Have you ever wondered if the world around you was real?

Or if everything was just... a lie. What if what u see, hear, touch , sense etc2 is filtered extremely and its not what is in the real world. it creeps me out sometimes, to think that because i can see , hear, etc2 I'm the only one real. How do you know that you're not the only one who sees things like this. how do you know, that we aren't living in our dreams , or in an eternal limbo like in Inception. I mean it sounds stupid right? But come on, think about it. How would it feel to not be able to escape 'reality' . errgh. creepy.

eh. but then again, if this was my world, the world in my head, that means I'm playing God right? I believe in God and I believe that he made man, and as the bible had said "We are all alive together", its enough for me to reassure that this world is real. Why would I be God? or why would God put me in this eternal dream.

eh. i dnno. what do u think?

Streetsmart or Booksmart

Streetsmart for the FUCKING WIN.

You ask me why? Because what is the use of knowing the circumference of the Earth? or the depth of the Ocean? or 283721987289372 x 28129320 divided by the square of 867126364654? Really, what? I guess that depends on the course you are taking or the occupation you want to have later in the future. But , whatever I become later on, I want to learn from experience. NOT FROM TEXT BOOKS.

I want to become a successful hotel or restaurant manager. I'd rather meet lots and lots of people, communicate, and interact than understanding stereotypes from textbooks and author's interpretations. I think it's silly to read a book over and over again to understand people, when in reality, you just need to step forward and ask them their name or what they are doing.

It's really frustrating to those in school who are booksmart and they cry over their grades. Because you know, its seems like they want to be EVEN MORE BOOKSMART so they can get 100/100. I'd rather get a 60/ 100 without studying more than a perfect mark with 50 hours of studying on the subject.

Okay, maybe reading books is fine. But if thats all you do - you sit down and ignore the world , stay in your room and read and read and read- what are you going to learn from that book? It's really useless to memorize something if you cant understand it enough to apply it in today's society.

What do you think? :3

FUCK.

I just finished baking my first ever lemon tart.

Where is the tart, you say?

Well there isn't a tart, because I fucking dropped it. Yes, I. fucking. dropped. it. So there you go, the 3 hours of my life I will never get back. I was going to move it into a container and put it in the fridge, but apparently God and gravity have another plan for it, which is to slip from my hand and serenely fall to the floor. And I screamed, not because of the fall, but because the hot filling dropped onto my feet and now my feet are red.

For what it's worth, I tried some of it (the one that didn't touch the floor of course), and it tasted awesome. And no, I will NOT grieve over this stupid shit because in matter of hours I will make another one. Fuckyeah.

Oh look, it's almost 4 in the morning. And I'm covered with lemon filling. Isn't it just great?

P. S. : when life gives you lemon, make a lemon tart and do NOT drop it.

i'm not sure if this makes me a perfectionist, but...

okay, lemme just say it.

i hate it so much, and i mean SO MUCH, when people put a quote on their tweets/pm(s)/statuses without inserting the quotation mark. i mean, dude, that's intellectual property theft! when you wanna re-say something that isn't your original saying, PUT A QUOTATION MARK! it's not that hard, really!

so, instead of typing

imagination is more important than knowledge

spend two additional seconds to press shift + ' on your computer (windows here), and type

"imagination is more important than knowledge"

IT'S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE REALLY!

before you judge me for being a grammar freak/nazi, lemme clarify my reasons. typing the quotation mark shows that "hey i didn't create it, i copied it" so when someone else wants to copy that quote from us, they know not to source us. second is, really, it just looks... right.

quoting correctly ain't rocket science. try it.

When I was a kid

I was told by my mom how I liked to bite and pinch people's backs and shoulders when I was a baby. Even though this is not at all a surprise for some people, I found it amusing. Hehe.

So she said that I wouldn't stop until people force me to, even though I had no teeth to do an actual and proper bite, and left them with torn shirts and bruises.

And I had this white baby crib with lattices, and I would chew them until the paint came off. Meh, I bet those paint fragments had stunted the development of certain part of my brain. I bet I could've been a great musician, or grown another 10-15 cm if it wasn't for that paint.

Anyway, enough with the denials.

P.S. : guess what my mom craved when she's pregnant with me? Crabs.

Yeah, so much for all the pinching. People should've seen that coming.

Buried

So I just watched the film Buried , directed by Rodrigo Cortes and stars Ryan Reynolds, only. It's basically kind of like a one man show. I thought that since I'm taking film theory and criticism soon in uni, I'mma start early and review this film.

The whole film has 1 setting. A coffin. Ryan Reynolds, named Paul Conroy, wakes up in the dark finding himself in a dark box, with a zippo lighter and a smart phone. Conroy soon realizes that he is buried underground as he isn't able to lift the lid of. He also realizes that he was put there as a ransom -- he was a hostage. His life in the box is probably more eventful than any other day in his life , since he is only a mundane truck driver bringing supplies to children in Iraq. His kidnappers, thinking he was a soldier, found him valuable and asked him to get 1 million dollars in exchange for his freedom. With no insurance, no riches and denied by the FBI the chance to pay for the situation , Conroy is not able to fulfill that wish and is not released. So the only way he can get out is , manually. Someone has to find him and dig him out. And no, his cell phone was cloned so the GPS can't find it.

