Sunday, March 19, 2006

"Ideas are bullet-proof"

WHOA. V for Vendetta. Mind blowing.

I love it. I LOVE IT!!!! Oh we all love it, come'on. Admit it!
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this is feroze, ITS DA BOMB!!

and back to my lovely..
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Well, yes, the only bunch of people who would think this movie suck are those apathetic uneducated group of mats and minahs, such as a couple we overheard saying, "The movie was ok lah, I don't really understand the storyline but the effects were good" while we were walking down the Cineleisure escalator. Holy shit, I had no idea a human being could be that thick.

There are plenty who would think the movie was all about the special effects, but these people aren't worth mentioning in the first place anyway. We watched with the best group of people whom I initially thought were a bunch of snobs But hey, they're ok, just the NS supernatural stories weren't. The guys were DA BOMB OF DA BOMB. There was once a local clothing line with that name. Totally obsolete now.

You guys gotta watch it to live it man. hah, that sounded so lame. But who the fuck cares?
I'm gonnna get me some of that masks, bro!
By the way, photos for this post would be up the next time I blog cos right now, the blogger photo is a pain in the arse.

V is the SHIT.
H is O. The Heat is On! WAHAHAHHAHA.
Ben Stiller rocks.

Ok calm down.

Remember that Rambo gig poster I put up a while ago? The one with the band Mati Katak amongst the Sesame Street gang? WAHAHAHAH. Well, that gig's happening today. Unfortunately I couldn't go due to lack of cash (thank God, Siti's meeting me tomorrow for the Munchies gig tix) and also cos I had to tutor my lil sis. I would love to hang with Jason & co. and also lovely Nessi.

I really want to buck her up.
Whatever the fuck man, I really want her to graduate with good O level results so she could get into La Salle or something. I just don't see her as a media-type of a person although I'm beginning to see great influences I have over my siblings.
As of late, I think my bro wants to be a sports journalist while my sister's beginning to resemble me in that frekain emo hair of hers. And she's been up ten notches in my book for listening to hardcore, punkrock and indie and NOT joining the Malay Cultural Dance group in her secondary school. Malay dancers nowadays are such minahs.

I really want her to do something like Video Art or become an Arts teacher when she's old. And I still imagine my bro as a pilot when he's 30. Heh. he should really join the Air Force after graduating and get scholarship from them and get high pay. Once he reaches a certain age and bored of airborne adrenaline, he can settle with some sports journalism. Man, that'd be cool.

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Why the fuck am I visioning my siblings' future, Goddamnit?

I feel like getting my diploma do some DIY businesses with my darling, get into the media, do some magazine designing or PR work and get the degree with the money I earn. Then when I turn 28 and sick to my stomach of the media, I wanna sign on to be an air stewardess, get that contract like how Feroze's aunts got theirs, live a comfortable life, travel for a decade or so then stop once I get enough cash, get a house and a car, buy a landed property and rent it out for monthly cash, go on vacation and do media again. WOOHOO!

Psycho.
I feel like such a grown up.

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