The Exorcism of Emily Rose

The exorcism of Emily Rose is a MUST watch! It’s meaningful, real and scary. Considering that I’m a big time movie critic, you gotta believe me when I say it’s a nice show.

The cinema was full house and the air-cond is not too cold, just perfect for a midnight show. Well, aside from this stupid bitch who sat beside me that talked non-stop throughout the whole 2 ½ hours, everything was fine. Okay, the movie started off with er…darn I can’t remember because I kept starring at that stupid bitch, trying to make her shut her lily-ass mouth off.

Anyhow, the whole show is basically about this girl, Emily Rose, a devout catholic who was possessed by 6 demons, among them, Lucifer, the Satan’s son. A priest tried to help her to chase away all the demons through exorcism, of course, but to no avail as she was on a drug that interfere the brain activity to respond to the exorcism. The drug was given to her by her doctors as they diagnosed or rather, misdiagnosed her with schizophrenia. In the end, she died; the priest could not help her. She died, leaving a letter to the priest, telling him she knew why she was possessed. In the letter, she said, the night before she died, she saw someone calling her name, it was Virgin Mary. She asked Her why does god let her suffer. Virgin Mary said that god wanted people to believe in Demon, to believe that there was a god. Through her being possessed, people can actually see that Demon is real, that there is god. Emily was given a chance to choose; she can either go with Virgin Mary to heaven or she could stay in her body, suffering. She chose to stay because she wanted to help god. But anyhow, she died,er..i’m not sure why.

Yeah, I know I suck in telling stories...but it’s hard enough to tell the story, let alone put it in words. Anyway, this show is really nice in the sense that it is REAL, yes; it was based on a true story. It’s a horror story with no ghost in it. You can’t see a ghost at all but it was a damn scary movie.

I’ll give it 9/10 (I would have given it a 10 if not because of that bitch)

You gotta see it to believe it.

Holiday!!

Finally, it's holiday! Well, frankly, i HATE holidays.

You see, there are only three people in my house right now. My parents and me. Imagine seeing the same person for 24/7 for 2 months, i'm not saying that i don't enjoy my parents' company. I do, but i just can't stand not seeing my friends. okok, i might sound like a inappreciative brat right now but hey, i'm just being honest!

Anyway, if any of u wants to watch sound of thunder. pls, take my advice, DONT WATCH IT! you will so regret if u watch it. The graphic is terrible, the storyline is so expected (the hero NEVER dies even though there are 1000 flesh eating monkeys surrounding him) and the ending man, so lame , it's like bollywood story. I don't get it, why do these people make this kind of movies when they know viewers loathe it? They are wasting thier time, energy, money but beyond all, wasting OUR money. I regret paying rm10 for it, it's better if i donate it to welfare.

I can't wait for a reunion with my secondary school's friends. Really looking forward to meet them especially Christine!!

Surprisingly, i kinda like High School now. i dread it so much that i would sleep during lessons (well, i still do during math, hehe) but now, i find the people there are okay after all. The guys from high school, especially, are funny, smart, sporting and ehem...good looking. haha..well most of them are. It's nice hanging out with them.

sorry peeps

hey.

I have 2 minutes to write this,my bro is bugging me to let him use the com.
Actually, i don't feel like writing cos i'm so lazy these days. Perhaps it's because exams are over, so, laziness sets in. Typical of me.

Alright, 2minutes is up. I got to go!

hahaha..i promise to write a quality blog NEXT TIME.

Blessed

At the moment, I feel so blessed because I'm surrounded with caring friends and supportive family members. This week was full of ups and downs. Firstly, I was feeling so happy but the next thing u know, I was so upset over a silly misunderstanding. I felt so angry and sad at the same time and it was my first experience on that particular matter. Forgive me for being so secretive but it's something personal and embarassing.Anyhow, thank god i have all my friends around me, god knows what will happen without them.

I don't meant to be so philosophical for my previous blog..hehe but somehow, i was influenced by a philosophical guy.I'm sure many of you are surprised how mature i have become but that's not exactly the real me...hehe, I'm very playful but when I'm going through hell, well, I can be serious.

So, the moral of the story is be thankful and appreciate every single one around you.

What a discovery!

I have always been the cheerful and hilarious one among my friends but ever since I moved to High School I have changed tremendously. I wasn’t aware of it until my best friend told me how different I have become, how quiet and timid, how negative, how I isolated myself among others and how anti-social I have become. I spent one whole day thinking about what she told me, whether or not it was true. Then I realized she was true all along. I was not aware of the changes in me.

I took a 180 turn from my old self and became a new person whom I did not recognize. Then it struck me that I NEED to change to my old self because the new me is killing me socially.

With that, I made a vow to talk to everyone and to be cheerful the next day I go to school. And I did. I went to school with a positive and cheerful mind, greeting ‘hi and morning’ to a lot of people. I talk to many people whom I wasn’t aware of, even though they were just a class beside me. In fact, I talk the most today compared to these few months in high school. It felt good to be able to talk voice out and be heard. I finally get to know a lot of them and to my surprise; they weren’t as bad as I thought. Now, deep down inside I felt really good and happy.

I used to think that smart people are those who are happiest because they get more recognition that those who are not but I found out that a lot of smart and top scorers in my class are terrible in real human communication.
For example, I knew one guy who is extremely smart and good looking and sits behind me in class, but he never talks to others except his own friends. He struck me as one hell of a snobbish and nosy guy who thinks he is the BEST. I even heard him bitching about others to his own friends. Pathetic and vain.
From this I have come to a conclusion that the essence of life is not how smart or successful you are but in fact it is how you treat others and how they treat in turn.

Happy Mid autumn!

I have always loved celebrating mid-autumn festival. When I was a kid, my mom would always bring us to grandma’s house where all my relatives would gather to celebrate this once-a-year-festival. I, my siblings and cousins enjoyed playing candles, lanterns (we absolutely loved to burn them) and eating moon cake. Since, my grandparents live in a Chinese village; this festival is celebrated with much enthusiasm, with the children playing lanterns, the teenagers playing fireworks and the adults enjoying their conversations. My grandparents’ garden would be surrounded by candles and filled with laughers. My 4th auntie, whom I considered to be ‘cool’ would bring along her kids, all whom are still very young and also lots of fireworks. She would then be the commander and the kids were her recruits.
She would teach us to play fireworks, not those minor ones but huge and extremely loud ones. Her children were the elite groups where they would li
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t the fireworks in their hands, and threw them on the floor, precisely on time before it explode with a loud bang. We enjoyed competing with the neighbors to see who could play them better. Whenever we hear a loud firework, we would feel challenged and lit a louder one. Despite all the danger no one got hurt before, perhaps because of the ‘training’ provided by my auntie. We used to have this tradition of reusing empty coconut shells. We would fill them up with wax (leftover from candles scrapped from the garden) and burn them. They produced a very nice coconut smell. The day would end with everyone taking a walk the in neighborhood, along with lanterns.

But sadly, over the past few years, mid autumn festival has just been another ordinary celebration. My family no longer goes to my grandpa’s house as there was no more celebration there. I have not seen some of my cousins for months, the last time were during Chinese New Year. Because I stay in a city where there are only a handful of Chinese, mid autumn festival is just another typical working Saturday.