My Darling, My Blood...

A day out for 2 equally flaked out individuals.

We were so tired that we didn't even argue..not once.

To every depressing talk, we ended it with the perfect one-word-er = Life…

I conned her into watching Million Dollar Baby. Then again, she happily assumed that it was going to be like Rocky. (A very costly assumption)

Poor girl. As we were waiting to buy tickets, she was looking around, glancing at posters…and gasp…it was so evident she hasn't been reading newspapers, watching TV or doing anything synonymous to chillin'. She didn't know what Hitch was, featuring Will Smith. She was so horribly off the movie calendar that her initial plan was to watch Constantine. It's not even in the schedule!

It baffled me…a lot. It was me, the nerd-dy one. Not her. Certainly not her. And yet….Oh yah, dear-ry here was doing Form 6. And the straight out of Loon-ville stories she was telling me was testament enough that it was a miracle she was still who she is…

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One classmate has started talking to the wall...

Another nearly went blind after contracting chicken pox. All thanks to her rooftop level of stress.

One guy mugs like shit at home so much so his mere existence in class is to bug everyone out of their skin.

It's so freaky…the teachers are asking them to chill.

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Now, now…

Million Dollar Baby was a masterpiece. It's a wonder how Eastwood pulled it off, minus the glam and violence of boxing. He ripped it all and replaced it with the calm serenity of Freeman's narration.

If you think you're pathetic, you'll see Swank living everyday, very aware that she was trash. One shot at glory and she took it with style. It almost seemed to easy for her, knocking out opponents just one minute into the first round…maybe even less. Shortly after that, you're reminded of the bleak life she's leading - no friends and the worst part of all…you'll wonder how mothers straight from hell can be living.

It's a wonder how little things bring profound changes. And in Swanks' case, witness the early morning mist vaporising from her fairy tale success with the help of a three-legged stool.

If I go on, I am sure to spill the beans on the ending. Don't want to spoil it for ya!

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While watching the movie, future doctors - my friend and I, were squirming away as Frankie fixes Maggie's broken nose. It's really funny thinking back, I was moving my body in the same direction he was yanking the broken nose into place. And when he inserted cotton buds into her nostrils to stop blood from sprouting out like a geyser, we ended it all by saying "Oh MY GOD!" I wonder how we are actually going to survive medicine…

P.S - The movie also fueled a sudden urge to try out Lemon Pie…

Stoned out with Joss Stone's Got a Right To Be Wrong