Yesterday was relatively fun. Had been so long since I last caught up with wee. We had a great time watching movie. "My brother" is immensely touching. Three of us were so into the show, sank so deep into the plot, so touched by the bond between the brothers (and course on Bin's facial features) when... "Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutttttt... " A middle aged man gave the longest and loudest fart I have ever heard. If the cinema had been bigger, there would have been echos. Imagine the fart molecues hitting the cinemas walls and diffusing from the brief to the pants, to the cinema seat and into the air shared by everyone. Gross.
Ok, so I made it sound gross but I would have forgiven the poor soul with weak stomach if he had not started a symphony with the auntie in front. On and off, at every ten minute interval, one burp and the other fart. Horn and drumbeat makes a wonderful symphony. Thank Goodness flo wasn't there, or her shrieking laughter would have made the third instrument. Thanks to the bloated belly, everytime I see Won bin's beautiful features, I automatically think of fart.
Nevertheless, the movie was super good. Our sobs add on to the symphony, bringing it to a greater height. Seriously, I was so afraid that people might think the three of us were the farting teenage girls. Imagine after the movie and you hear: "Nowadays young girls are so daring. Fart in public..."
Catch the movie. It's worth the money.
Jacqueline
11:15 AM
