emily rose

Last Saturday, my friend and I felt the need to scare the s**t out of ourselves. So, we booked ourselves for the evening "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" show.

For, those who hasn't seen me watch horror flicks at home, you're dead lucky.

I may have this "macho" outlook, don't mess with me attitude, but faced with a scary movie, fuiyoh! chicken like hell. At home, I'd be circling the room, walking to the kitchen and back, occasionally sitting behind the sofa waiting for the horror to end, I'd pretend to be reading the newspaper or play with the cat when in actual fact I was dead nervous. And my friend, she wasn't any better. People alike flock together?

Anyways, the cinema....

To cut the story short, the row behind us spent most of the time gigling at us (the both of us were watching the movie from behind my friend's shawl) and the row in front was dead annoyed (I think I did some karate moves).

By the way, some subliminal advertising ey, the movie.