do not read between the lines

and because i felt farking guilty.

beb and i tossed coin on what movie to watch, i won, but we ended up watching the ultimate guy movie, TFATF: Tokyo Drift. It's a saturday afternoon and everybody else was watching superman so we had the cinema all by our lonesome selves, except for a few other guys with their clueless gfs in tow (feel their pain hahaha). T'was a cool movie, but beb kept talking about the cars at mere sight , and he was like, "That's a viper, you know how many vipers there are in the Philippines? One. One!" or "That's a Mazda RX7, it's goes from 0 to blah blah blah...." after a while it all kinda sounded like greek to me (much like what he feels like when i watch The Buzz and go "Si keanna Reeves yan nanalo yan ng PBB Celebrity Edition...). Anyways, i just passed time, enjoying a taste of Japanese fasyon, and pondering on how Han got to me deep. He's right. Life is simple. You make choices. Then you don't look back. Such a softee inside a tough ass movie. Cinema equivalent of a toosie roll. Hehehe.

I'm not listening to Rihanna again.