Memories and Series

On Friday I greatly anticipate the new season of Greys Anatomy. Not dissapointed. Shonda Rimes is a great writer. And she put what we feel into words and expression exactly. Meredith can be quite tiring, especially whenever she got close with McDreamy. But got to love the interaction she have with the other cast, Izzie, George, Cristina.

And I love the last scene. When Izzie is being helped out of her prom dress by Meredith. (I thought the writers is about to let her wear that prom dress for several days). It translate to some what I sometimes felt. I have a thing on letting go or reminiscing. Yeah.. well (you know me).

Especially......OK. Say that.. if I had been to a really great date. When I got back home, I hate to get myself out of that clothes. Even if my clothes reek of cigarette smoke, I would love that smell. It gave me the heady sense of still being in that date. After the clothes was wash and I would fold it or hang it, I would smell the fresh laundry smell, a smile would hover. I would hesitate to wear it at times, not wanting any bad memory to tarnish it. So whenever I will put that clothes on again, the same shoes, the same handbag , it will usually bring out the best in me. I will laugh a bit more. I would be a little bit more dreamy. Little playful retort would bubbled out of me easily.

But, the same thing can be said when I am sad. When I got through a bad breakup or whatever. That same clothes would bring the opposite effect. I would bring it out with a resolve to wear it, but never could. Every time I lie my eyes on that clothes, it would bring me a bout of memories attack. When I hold it to store it back again, since I can't bear to wear it, twinge of sadness twisted my heart a bit. It brings little pain now.

Well, let's not get melancholy do we.

First time berbuka puasa di bulan Ramadhan in the office. Bit in a bad mood at first since there was free lunch at the office......, but as the day progressed, it is just like any other day. Eat a bit at office, then makan di rumah.

I also manage to download and watch the first episode of Shark. Its about this great D.A (Defense Attorney) who goes into the prosecuting side to win trials (the prosecuting side keeps on losing) and also train some of the junior attorney down there. A bit like House, but lawyers instead of doctors. One of the few series , I would like to try out and see on how well do I like it. Well.... its not great. But not too shabby either. Its quite enjoyable. Let's see on how well it turn out. And it got Sarah Carter. I kinda like her after seeing her in DOA. Not her acting chops (those are just tolerable) .. just that she's cute.

Ramadhan

Well well. I wanna join in the bandwagon and blog Ramadhan too. Yeay.

Well.. everybody know what is drawing near. You know what time it is... Yes! Food galore. Food that usually only come up once a year appear. Yes! The time of year that all people think we can diet or lose weight in the fasting month... but how completely wrong we are since our berbuka puasa food is just too full of goodiess goodness thingies. The time of month where traffic jam is at the most worst after work hour.

Yes , yes , I am not completely sidetracked here. It is the time where all us sinners should take the opportunity to grovel and beg for Allah forgiveness for us wrongdoing and transgressions. It is the time where we need to shed our bad habit.. and try to keep it that way too. It is the time to multiply our good deeds and ibadah to Him.

Therefore being a person who is so flawed that she herself are sometimes ashamed of self, I want to seek forgiveness to those around me.

First of all to my family who have to attend to my freeloading ways at time and also still keep the meal on the table until 10 pm every day so I could have home cooked meal . I like to say please forgive me for all my thoughtlessness and also my careless way on handling thing. ( Even though my family don't read this blog... and I hope they never will. *shivers* .. ah well)

To all my friends, to also on my don't care attitude at times and sometimes biting remarks. And the forgetful of birthday thingies too.. I know I know.. I am a bad friend. But hey.. I am never good at numbers. Can't seem to keep them in my head.

To all my Corporate colleagues, for sometimes being lazy.. ah yess... ok ok.. a tad bit lazy ...in many time.. but you know you still like to keep me around since I am such a walking dictionary and I laughed at those silly silly emails.

To all my other colleagues, ah well... sorry for the you know.. the don't care attitude (you see a pattern is emerging here) and the delay in sending out some emails.

To others, who I might had hurt their feeling or somewhat intentionally or non- intentionally. And to whoever might understand, that I never thought it would be like this or was like that. (Wait.. even I don't understand that. Well... think as you like.. I gotten tired of 'splaining myself).

To all my blog readers, sorry for having to put up with this *show hands around, nose crinkling in disgust*.

Now.. did I missed out anybody?

The diary note of dils

I was thinking.... that I don't really live my life quite healthily. I love good food. What I meant by good is.. those oily, extra fat, red meat, rich in cream and goodness food. So okay.. I need to exercise.... a bit.

