Of the Man Behind the Mask.

Picking an outfit can be a pain sometimes (especially being in the girls department where everything has to MATCH) From the top to the bottom, to accessories all running along the same colour scheme or at least the same theme. "Hmm, how about going for that look. Or how about just going in my plainest piece of clothing and then accessorise up! *beams* perks of being a girl. I know. Lol. Oh well, do not judge just yet because not everyone has that urge to leave their houses looking like a barbie doll on display. Except maybe without their chi-hua-huas bobbing their heads out of their Gucci handbags. (just.kidding) Sometimes, I have the urge trust me but there are times when I just dress for the sake of dressing. I dress to go not Go to dress.

Maybe I might grab a cardigan because you know how unpredictably cold it can be and strangely, it comes in waves. I could be taking off and putting my cardigan back on several times but in the end of it all my lazy bones would give in and the cardi stays on.

Usually, we're very decisive about the pick because we have been anticipating its release for a couple of weeks already. In that case, we would have already been well prepared and because of that, we'd not have to be apart of the long snaky line of people. Just the length that resembles an earthworm.

Time is the key factor. If we have it we'd use it for last minute toilet trips while those who does not have the urge would kindly help with getting the source of keeping our mouths shut. From water bottles to regular couple sets.

I have not encountered an experience with the guy and my identification. s**T means I look 18 and above. Oh well.

Finally, in the darkness and only having the beams of light at the end of each line as our guide. We have arrived safely and oh-so-comfortably we sit ourselves on the red ruby cushioned chairs. Or at least for as long as I remember it was comfortable enough that my butt could survive and not sore within and after the next few hours. My favourite part is having more anticipations for the next following weeks. (Blame it on the sneak previews and interesting trailers but I love em) :) Making fun of the advertisements "Kristyn, what's your husband doing with such muscly arms and dark sunglasses?" (oh.by the way, it's an animated version of an extremely muscled man who supposedly warns those who does not put their mobile phones on silent mode) If I remember correctly that is. Chatting away while the advertisements are playing and has already finished playing (with our shout-at-the-top-of-our-lungs-voices) which I was "Shh!" at before. Sigh, embarrassment is an understatement to that moment and I trust that we have all learnt our lesson well. HEEhee.

Silence floods over place as it becomes pitch black with only the light shining from what's in front of us. Of course, there would be occasional ringing of mobile phones "ALO ALO here and ALO ALO there" There would be screams and laughters, tears at the end even.

We'd be one of the last ones to leave. As if, respecting and acknowledging the credits (more like stretching and chatting about where we'd head off to for lunch or dinner or supper). I'd leave with an anticipation to the coming of another.

I am so going to watch a movie after my exams and during my holidays.

You know when people usually blog when they're super duper free? I blog when I am supposed to be NOT super duper free. *help me ahh*