Movie Monsters Club
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Movie Monsters Club
5th of April, the night the monsters gathered together to feast upon the greatness from a bunch of movies. The five monsters: Valarakia, Ahmadius, Samandias, Coriosa and Weilion, gathered together at the den of Coriosa's, and had a great night watching Garden State, which was ensued by the sharing session of their sob stories about psychotic past relationships with true-blue monsters and had a blast by the end of everything.
I admit, that wasn't the best start to an entry, but I had to type it anyway. As cheesy as it was, blame it on Corinna who came up with the name Movie Monsters Club, which was previously only known as The Movie Club. Adding the word 'Monsters' provoked me to give them all - including myself - monster names. I'm not sure if they sound monster-ish enough, but what's done is done. I don't care if I can go back and delete those names. The names, stay.
The long awaited gathering of the monsters finally happened after much negotiations and compromises. The discussion happened over the internet the previous night, and the lot of us managed to pull the act together and ended up at Corinna's place last night with a bunch of junk food and drinks as company. Not to forget, Ernie was there wandering around the living room, looking at us with those big dog-eyes of his and begging for French Fries at the same time. Ernie is probably the cutest old dog I have ever seen. Despite the obvious aging, you ARE cute Ernie. And you like Casablanca, that's a plus. One more doggie-cookie for you.
The readers can read about the history of the Movie Club through my older entries. But there is a steady decline in the number of movies we get to watch every single session. There were three in the first time, two for the second time and last night's session decreased to a pathetic: One. Despite the multiple hiccups with the players and television, we ended up in Corinna's parents' room, took over the bed and the sofa and got ourselves comfortable. It was probably my first time in a friend's parents' room, and to be honest I felt uncomfortable at first. But since they were overseas on a holiday trip, I'm sure they knew full well that their empty room was liable to be taken over by friends of their daughter. So, we settled in and turned down the lights and allowed the movie to begin.
A little side note here. Ahmad Iskandar has probably the worst track record when it comes to being a viewer of Shawshank Redemption. He rented it three times and never got the time to watch it on all occasions. On top of that, during our second movie session we failed to watch it because we were all tired and it was getting late. This time, he missed it all over again which means that he missed the movie five times in a row. So, reluctant to give up the chance to catch the film but was overwhelmed by exhaustion, the bunch of us ended up around the room talking deep into the night.
Which turned out to be the real essence of the Movie Club, in my opinion as the president. I think the essence of the club really is to have a bunch of good friends come together and have a great time hanging out. The movies are an excuse really, though a real good bonus altogether. I wouldn't want the Movie Club to become a social club for sure, but still I can't say that I didn't enjoy those times on the floor, just talking about our own lives and catching up. Besides, the last session really was organized to loosen up the tensed muscles of the ladies in Universities now, burdened by their school work and projects. It was great to have them all gathered in one room, something which hasn't happened for a very very long time indeed.
In that room that belonged to Corinna's parents, their wedding pictures hung from the walls and stared down at us, as we laid comfortably on the sofa and the floor and making a mess out of everything. I found myself telling to the adults quietly under my breath that it wasn't intentional, and that I'm sure the mess would be cleared up soon enough. But there in the room, we shared our deepest secrets and stories from the distant past. Most of them were romantically related, but most of them never had a beautiful ending. But sharing the stories - at least for me - felt great, because it made me realize that I wasn't the center of all the sadness in the world, but this sadness is also shared by so many other people. I wasn't alone, and there are at least four other great friends - or monsters - to share it with.
Corinna then said that perhaps we were the only sane people left in this world, and that all our Exes have the same horoscope: Psycho. I won't go so far as to say that they are mentalists, but there was this imaginary bubble formed around us that night. Knowing that we shared the same mentality about the past, the present and the future relationships felt like we were some kind of a clan, fighting against the psychotic ex-partners of the world. We felt fearless, at least for me.
And true enough, to hell with the exes. We all have our futures to make still, and the past will always be a contrast to how good our future will be. Because after all, the volume of a sound is only determined by the silence that precedes it. Anyway, to more future sessions of the Movie Monsters Club, cheers.
See you guys in May, my fellow monsters. Meeting #4 at my place, snacks included.
Myself, enjoying a drink. Corinna, smoking on a cigarette/ Digging her nose/ Promoting peace with that sign/ Being cute
Casablanca-lover Vs. Non-Casablanca-lover. Boo to the latter.
3/5 of the Monsters.
Don't. Ask.
Bitches for life, ya'll.