Last weekend....

8.30 a.m: Gaaahh.. alarm clock. Head feel heavy. Cold. Rain had just stop. Want to sleep..and be fat until will grow disgusting to all creatures and men.

8.38 a.m: Peel self from blankie and other blankie. Rinse head in water for cold water shock treatment and brush teeth.

8.45 a.m: Went to room at top a.k.a storage room in search of decent shoes. Obviously cannot gad about exercising in sandals or high heels. Very unseemly.

8.55 a.m: Baaaahhh.. could not find shoes.. rummaging through piles brought from UTP that had not been opened 2 years ago. Could not find shoes. Found high heels. Found sandals. Ooohhhh.. I forgot I still have these sandals. But no shoes resembling shoes that are fit for cycling or running.

8.57 a.m: Found a neat red sneakers that wouldn't look out of place. Bounded downstairs.

8.59 a.m: Push bicycle out of house.

9.00 a.m: Forgot most important tool of exercising. My Sony Beanie MP3 player.

9.03 a.m: Hurmph. Battery is flat. Too lazy to recharge even though the manual state " Easy and fast rechargeable !!! Charge for 3 minutes to get up to 2 hours of listening.." . Grabbed Sony Walkman handphone instead .

9.05 a.m: Have a quick drink of water. Fluid very important, as those articles that were always being shoved to our face say.

9.08 a.m: Wheee~~~~ Ready to go.. Cool wind on my face.. cool crisp after-rain morning smell. Love morning smell.

9.10 a.m: Pedal, pedal uphill... to go up to the other side of taman. Greenery around. Love morning. Should had woke up earlier.

9.13 a.m: Opps. Song stop. Stop bicycle. Fiddle with handphone and earphone. Suddenly eyes are caught upon 2 stray chocolate color mangy dogs lying beside the road 20 m ahead.

The first dog suddenly stood up. Ears perked up. The dog tilt its head to its friend. The other more mangier and skeletal-like dog also bounded up.

Arrrgghhh.. stray dogs are trotting, almost running to meself. Push bicycle to opposite direction.

9.14 a.m: Whizzed through road in fear of rabid dogs.

9.16 a.m: Stood in front of scary 90 degrees hill , the road to go to the other side of taman. Either this or rabid dogs. Contemplate to go home and slept again. Push lazy thought aside as do not want to scorn self.

9.18 a.m: Have to push myself and bicycle up the hill. Pant. Pant. Could not cycle self uphill 90 degrees hill. Pant pant. Cursed stupid rabid dogs. Obviously the dogs are too lazy to come up to this road and chose the more scenic and more horizontal-like road for their haunt. Pant. Pant. Cursed lazy mangy rabid stray dogs again.

9.23 a.m: Hahaha. Am top of road. Am the King of the Hill. Or Queen. Whatever. Very tired but get on bicycle and cycle

9.35 a.m: Cycle and cycle around the houses. Got bored. Miss greenery thingies..

9.38 a.m: Went out to scary road leading to highway. Many cars. Cycle carefully with scary cars going past beside...while eyes glanced fearfully to very big drain beside road.

9.43 a.m: Back to greenery thingies again.. yeay.. with little squirrels scampering around.

9.51 a.m: Pant. Pant. Very tired now. Argh. Legs must keep on moving to avoid toppling over. Pant. Pant.

9.55 a.m: Feel like puking due to tiredness. Pant. Pedal. Pant. Pedal. Slightly green in face. Encountering a truck bearing large picture of ayam percik. Ayam percik does not look at all nice when feeling very nauseous.

9.59 a.m: Cycle . Pant pant. Pedal pedal. Pant pant.

10.03 a.m: Ahh.. home sweet home. Water....need water.

Losing it

Today I read about the killing spree at a college in Montreal. It bring back to mind again the events of another killing spree in a school in America almost 6 years back. And another one. And another.

The killer in Montreal cite his reason as problems with the women. Hence killing all he could find. The killer at the Columbine High School were believed was being bullied to no end and could not stand the peer pressure. Ted Bundy. The charming serial killer who chose his victim since they looks like his ex girlfriend who dumped him.

So? Why did 'cha do it? What reason indeed you can lamely tell somebody on why you choose to take the life of an innocent person.

Is it the one act of traumatic terror and events that can change you to take a gun and wildly shoots anyone around you? Or a quiet, persistent push and shove and constant pain, with silent sneer looking at you whenever you try to fought back that you just gave up and decide to let somebody else just feel that pain?

