Watching Sin City for the 5th time actually seemed a little more interesting than the previous 4. Why?! Some of you might ask.... As opposed to watching it with my best buds or myself like how I always enjoy my films, let me introduce you to Joanne.

Joanne has trouble spelling the name Tarrantino, let alone watched his films. I knew I was in for a ride. Plopping down at a bean bag next to her, Joanne has no idea how her television works. The movie starts and so does her barrage of questions. On a normal day, people that asks too many questions during a movie makes me wanna stab my thigh with a rusty fork, mostly due to rhetorical 'I'm not using my brain enough' questions.

But Joanne (or 'Chess playing Warlord' whichever you prefer to address her by..) didn't seem to irritate nor make me want to induce pain towards myself out of irritance,. It was pure fun keeping mum as she eventually figures most of it out on her own. (At least thats what I think.)

Since she will be reading this post in a few minutes, I would like to say Joanne and I got off to one of the most romantic starts in the history of meeting somebody new. As I was nursing my hangover, she keeps prodding me to send her back, and when I did, ( after applying the real definitive meaning of 'soon') she went ballistic. Things got a little more charming when she sulked and long faces were plastered all above her neck. To top off the magical night, she whispers..  " Are you sure this is a new car? Why does it look so old?". YEap, true love.

 As I am writing this, JOanne is sitting directly in front of me, stalling time. haha. If only she  knew I finished this like 15 minutes ago ... She's sweet :)