oh yes, there will be blood!
not droplets. but fucking POOLS of blood.
splashing, squirting, never-ending flowing of red blood cells.
sweeney todd.
someone slap me please.
cant believe i actually waited so long for a show that wasnt that entertaining.
maybe bcos it was alrdy 945pm and ive been out the whole freaking day.
or maybe bcos of the movie CJ7 that we watched in the afternoon.
or maybe bcos of the lousy dinner at DinTaiFung Paragon.
lunch at fish&co glass house.
wtf, surprised at how cheap the prices were for the lunch menu.
damn, its a scam!
ive been cheated all my life eating from the more expensive dinner menu.
back to the "oh yes, there will be blood!" point.
the songs were so catchy, that i got irritated every time they sang it.
every time? yes, they sung it like 2 - 3 times, it practically just annoyed the living shit out of me.
but at the songs were better at the end.
what were you expecting, ivan?
hairspray or high school musical?
never a fan, but i think the kids sang better.
the producers were obsessed with turning every line of the script into a song.
but at least john who slept a bit during the show was making the best out of it.
singing irrevelant stuffs. in tune and perfect pitching.
and soo ever loudly. the whole cine heard him.
but at least it lifted everyone's tired soul.
strangely, im depressed.
digressing- but starting work on wed.
feeling ambivalent about it.
i wanna play. enjoy. thats my life.
but i need the money.
moolahs from the freaking job that im been procastinating to start for 2 weeks.
why, its weird.
uniquely depressing.
oh, no apologies for the heavily-tinted angst in my post.
