just minishorts.

Give me a moment for this.

I watched Flight Plan today at the really ultra comfortable Cinema 9 at GSC 1 Utama. Oh man.

Some periods I lapse.

If you're the man I called a 'fucker' this afternoon during the movie, and if you're reading this blog ever, can I say I'm sorry?

I didn't want to say it just now.

I wanted to say that you're pathetic.

But I thought it was sad for me to allow someone like you to ruin an otherwise wonderful, and very rare, one-on-one date that I get to enjoy with my boyfriend.

Eric and I are really busy people, and even though we see each other almost every day, there's hardly opportunities for us to be alone together, much less enjoy a stroll in a public place together. It was supposed to be a great day, head off to Bandar Utama, to get some stuff at the Sony Warehouse Sale, and then rush to 1 Utama to catch a movie (Flight Plan, oh man the show wasn't very good but this is not a review), then maybe get some shoes for the boyfriend, get my BB lip gloss. It was supposed to be a good day.

And then you had to ruin it by interrupting me in the middle of it, saying that I spoke too loudly during the show.

Did I?

I didn't notice you and your wife (I assume its your wife) french kissing under the covers, or the public displays of affection beside my seat. I get excited during movies you see, and sometimes, I get overexcited. I went, 'Oh man, what's wrong with this woman.'

It could have been about Jodie Foster, but maybe, it was about the wife.

The lady who sat in front of me had a ringing cellphone, the man who sat across the aisle had a crying baby.

But no, you had to bend over, and act like a hero, 'Look, could you keep your opinions to yourself, I'm trying to watch a movie here.'

I should have said sorry. I didn't. I should have said, 'Oh.' I didn't.

Instead, I did something very irrational, and out of anger, I pretended to spill the water in my bottle over your wife.

And you did something. You reached over, and said to me, 'Look, you have a problem, its with me. Don't touch her.'

I'm sorry.

I'm having my mood swings. You didn't know it. You hurt my feelings. You didn't know it. You made me lose my cool. You didn't know it.

But I did lose my cool. And the whole lot of 'reputation' that I had built for myself.

Who was there today? Who saw minishorts lost her cool today?

Oh Gawd. Was it embarassing.

Can I say it was because of the Menstrual Witch?

You didn't see it.

But I can say one thing to the man who made me lose my cool today, 'I'm sorry.'

I had many other things to say too, I have other thoughts. I planned the things I should have said, but as Eric said to me, 'Oh well, don't do it again. Don't go to that level.'

I ought not too.

So I'm saying it again. If you're reading this, or the people who saw me saying to the man's wife just now, 'Your husband, or your boyfriend, is an ass shit who doesn't have any respect for other people's space.'

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to lose my cool.

Its the Menstrual Witch.

But they didn't know it. You didn't know it.

What you need to know is just this. I'm sorry.