Some might argue this killing spree is becoming common in the Western world. I agree. But ... it is entirely possible you might see the same case to happen in our own country. Little mercy that can be counted upon is that at least at our country , guns are not sell in your own backyard or next to your friendly grocery store.

But hey.. let's not all clap hand and congrats ourselves. I hate the gang beating which is rampant in our local schools be it at the big town or the rural place too. So many of them can be seen so easily accessible via YouTube. Imagine the one you have not caught on tape. But that is another stories, another time.

If a father raping their own daughter. I would most certainly understand why you might want to plunge the knife into him. Again and again and again. Someone who hurt you. Understandable you want to kick and slap the person who hurt you back. You might even want to hurt yourself.

But those who are not related at all to your pain. Killing somebody daughter, son, wife and husband. Giving more sorrow that what your pathetic excuse of a sorrow. Madness perhaps?

Let see... if I wanted to kill. I would take my pick on the usual 4 : Greed, Love, Revenge, Fear... Probably not greed. No use killing a person over money and not enjoying the rewards. Revenge... probably .... yes. But Revenge is best serve cold and always. You don't quite satisfy your taste of S&M when they died immediately. Love....it is probably the same as revenge, you want them to suffer as much as you did. Not pain of death. Pain of living probably. Everyday feeling that pain they caused you. Everyday you feel that pain, you want that person to feel that too.

Thus, only leave fear. Fear is my valid reason if I wanted to kill somebody else. If I ever kill anybody, it would be out of fear. Fear of my own. Fear of somebody else.

What would push you over the edge?

Picking up the pieces

Some people knew I was in love. Some people guessed who is the lucky or unlucky guy. I knew of 2 of you out there who is still keeping the list on the possible guys on who I had set my eyes upon and are still guessing who is this guy are.

I hate talking about this now. As you might had noticed, I had grown cynical and somehow disillusioned about love. And I don't believe in love anymore. At least from my part, my life. I believe it happens to everyone else. I believe people could love me. I believe people could love each other. I don't believe the person that I love would love me back. I find it increasingly hard to believe I could love again. Maybe a different kind of love. Not that kind of love again.

It is sad. I first open this particular post wanting to say I wanted to move on. Just when I am about to type on how I wanted to move on, I got to know.. well something.... And I know I that I was wrong. I had not move on. I particularly hate myself now. I don't hate him, no, no, not at all. He had cleared himself of all blame. You know, put the "The management are not responsible for the loss of ....." before you park your car kinda notice. It is rather a good idea. I have to admit.

But whatever right? I am still young. I am sure this will pass. This got to pass. Or I would go mad trying to keep myself from feeling like an idiot. Your worst enemy is yourself. My low self esteem for this, I could only blame myself.

I just wish I could blame someone. Or something. Maybe ... herm.. but SssSShhhh~ some dreams are just too fragile and too beautiful to say out loud. If I disturbed it, it would then break apart in many pieces.

Important Note: I am not feeling particularly well the past days. So please do not blame/marah/felt dissapointed with me on this post since I am heavily under the influence of medicine and irritating bad health to post this without screaming how embarassed I am.

Tidbits and Thoughts on Bridget

Today is such a sleepy day. I finished reading the Bridget Jones articles. Ended with her birthing a beautific baby boy while I am screaming (in my head of course), "I want more, I want more."

Its rather puzzling. I was reading all the columns from 1995 to 1997 .It ended abruptly in 1997 when Bridget was caught snoggin a 14 year old boy. Shocking, but quite accidental. Then it started suddenly in 2006 again with Bridget having a prenatal scan with Daniel. She obviously are pregnant with Daniel child. WHeeeEE! I am pleased. But the non-explanation on how she get pregnant and all is very confusing which makes me yearn for the book to come out faster. However the book and the column , not to mention film are very very different. The column, beforehand does have Mark asking Bridget to marry him and then chucking her. The film just ended up on the note of Bridget getting asked, but I couldn't for the life of me remembered the ending. The book, The Edge of Reason just ended with Bridget going to move to Thailand with Mark Darcy? V. confusing. Do not know which to believe since all are created by same author.

Now comparing Mark Darcy and Daniel, we all know Mark Darcy is all superiors in term of (can't say look because this is fictional characters therefore personal taste in looks could not be determined) wealth, manners, caring-ness, opinion and his personal qualities. While Daniel is shown as a sexist pig who can't commit and very shallow. (Somehow if both of these guys are real, I still got a sneaking suspicion that Daniel will be handsomer). But you know, I always kinda wish Bridget does end up together with Daniel. Don't know why. Probly both of them are such fun character to be thrown together, while if Bridget with Mark Darcy, Mark will just ended up looking very smug and bored.

