Who's chicken shit?

Dailytoe is right when she nicknamed me "Pok Pok Kei" (you have to say it while flapping your arms about). I am chicken shit.

Last night, we went to watch a semi-horror flick. It was in default because tickets for 27 Dresses were sold out. When I called Dailytoe from the box office to tell her that we need to choose an alternative, I actually hesitated to tell her about Sweeney Todd. Instead, I suggested Kung Fu Dunk and CJ7 but she wasn't interested. She asked, 'Somemore what else?'

I took my time, pretending to scrutinise the billboard when actually, the words 'Sweeney Todd' and 'Showing Now' were flashing in my face. I knew that she would never say no to Johnny Depp.

I finally told her.

"Oh!! I don't mind watching Sweeney Todd," she said.

I do. But I didn't want to be difficult. So I said, okay.

But I wasn't very okay.

From the moment, I bought the ticket, I was scared. I walked around Cineleisure hoping that I could gain some courage but failed. When I met Dailytoe outside the cinema, I finally confessed to her, "I'm scared."

She laughed it off and then proceeds to worry about how to smuggle our Subway sandwiches into the cinema instead. She is chicken shit when it comes to breaking the rules whereas I am the type that drives to JB on an empty tank. But I am the chicken shit when it comes to horror flicks.

When the title of the film flashed in bold red (it's blood!) across the screen, I started quaking. I sensed discomfort from Dailytoe as well because she instructed that we finish our sandwiches immediately before we get too scared afterwards.

The movie started. It was all very gory. Johnny Depp sang. Helena Bonham Carter (with heaving boobs) sang. Razors sharpening, blood spilling, human meat pies; everywhere.

We were absolutely useless. I covered my ears the whole time. Dailytoe covered her eyes. We clutched at our jackets and cowered under the seat. We mouthed to each other, "WHY ARE WE WATCHING THIS?"

It all ended with everyone dying. When Depp was slashed to death with his dead wife in his arm, Dailytoe tried to make light of the situation by squealing, "Look! So romantic!" (Romance, my backside!)

When it is all over (finally), the damn cinema did not switch on the lights, hence further adding to the diabolic atsmosphere. We were reduced to running out of the cinema.

It was the most tedious show I have watched in ages.

"Eh, how about we go watch The Eye next?" she suggested.

I 'kok' her on the head.