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WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS STRAIGHT AHEAD. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN V FOR VENDETTA BETTER SKIPPED THROUGH. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED, BETTER DONT GO KNOCKING ON MY DOOR FURIOUSLY ASKING ME TO TREAT YOU TEH TARIK!!

A  couple of friendz complained that my blog is causing them inferiority compleX when it comes to English proficiency reading exercise. Ha ha poyoss sungguh. I cud list at least ten of my frenz’ blogs with better vocab n grammar than mine. Even when i read my own blog segan gak sbb ada spelling/grammatical errors here n there. Tp still tulis gak. Dont knowlah, writing is second nature to me. Especially in English…cause i think it’s much easier to write ur thoughts in English without sounding too mushy and stuff.. Despite the junks and craps i’m blabbering about=). Despite the fact that nobody’s reading it (except for you, of course, my dear. Bless u!). Pretty much because writing is an expression outlet to me. A therapeutic way to express my thoughts and feelings. Dats why i love blogging!

Just got back from watching V for Vendetta at THX GSC Summit. Nice arr..nobody ever watched anything there, so got the whole big screen to ourselves - the huge junkiez for movies. Reaaallly nice sound system….bad toilets (urgh!). Went there in a spur of a moment with Sha, dua2 baru balik keje and decided to kill time by doing useless thing that can waste our money. Got back from there adalah sorang hamba Allah kat Penang ni merajukk laaa pulak..aku tak pegi tengok ngan dia. Pastu sorang lagi hamba Allah kat Seremban tu (yg baru 2 minggu lepas watch FD3 ngan aku n swore off watching 18SG with me, ever!) pulak ugut nak merajuk…. Fenin pala aku..bulan mengambang ke apa petang tadi??

Anyway things went pretty smoothly this time, xder org histeria kat blakang, takde org nak curi air..though Sha get frustrated more than once sbb aku asik grab tangan dia time adegan2 sadis tue. Nice story…very different. Sure nice effects…ofcourse you cant expect nothing less from Schwaroski (this is NOT the correct spelling) brothers who are the co-founder of the legendary MATRIX. There’s a scene I particularly like, in which V was telling Evey how "Count of Monte Cristo" is his favourite movie and asked Evey to join him watch it. "Does it have a happy ending?" Evey asked. "As only a celluloid can" replied V. "Then i’ll watch it".  I only wish they had more of the flashback scenes, especially the background of V before he was captured and became a victim of the sickly military biological experiment. I believe if we could see more of him before he became V, and what he went through afterwards, we’ll have more sympathy and anger on his behalf. And also more scenes from the St Mary virus disaster.

I love this story for the great message behind it. To not only be spoon fed to information, to rethink, redigest and reevaluate everything around us. We are the silent majority who have the power to say yes or no, but do we fully utilize that? Quoting a review i read in The Star : it help us ponder where do you draw the line, and who draw the line, and if it’s already been drawn, do you just accept it? The blood sputtering scenes are not as severe n sadistic as FD3, but presentation was staggeringly real..in an almost poetic way. The plot was genius. The message was strong. The intensity was touching. The bombing scenes were gorgeous. Hugo Weaving (i love him in LOTR n The Matrix) n Natalie Portman were superb. In the end the vicious vampire was vindicated, and V became the symbol of Victory. So like Count of Monte Cristo it also has a happy ending. Go watch.

Uikz lamenyaa tak tulih blog dalam bahasa melayu..ahahaha (poyoSS). erm..whatz been up with me ha? Urm last weekend went out with Lieya pi M.V (mane lagi…) for our monthly wayang+nandos ritual…except this time i have to relent to HER choice of movie…urgh Final Destination 3??? As i was about to argue as i had before to the options of horrendous Heirloom n Nangnak 2, Lia went.."alah, ari tu aku teman ko tengok Pride n Prejudice tu takper…aku bukan ske pon cite cam2.." slow jek nadanya…aduss…relent lah…Dia gak yg susah nanti, ajak aku tgk cite gore + violence cenggitu. Dont say i didnt warn u beforehand!!~

And as i suspected, cite tu penuh dgn keganasan, people got killed right and left with the most imaginative (not to mention plain sick) way you could imagine. Original la, in term of cara kematian tue.

I’m guessing before they started on the movie the producers got together to discuss.."Okay dude…we’re making the final destination3..let’s make it sicker and grosser than before…let’s petrified people off doing foolish things like roller coaster riding, artificial tanning or weight lifting. Okay, okay, so what’s the grosses way to die? Urgh lets smashed their body up, wait, wait i know, the blood must be sputtered into the camera lense…disfiguration is good..better yet…let’s insert some brain smashing scene…uh i know what’ll makes them tick, lets put two Paris Hilton wannabes in the tanning tank and roast them up!!! Yipee!! We’re a sick bunch of people!!! Bet this gonna be a hit. Cause there’s a lotta sicko out there who love watching sick things like this!!!"

