods, wooed... and now wed. and i love her. not all times. but many times. i love nothing all of the time. it would be a boring habit. and i dont trust boring habits. "habit" is the official word for one of your disgusting/meaningless practices. and it takes a long, boring time to grow habits. perhaps when waiting in a waiting-room. or in a dentist's clinic, waiting to be drilled upclose and personal! right inside your mouth. (talk about no privacy!) and the thought of it, made you bite your nails, or dig your nose, or fart, or chew your thumb...! and this took an OFFICIAL turn, the day you launched it as "habit".
hence, i don't love her by habit. but love her nevertheless.
i'm immensely in awe with her big mouth, big heart, big brain, and BIG culinary skills! yesterday night, exemplified all her biggies. we talked for a long time, like Jane and Elizabeth. [ok you can be Elizabeth. but i'll give you a tough fight;)] And when she is nice to u, & u better be on her good books, she talks to you so soothingly, with her words tripping so gently upon you, she'd make u feel like a small child (or pampered brat! with all the food n goodies). but her maturity is like a NYC skyscraper. and she'd inspire you towards becoming THAT.

thus, by the end of this big and small fluctuations of your sense-n-sensibility against hers, you'd wonder if u just got outta bungie jumping or sky-riding

this post is to let her know, it was nice talking to you yesterday. and i'd remember those words for a long time. (perhaps even make it a HABIT, who knows!)


HABIT
A BIT remains.
BIT remains.
IT remains.