5th of April, the night the monsters gathered together to feast upon the greatness from a bunch of movies. The five monsters: Valarakia, Ahmadius, Samandias, Coriosa and Weilion, gathered together at the den of Coriosa's, and had a great night watching Garden State, which was ensued by the sharing session of their sob stories about psychotic past relationships with true-blue monsters and had a blast by the end of everything.
I admit, that wasn't the best start to an entry, but I had to type it anyway. As cheesy as it was, blame it on Corinna who came up with the name Movie Monsters Club, which was previously only known as The Movie Club. Adding the word 'Monsters' provoked me to give them all - including myself - monster names. I'm not sure if they sound monster-ish enough, but what's done is done. I don't care if I can go back and delete those names. The names, stay.
The long awaited gathering of the monsters finally happened after much negotiations and compromises. The discussion happened over the internet the previous night, and the lot of us managed to pull the act together and ended up at Corinna's place last night with a bunch of junk food and drinks as company. Not to forget, Ernie was there wandering around the living room, looking at us with those big dog-eyes of his and begging for French Fries at the same time. Ernie is probably the cutest old dog I have ever seen. Despite the obvious aging, you ARE cute Ernie. And you like Casablanca, that's a plus. One more doggie-cookie for you.
The readers can read about the history of the Movie Club through my older entries. But there is a steady decline in the number of movies we get to watch every single session. There were three in the first time, two for the second time and last night's session decreased to a pathetic: One. Despite the multiple hiccups with the players and television, we ended up in Corinna's parents' room, took over the bed and the sofa and got ourselves comfortable. It was probably my first time in a friend's parents' room, and to be honest I felt uncomfortable at first. But since they were overseas on a holiday trip, I'm sure they knew full well that their empty room was liable to be taken over by friends of their daughter. So, we settled in and turned down the lights and allowed the movie to begin.
A little side note here. Ahmad Iskandar has probably the worst track record when it comes to being a viewer of Shawshank Redemption. He rented it three times and never got the time to watch it on all occasions. On top of that, during our second movie session we failed to watch it because we were all tired and it was getting late. This time, he missed it all over again which means that he missed the movie five times in a row. So, reluctant to give up the chance to catch the film but was overwhelmed by exhaustion, the bunch of us ended up around the room talking deep into the night.
Which turned out to be the real essence of the Movie Club, in my opinion as the president. I think the essence of the club really is to have a bunch of good friends come together and have a great time hanging out. The movies are an excuse really, though a real good bonus altogether. I wouldn't want the Movie Club to become a social club for sure, but still I can't say that I didn't enjoy those times on the floor, just talking about our own lives and catching up. Besides, the last session really was organized to loosen up the tensed muscles of the ladies in Universities now, burdened by their school work and projects. It was great to have them all gathered in one room, something which hasn't happened for a very very long time indeed.
In that room that belonged to Corinna's parents, their wedding pictures hung from the walls and stared down at us, as we laid comfortably on the sofa and the floor and making a mess out of everything. I found myself telling to the adults quietly under my breath that it wasn't intentional, and that I'm sure the mess would be cleared up soon enough. But there in the room, we shared our deepest secrets and stories from the distant past. Most of them were romantically related, but most of them never had a beautiful ending. But sharing the stories - at least for me - felt great, because it made me realize that I wasn't the center of all the sadness in the world, but this sadness is also shared by so many other people. I wasn't alone, and there are at least four other great friends - or monsters - to share it with.
Corinna then said that perhaps we were the only sane people left in this world, and that all our Exes have the same horoscope: Psycho. I won't go so far as to say that they are mentalists, but there was this imaginary bubble formed around us that night. Knowing that we shared the same mentality about the past, the present and the future relationships felt like we were some kind of a clan, fighting against the psychotic ex-partners of the world. We felt fearless, at least for me.
And true enough, to hell with the exes. We all have our futures to make still, and the past will always be a contrast to how good our future will be. Because after all, the volume of a sound is only determined by the silence that precedes it. Anyway, to more future sessions of the Movie Monsters Club, cheers.
See you guys in May, my fellow monsters. Meeting #4 at my place, snacks included.
Myself, enjoying a drink. Corinna, smoking on a cigarette/ Digging her nose/ Promoting peace with that sign/ Being cute
Casablanca-lover Vs. Non-Casablanca-lover. Boo to the latter.
3/5 of the Monsters.
Don't. Ask.
Bitches for life, ya'll.
"Ahmad look! A pink toilet!"
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