Also got to admit, guys like Mark Darcy don't exist. While the worlds are overridden with guys like Daniel whom girls love to fall in love with , but these type of guys just continue to be commitment phobic bastards thus causing girls either to go mad or marry a pompous lesser in quality, look (much less in look), wealth, caring-ness Mark Darcy-like personas.

Also on another note, don't understand people(women) who detest Bridget Jones. Of course any sane person know that they must not act all whimsy-like and very blur like Bridget or you will get sacked and shunned by families, friends, acquantainces and communities at large. However, which women don't admittedly have these little shortcomings that are so garishly described in the book. Who don't postpone little resolutions to take diets, eat healty food, etc, etc till tomorrow or next year? How many of us in the world does indeed have the best jobs in the world, and do not have the pleasure of the predicament of those who are not that lucky and in the morning lies shivering in bed in fear of deadline/meeting/performance review? How many women who are a little bit overweight or reaching that quota,do not fervently looking into their weight scales and furiously thinking where does that extra pound (or kg) magically appears overnight when did not eat anything at all at dinner?

Chick Lit like Bridget, makes our little hang up seems much more amusing and a bit more endearing knowing that heroines do not necessarily have to look like supermodels.Those who do not agree, as what Bridget Jones might say, Baaahhh.

Project Happy Malaysia

I felt like crying hysterically today. But still I wish to blog today on Project Happy Malaysia since I do think its a great idea. But was thinking.. what kinda stories I can contribute, with my obviously crappy mood today..

What kinda stories I could write with my increasingly cynical outlook on life... on how great Malaysia or Malaysians are. Trying to figure out this piece of puzzle are not helping when you had just got out from a rainstorm; walking and clutching a tiny umbrella, mind you and the piece of arse standing in front of me, refuse to yield his position of a path not drowned by puddles of water. Him a man. Me a girl. So of course, I have to give this piece of arse way, and step into the puddle so he could walk and not dirty his shiny black shoes. I cursed you , man. May some kind of dirt or bird shit are stuck at his shoes and burnt a hole right into his stocking.

Right. I got that out of my chest. Now. What ? Project Happy Malaysia. Oh God. I felt like bawling out now. *blink* *blink*. It's a hard day already, not that anyone care. Right. Oh sod it, Dila. Cheers up.

I may not have a good happy story since I don't feel emotionally stable for that yet. I will give a really short story why I think we are not half bad as anyone else in the world.

Story 1

- My family was involved in a car accident. I was the only one not in the car, since I prefer to watch cartoon rather than go somewhere. My sister lose control of the car and then the car spunning out of control, crash into the nearby ditch, upside down. A guy in a motorcycle saw what's happening and quickly stop. Making sure everyone is not horribly hurt. He stopped passing motorists to help them. They quickly brought my family to the hospital. The guy helped on what to be done to the car and also help on to register my family. My mother did not manage to get in contact with the guy again. But thanks to him, for fast thinking in bringing my family for medical help.

My Comment: No. We Malaysians are not just capable of gaping and staring at number plates and the grotesque burnt flesh when an accident happened. We do care. We help.

Story 2

- I need to get back home at the time I was studying at UTP, Tronoh. Without car, we need to wait for the Perak Roadways bus which is always slow. A kindly couple in their 50s, pulled over and offered their van for a ride to the bus station. Living in the now, it is highly dangerous, however me and a couple of girls agreed. Nothing in particular happened. We manage to get to the bus station quickly and not miss our bus.

My Comment: Highly naive of us to take that offer. However, to think that nothing untoward happen. And somebody actually care enough to give a ride to a few girls and again nothing bad happened. I consider that.. as a plus sign indeed.

Story 3

- Nothing of a helpful Malaysian this time. I was a young student at a school in Australia. When the Principal of the school learnt I was from Malaysia, he became so excited. I remembered he told me how lovely Malaysia is, and he loved being there, and are saving up to go there again. One day at school, he came into my class bringing with him a big (really big, horizontal portrait size big) picture of.... the local fruits of Malaysia. I almost gape at him. I meant as young as I am, I know the quality of art. Heh. This is no art. This is just a simple picture of our local fruits against a dark background. And he said that he hung it at his dining room. He even forced me to write an essay on our local fruits. ( I was not at that particular time feeling very warm to his gesture on this added homework) .

