And that's how you describe M. Night Shyamalan's Lady in the water. Despite the bad acting (which meant that the movie surpassed the acting), who knew one could fend off a large, green, grassy-furred doggy with a pool cleaner-mop-thing. hahahaha... and deep within the swimming pool's water vent is a cave full of the stuff you misplaced. Ha.
Amongst the questions i wish to ask Mr. Syamalan is:
1. Why is it madam Narf?
2. Why is the doggy called J.G. Scrunt?
3. Who in the right mind would think of just exercising one side of his body? Obviously not a way to pic up chics.
4. How are your daughters?
Click HERE to read a notsoflattering take of this movie by some idiot who probably needs to be killed for being a bad critic... preferably the same way the movie critic in the movie was killed... narrating his own death. Puh-thetic....
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But anyhoo, I had oodles of fun hanging out/catching up with Neena, Jess, Chelle, Puts and Safia. We ate at the Lebanese Restaurant in KLCC... not bad lah...
I read an article in one of the papers lying around the house (i'm quite sure it's a day old) about bloggers and their blogs saying that what we blog about is rubbish and something about some daft old prick hating other poeple for their freedom of speech. Filter this fuckheads! It's a blog. *rolls eyes* who gives a twohoots if you choose to believe some exaggerated cerita rergarding someones personal life. It's theirs so get off tthe case wouldja?
And who asked YOU to believe them in the first place. Blogging is one way to express what you feel about issues. Although some may be rather taboo, so what? Here's something I wrote a few years back regarding the whole notion of HELL. And if you want me to be quiet about it, I suggest YOU COME HERE AND MAKE ME.
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THE LIFE WE LIVE AND THE PROMISE OF HEAVEN
Well, there's this life and there's heaven and hell right? What is life? My opinion is that life is like high school... well maybe just school. This because what you do here effects your afterlife. Think about it... here, it's like your a juvie (see juvenile) and the things you do are only punishable as a probationary offence. And hell, on the other hand, is the bighouse... yeah, the prison. you go there for a given time to repent for juvie sins and if your juvie sins include murder, sodomy, adultery, etc. you stay there for eternity... which is like a life sentence, but the worst part is YOU NEVER DIE! You just go through the rest of your afterlife repenting for these heinous crimes that YOU committed.
So, this means that since hell is like prison, almost everyone whose done their time will be able to live a peaceful life... or err... afterlife in heaven. Provided that your time done ends before Judgment Day. During Judgment Day, its a whole different set of teeth. Think it as Your final hearing before the jury (God Almighty). And that He is also your Judge and defence attorney... boy that sucks. and the worst part is you're not wearing anything and your sins take up their oath on a colour screen plasma 'larger than average' TV. If you make it through the hearing, you get out of jail free, otherwise... its the eternal bighouse for you.
And then there's the merit (pahala) and demerit (dosa) system. You follow the rules you get merits (pahala), and if you don't or do something wrong, you get demerits (dosa)... which entitles you to a certain amount of time in hell. Not your cup of tea? Well, thats how it works and like i said... Life is your probationary period... so that He knows whether your good enough for heaven... so cheers to Life!
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Speaking of cheers, My dad put's up a good argument of whether alcohol is indeed haram. Go and read the Quran translation (in english by Yusof Ali) and you'll understand why most eyes open wider than after listening to the mundane drawlings of that imam in the masjid you go to for Friday Prayers.
I think i've given suffice rant-ing.
Totally random: Frankenstein hates you