Anyway, back to the movie.

Behind us there were a bunch of girls. 5 minutes into the movie, these lovely gals sitting behind me, unfortunately were already fidgeting (very loudly) on their seats during the THX commercials. It was waaaaay early to be choking on your caramelized popcorn, the guyz in the movie weren’t even inside the fateful rollercoaster yet. I mean, i’m not an expert in cinema-watching or anything….but arent you suppose to atleast WAIT until they start the bloody premonition thingy or something before you start gasping like a fish out of the water?

I never thought i would met anyone sillier than me when comes to 18SG flicks, but i had the honour of meeting them that day. The loud fidgeting and gasping went on and on throughout the 2 hours..but at the peak of the moment,during which a certain dumb blondes were being fried, they were really starting to get on my nerve, cause they were literally sobbing uncontrollably, and LOUDLY so! Waaaa so annoying lah!! I was rolling my eyes, but ofcourse they cant see me doing that on the front seat. Its the first time i wish i had an eye at the back of my head. That would spook them for good. 

Lieya by the way, had a few other problemz on her hand aside from the annoying sound effect behind us. It was in a form of a very nervous me, grabbing her hand and tudung and God-knows-what whenever the steam became too gripping for me. She was practically fighting to stay me off her "woi, janganlah!!!" with me stubbornly menyorok blakang dia "aaah, tak kira, aku takutlah!! sapa suruh ko ajak aku tgk cite nih!!" wahahaha nasib ko lah!

On the way thru the movie btw, she suddenly whispered to my ear "weh org sbelah nih amik air aku lah!!" so i sharply look at the girl sitting next to her who was staring animatedly at the big screen while happily slurping on Lieya’s coke. When she realized we were staring at her she suddenly bursted out "Alamak, sorry2!! ingat air saya tadi!!" we all bursted out laughing, with her boyfren laughing out the loudest. Well at least we stiffled the hysterical outcries from the girls behind us for 2 minutes.

Anyway, go watch the movie if you like to see people smashed, stabbed, crushed, and disfigured beyond recognition. That would means most people, right???? Ignore me, i’m just a plain silly person who hates anything bloody.

Just visited the infamous Jeff Ooi’s weblog. wah-la-wey… i think it’s quite refreshing, at least we can see it from a civilian POV. God knows we have enough access to mainstream press POV. For me, there’s no simple white or black, right or wrong. But all i can say is everyone’s entitled to their opiniOn. I read somewhere he’s been called by the police twice (last i counted) for some articles in his blog. For some racism-induced comments a guy posted on his discussion channel. i didnt read them, so i got no right to comment on that. But these ARE pretty heaVVVY stuff, huh?

I read somewhere that it’s pretty important to know that what we are writing in a weblog is not the same as writing in a diary. What we are writing today can be accessed by millions worldwide by a simple click of the gOOgles button. What you’re complaining today bout your boSS might as well be the reason you’ll be sagged tomorrow by reasons of breaching company’s confidentialitY, or worse, intention of defamatiOn. <DooCE> is the term. (Read CLEO Feb 2006 : Can A Blog Get You Fired?..guys can borrow from their galfrenz, if she’s willing to take the risk of you salivating over the sexy pics of gorgeous models in there). So careful guyz. No, i dont mean the model oogling thingy. I read somewhere that in some countries which’re pretty strict bout the freedom of speech (blogging included), actiVe bloggers who vocally criticized the political steering of their government had been sued, and their website shut down for good.

But the again, if you are complaining bout your no-good eXhousemate-nemesis who couldnt tell the difference between hotmail or gmail,whose chances of having a yahoo i.D is more remote than Tom Cruise winning Oscar (ever), than you can ramble much as you want. Right on, Fati!!!

Late Monday afternoon. Just got back from work (: Just finish-up my dinner, feeling happily contented sitting in front of my PC writing in my beloved blog while listening to Keith Urban at miX@202.fm. in lurvely mOOd now..Aha, and last night i thought i’ll be fully dragged down with Monday bluez!! alhamdulillah all the work pressure seems to evaporated into thin air as soon as i walked out (and very early -5.45 p.m.- a record, i might add) of the corporate office tower. i hope michael buble’s <hOme> will be aired soon on the radio. it’ll suit my breezy light with a sprinkle of melancholic mOOd right now just like how a size 4 shoes perfectly fit my feet. (:

Dedicated to someOne who always makes me feel like i wanna ran hundred miles hOme to him~

Home~

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home