My Comment: I was highly amused at my principal excitedness. And it does warmed the heart when I think about it later. We , locals, Malaysians, so love abusing our own country and countrymen, while another person, a foreigner is praising it to the sky.

So tomorrow being an independent day, I do agreed with Vincent gesture. Once in a while, let's feeds our readers and put our blog on a positive note of Malaysia and Malaysians. So there... with the exception of that man in the rain ( which I still seethe about while am still very damp when writing this), am now feeling almost lovable of all creatures.

Happy Independence Day Malaysia.

Choose Your Own Adventure: The Abominable Snowman

I remembered when I was living in Australia. Sometimes us family love to poke our head in , rummaging through the goodies of the flea market. From that day, til today..went I went to a flea market or car boot or bazaar whatever you may call it. I always look for second hand books stall.

Okay, I think I left the point I'm gonna say here. During one of the trip to the flea market in Canberra, my father bought me an almost set of books. Game book as what I call it. I couldn't for the life of me, put my hand on what it is called. The book titled something like "Plane Crash", "Lost in whateverplaceitis". What different about these books from others are that... I can choose whatever ending I want! Its kinda like you are the character, and you get to make that choice. One of the example is kinda like.. You are lost and your car broke down. Ahead you see a big mansion and you knock to use the phone. Then someone open the door. Inside, you were offered a hot drink... Then at the end of the page, it gave you the alternative 1) Would you choose to drink that hot drink ..which are steaming from a chalice. OR 2) You choose to go to the other room to call immediately for help for your car. Answer? Options 1) Find you unconcious and you woke up in a dungeon with chains at your foot . Interesting aight.. My guys friend at school years back love it so much that they never return me back some of that books series.

So what I am going to say...the DVD is something like this! (Only less scary and my character haven't died yet playing this DVD). I got an opportunity to get this DVD. So I got the package specially sent to me, which I shamelessly didn't manage to watch since I got a tad bit busy for a few weeks after getting the DVD for the Choose Your Own Adventure series: The Abominable Snowman.

With nothing to do on Saturday, manage to finally got the time to pop in the DVD. The cartoon animation is nothing to shout about, but hey. I had been fed too much of the good stuff from new movies from Pixar and Disney. These are simple characters which I found nice with the smooth animation that today technology can create. Kinda bring me back memory of cartoons I used to love seeing when I am a mite little girl. (man, I missed Gummy Bears). All about the above? Oh yeah....

Plot:
Basically its about 3 siblings who with not much persuasion from their uncle, agreed to trek about the Himalayan mountain in search of Yeti a.k.a The Abominable Snowman. The siblings are Crista (the eldest); who is an animal lover and have plenty of spunk, Benjamin; the nerd of the family with cool gadgets who is a bit paranoid, and Marco... who I can't seem to find any specialty yet..but he did get to say lots of cute comments. When they reach Nepal, they found out that their Uncle Rudy had gone! So off they goes in their little adventure in search of their uncle.

Now.. what I think about it. I found myself enjoying it! Though I have to say, got reservations about the story earlier. I even think it was very short and should be longer! Another plus point are: the dialogue are not lame!! Thank goodness for that, since I hate lame dialogue in any type of production. They are witty enough for a person with enough intelligennce to enjoy and chuckle along.

The choose own adventure part? The intructions are simple enough. It will give you which options you need to choose when the time for the alternatives come, and just hit on the right and left button of the remote control and then the scenario will play out. So any toddler with a basic knowledge of a DVD remote can do this easily. If you fall yourself on a dead end, it will bring up a screen on your past options. So you can rechoose again. Mighty goody than playing it all out from the beginning again.

The story are cute but I do wish the plot could be more intricate. My ending was.. well.. I never like to give the ending. This is a DVD for choosing your own adventure! The ending spoiler would spoilt it! But it was a great experience again. Make me miss my game book. Heyy.. I always like feeling childish again. My 2 year old niece do pointed at the screen excitedly too. (However since she always get randomly excited so I will ignore her point of view) . Recommended for children age 5 and above and adults who don't wanna grow up.

However, I did get a bit confused on the siblings history when they kept mentioning about their parent. It seems like there is some shady (okay, more like sad) history or something. But they didn't explained more. However from what I understand, it is actually more of a series of DVD, so probably there's a whole lot more out there... or coming soon. Well, I don't know. But no worries, it do not affect any of the plot(s).

