I was yearning to watch "V for Vendetta" since the movie came out in the year 2006. I didn't have the chance to, until I finally got my hands on it when I managed to borrow a original copy of DVD in the college library.
I know how scary the mask can be. Smiling at you. Especially how fake and weird his hair can be (like a girl).
Even Sara agrees! Jkjk ;p
Of course, I'm not blogging about to brag about him. Basically, this movie reflects back onto our society. It reminds me one of my of Culture & Ideas classes.
This movie is not just about the guy with a funny fawk mask. It actually talks about this mysterious guy going against the Parliaments of Great Britain in order to gain the rights of people's freedom. Sounds boring to you, yea? Maybe it won't if you watch it.
It took my awhile to figure out what was going on in that movie. And I was pretty glad that I didn't choose to watch it at my younger years, cause I wouldn't have make it out what was the movie talking about.
It was a pretty good movie to watch.
A bit of romance and drama here and there.
The only part I hate about the movie was when he shaved that poor girls hair.
Oh my gawd. How mean! I wish she was my sister!!
Okay, okay. I was joking. But, seriously.
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I'm stucked with this quote after watching this movie.
"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."
This is from the scene where V, the fawk mask guy, fight his last battle.
P.S : So fake with the slow motion visual affects. Seriously.
P.S : So fake with the slow motion visual affects. Seriously.
I wish I could have explain more about the meanings which lies in this movie because it's really meaningful, but I gotta chiao. So, chiao! WATCH IT!
It's been nearly 2 months, since I've started college.
Like, everybody else, I'm trying to adapt to the new environment and the people there.
So far so good. I've met good and caring friends. I've put in effort into the things I do. I've make sure I don't do my assignments and homeworks at the eleventh hour.
Just recently, on Tuesday, I caught a fever again. For the 3rd or 4th time. It really killed me this time.
After I recover in just a day, I had stomach upsets for the whole week!!
Why am I getting weaker and weaker?!
I didn't felt like eating. I almost skipped my breakfast, lunch and dinner. I tried forcing food down my stomach.
I felt like throwing up during classes and especially my presentations. THIS IS JUST NOT ME!!
I had to endure the tough days ahead. It was so sick. One of my group partners made me very 'du lan', and I just felt like ripping off my hair altogether at once. I tried not to express my anger in public and made sure I don't do anything stupid and humilating.
Maths topic test. I screw it up. The teacher actually said 20 QUESTIONS. Oh yeah, there were 20 questions, with an additional of 2 more questions (22 questions)!!
She gave us so much time, and I didn't bother to flip the last 2 pages at the back to check.
Wah....I'm really so *ucked up for the first time of my test life. It was such a very careless mistake. I just feel like crying. *uck this thing. *UCK!!!
After that, I went for replacement maths classes. I was such in a bad mood. I can't even think straight. *uck.
And the chapter is all about the first chapter of Add Maths during high school. Wah liew...with no Add Maths background, I was trying to make out what the teacher was talking about. And, I don't get it, not until the end of the lesson.
I don't even have the mood to hang out with my friends and even feel happy going to church.
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I just wish things get better.
I just wish I had an appetite to eat again.
I just wish I won't score so bad in my exams.
I just wish, for a road to recovery.
Five Evil Things That I Wished To Do :
1. Change my caller ringtone into an Indian-Bangala song. So that non of my friends will call me.
2. Bring a worn out blanket to my friends car. While sitting at the back seat, if I'm lucky enough to have a police road block ahead. Lie down like a 'dead' person, using the blanket to cover myself. Hopefully the police will ask my friend to pull to the side.
3. Using my cousin's toothbrush to wash the toilet bowl.
4. Order a large size pizza. Try to put a strand of tiny hair into the pizza, making sure it's not so obvious that you did it. Demand for a replacement of your pizza.
5. Going out/in from an open door, after that, closed the doors quickly, when my friends are about to walk in/out.
Sometimes, facebook is really ridiculous.
My goodness...53 Siblings.
That's one kind of active sex life they have.
I waited 4 years for this. But, now, it's useless to me ):
Being who you are is the most important thing in the world.
Knowing that you are special. Because you have only one special personality, which is being yourself.
No matter how hard you try to hide it, one day, you won't be able to hide it anymore.