Amazingly, this film wasn't boring. It actually kept me at the edge of my seat. Despite it being limited to a rather big coffin, Rodrigo Cortes managed to keep the audience attached. He changed angles, lightings, and gave special effects to dramatize Conroy's situation. During turning points in the story there were rapid close-ups and when Conroy was contemplating he would zoom out, at the same time stay in the boundaries of that coffin. Lighting was used effectively, lighting was realistic. The flashlight he later found would die once in awhile and would flicker after clicking it a couple of times. The Blackberry he had gave of blue lights that would dim when it closes on his ear. Even though the film didn't leave the coffin we knew what Conroy was thinking through repeat of the voices he has heard in the film and we knew a few things happening outside the coffin. There was sand, so obviously it was in a desert. There was a mosque nearby, so probably not an open desert. He was probably in a town( I would hate to think he was just in the kidnappers backyard) and it was a target for a war since bombs were thrown to it.

But enough about that. The real show was Ryan Reynolds. When I first read that the film was a one man's show I was like 'wut?' but then I heard it was Ryan Reynolds. He's no stranger to the horror genre but I'm sure many are confused as to what a charming, hilarious and bubbly was doing playing a thriller and alone at that. I was doubtful about his performance because he'd have to be good enough to keep the audience from falling asleep out of boredom. But, hell yeah, he did it. He was not an angel, he swore, he was an ingrate, he yelled at the people who were supposed to help him, he was a suck up, and yet...he still got the audience sympathy. He showed tenderness and love at times, especially when he called his mother and his family. He controlled his emotions incredibly that it didn't cross over to becoming a melo drama. His expressions help the audience feel anger, frustation, hopeful, and skeptic at different times of the movie. And personally, I wanted to cut his kidnapper's balls off. This film has given Reynolds a whole lot of respect.

There are many reasons why this film is a horror film. To the claustrophobic this is the ultimate horror movie. To those who are afraid of being alone, well, Conroy only had a few voices to keep him company-- and not all were to his support. It was creepy that even after the credits, I still managed  to think "What if it was me?" "What would I do if it was me in Conroy's shoes". Other than being buried alive for no reason, I thought the real horror was the side to society we don't see in daily life. Later in the story we figure out that the man who kidnap Conroy is not a terrorist, he is just...a desperate man. It made think about how cruel the human can be. To put someone else through sheer terror just for money is just...madness. Desperation can make someone do cruel things, and I haven't seen anything as cruel as this -- off or on screen. I mean, it would be more understandable *though it would never justify* putting someone else in a coffin if he had a family to feed with the money he needed or if his child was dying of cancer and he needed money to help save his life. I don't understand how someone could commit such a crime with the thought that he is destroying a family, pushing a wife to depression and depriving  a child of a father's presence hanging on the back of their head. I can't imagine living with that guilt. If they thought about it, would their child or wife be proud of what they've done , despite it being to help them? Would they want to live with blood on their hands?

I'd like to think that there is good in everyone. Like yin and yang. That Osama Bin Laden, Saddam Hussein and all those other terrorists had a heart somewhere underneath that evil. But it's films like this that prove me wrong. Anyone who would do this to someone and consciously has lost my belief that there is good in them.  

I'm in no way in a position to conclude this, but I do hope that this film wins at least SOMETHING in next years award season.

PICTURES TIME:

So you should meet my friends

You probably wouldn’t get along with them. Their mean, rude, frank, so and so. I mean when you’re stupid (believe me, I know) they will drill it into your head. Every little mistake will earn you a facepalm, or in Richard and Gino’s case, a face brick (???) . They use every swear word in the English language on you. I mean, one time, my friend called me a stupid fuck and I , weird as I am, I laughed my ass off. They make up names for me, the latest one , “nizam”. The other time, I swear, a friend got pissed at me out of nowhere when I told her good morning.  They practically tweet embarrassing things about you and mention you. Their. asses. Hahaha. Some dudes ACTUALLY look at my boobs and ask me if they have grown because of my gym sessions. FREAKS.  

When you’re being a bitch, they say it. When they disagree with you, they say it. When they think you’re being a hypocrite, they tell you. Their all *including me* kind of arrogant. We went through IB, now we believe we can do it all. LOL, but we can. Now, a 4000 word essay is cake, 3 o clock is our 8 o clock. (see what I mean). 

We don’t even have much in common. Some of my friends like Anime, only some like F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Glee, some like korean stars. I don’t understand what they see in them and they don’t understand my likes either. We don’t even like the same types of boys sometimes. 

But that’s the thing. Their different. When it really matters, they stick up for you. When I wanted to smoke, they told me not to. When I wanted to run away, they told me that would only put fuel into the fire. When I have problems with Asyraaf, their literally only an MSN chat or Skype call away. One time, my friend skipped her class just to accompany me cry. 

Two of my dude friends brought me to more new places in a couple of trips more than my parents in my 18 years here. Another two of my dudes accompanied me almost every night when life was bland as hell. Other two of my friends are so entertaining I believe they should have their own show. When I’m crying, they only take 2 minutes to make me laugh again. 

They pick me up and take me home, they chip in for my cab fares, they even let me use their names when I’m in trouble with my parents. And when it’s your birthday they will shove you with a second cake. They know which your favorite drink and what you order in restaurants. Jesus, today, on of my friends actually kind of read my mind. Hahaha. 

And I don’t care. Even if their insensitive and mean, their awesome like that. I can’t imagine how boring this summer would be if they were decent, nice, tactful and…not this way. 

So this is to you, Annisa, Jessica, Jesslyn , Agnes, Anya, Gino, Richard, Fajar, Fito. You have made this lifeless summer, one to remember. No words will expresses how much I love you all just the way you are and how much I will miss you  And Mia, Cavin, Jason, Kiki and Celine, you have no idea how much I miss you. I can’t wait for when we see each other again. I love all of you to tiny atom size bits. :3