Just like wearing a make-up. You may make up your face to be pretty and beautiful. But, at the end of the day, you may have to wash your make ups away. Why? Because, no one wears make ups to sleep(unless for drunkers). Same goes with our personality. We may pretend to be fake, but in the end, you're still the same old person.
When you refuse to accept the fate that you're acting the way you are, things will get worse. Just like a make-up. If you refuse to remove your make-ups, your make-ups will be smudged all over your face. Lip stick smudge over your lips. Mascaras smeared. It turns all ugly. Same goes with us if we don't accept it the way we are.
Seriously,
these advertising people are annoying me!!!
I don't know how the heck they get my e-mail and simply added me. But, I'm really annoyed at these people!
It annoyed me so much. That, I know what are they going to type next.
It was a normal Saturday night, hanging out with a gang of 5 old friends. Philip, he was the eldest among the gang, also a leader, decided to head to the pub.
He ask us whether we want to tag along. He wanted to show us some old performing band playing in an old pub.
Well, to spice up my Saturday night, I decided to go along. Not because everyone was going, but since I've never been to a pub, so, why not?!
Upon arriving there, we made the "big" entrance, everyone eyes turn to meet upon us.
Okay, let's see.
I'm still 17 going on 18. One year difference won't hurt, aye?
And then, there's my black sports shirt and black pants with a pair of white Nike running shoes and with my hair neatly tied.
Oh, who cares?! I don't care what I wear to the pub?!
Anyway, we manage to find a table for ourselves, which is just right in front of the stage, at the dark corner.
We were early, because there were people on stage making preparations.
There were rock musics playing through the amplifiers.
The smell of cigarette smokes fills the air, mixing with the smell of beer and the air-conditioning.
A sexy waitress strolls along to our table and kindly ask us anything that we which to order. She brought us the drinks Menu as well. I saw a pen sticking between her cleavage. I bet all the guys are dying to use her pen. I glance through the list of drinks.
Philip knew it was my first time there. He gave me a warm smile and said, “Order anything that you like. You can try a glass of cocktail, if you can’t finish, you can give it to me.”
Beer.
Cocktails.
Vodkas.
Isn’t there any other drinks which doesn’t involve a drop of alcohol?
Yes! There! Bingo! At the corner of my eyes, a list of fruit juices were listed.
I ordered a glass of mango juice. Thinking, that I have to play safe just for the night.
As, we settle down into the environment. I look around the surroundings. Old middle-age people hanging around. Sober people. Happy people. Stress up people. Emotional people. Many types of people!
I took a sip from my juice, as I continue observing the people around me. The music, blaring from its speakers. My heartbeat, following the beat of the music. The speaker annoys me so much, that I could just imagine myself turning into this hideous gorilla and flinging those gigantic amplifiers at the crowd. It was placed in front of me.
Finally, the band, led by 4 people in their 40’s started performing. I forgot the band’s name, because their not as important as my SPM syllables.
Because they were playing all oldies songs, there were some songs which I couldn’t recognize.
As I observe the 2 lead singers singing, one with long hair and big specs playing the guitar. While the other, curly shoulder length hair with a moustache, his unbutton shirt and his bulging stomach, he’s the leader of the band.
They sing good songs. They’ve got the voice to sing it.
I went home late that night.
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But, seriously, the long hair man with his guitar. The more I see him play, the more I think that his hair is fake.
On the other hand, the lead singer with the curly hair and moustache. I keep staring at his bulging stomach. Not to be offensive, but it kept me thinking as I look at him. I thought to myself, is this all he does with his life? Sings in a pub, drinks beer, sleeps when the sun rises, wakes up again and sing? Wow. That’s a life that I wouldn’t want of.
People. A pub is a place where many different people are gathered together. Just by looking at them, you could read them just like an open storybook.
3 middle-age ladies sat on the table, drinking beer. 3 of them, not talking. Maybe, they’ve been friends for many years, and just wanted to chill out together after a rough day at work. As, they say, Silence Is Golden.
A lady sitting and enjoying the beautiful oldies music. Maybe, she’s a mother who is having a break from her households chores and comes to the bar every night without fail to listen to her favourite band playing.
A man in his 50’s sitting at the bar, downing a bottle of beer. Probably, he had fought with his spouse or he just had a rough day at work.
There are many different people with many different stories written inside them.
And, one of it is about a lady who made her first trip to a pub, and begun looking at these weird people around her and writing it down as her own experience story. That lady, was me. Obviously.