After finishing it, I did notice that my ending does not include finding Uncle Rudy. Maybe I will play it all out again. Also exploring it a bit more, I found myself playing the little documentary they included in the DVD about Nepal. Hehehe. Me love documentary. So I love it! Tis a great idea. But the DVD also come up with a little journal 'splaining a little on Nepal for those who don't wish to seek much enlightenment on Nepal.

So? I kinda like it. Probably more people should come up making this kinda stories. Imagine what they we could do if I Know What You Did Last Summer first come up. Options 1) Jennifer Love Hewitt scream bloody murder and just stand there while the crazy person with the hook came after her OR 2) Jennifer Love Hewitt get *sign showing off with her head*, cause we just want the screaming to stop already.

The Great Sale that was not that Great

Few days back, I walked around KLCC in search for... well nothing. Just a good bargain thingies I guess.

It is always very boring to scrounge for bargain in the 70% and 50% pile. Only once in a while you find a gem. That is a rare moment. Usually, those pile are hideous which I will never wore even if they gave it for free. I went into Esprit, Isetan, MNG (which have no more sale), FCUK, British India... boring, boring, boring. Either the hideous pile, or no offer. Well, I also out of things to buy. Got few clothes still have not worn yet in my closet. Shoes? I always prefer my ratty sandals anyway. OOoOohh.. and the new shoe I bought in Berjaya Times Square needs to taken to a cobbler. Why they always make girls sandal so slippery? They think we like to skate ourselves through the floor ar?

I was beside myself. I meant I am at a shopping mall. I must, must buy something. So I went to Kinokuniya. Nothing there too but I always prefer to buy secondhand book , being such a cheapskate.

In exasperation I brought myself into Mark and Spencer. Was hankering after a those soup that were sold somewhere out of the outside of London Underground. So I went in search for those kinda soup. Isn't it boring, if you went to a restaurant and all they list in the Soup section is "Mushroom Soup" or "Chicken Soup". Baah. I could get it from the aisle of Giant. Why would I want to go to a fancy restaurant and bought myself a soup that was taken from that same tin. I can still remembered the soupy delight which was Broccoli and Leek soup and Potato Soup. Man. Im hungry. So bouught myself a tin , to test it out and see if its any good and a jar of jam for my mother.

I got home and my sister said, behold the shopaholic who couldn't seem to find anything to her fancy, so even buying a can of soup and jam would satisfy her addiction. Realized, that perhaps I truly am a shopaholic. But not the extreme one. More like retail therapy. Yups, yups.

Okay.. I want to make a list on what I had bought. But actually I forgot what I bought. I think bought a new blouse, new work pants, new shoes........ and can't remember further.

Below is the list which I want to buy, but can't or still could not find it:
1. A dark red/maroon leather big handbag.
2. New lense for my new spek
3. Bicycle
4. A spanking brand new book.

Heyy.. is not that extensive of a list. Yippeee..

Inner mind that inexpressible

You snooze, you lose . Well I have snost and lost. I'm pushing through. I'll disregard the cost. I hear the bells. So fascinating and I'll slug it out. I'm sick of waiting.

.... Excerpt from the song ( I Hear the Bells - Mike Doughty)

Arrghh. Kemalasan melanda. Don't you ever felt ever so incredibly lazy a day before your exam, your great deadline, your project presentation?

Well that's what I am feeling now. Not helping that I am feeling restless. Haih.

Sit still. Eyes shadowed. Fingers twitched. Strands of hair tucked neatly behind one ear. Deep breath. Concentrate.

..Its a many splendored thing

Yawn. Its Manic Monday. I always , always complaint when its Monday. Couldn't be help. We still have to go through Monday.

Got to see PGL last weekend at Istana Budaya. We got good seat (It should be. I'm bankrupt already) so it was really nice. And it was spectacular. The sets and lighting is very very very nice. I love it. Hang Tuah is not as handsome as what most girls fawned about, but what he lacked in look, he makes it up with his singing chops. PGL the movie was bland at times, however this musical certainly lively and beautiful.

But I must and must complaint. The music. This is a musical. I expect a majestic sweeping haunting lovely music to show its grand sad love story. All I get is a song somewhat like a pop song. The songs was disappointing. I didn't meant all the music. The majestic lively music where they dance about Majapahit and Melaka is a joy to hear and see. But its love song. I felt like ... blahh. I always wonder why our film don't have great music as it were in zaman P Ramlee. Haunting sweeping song that we identify as closely as the story in the movie. We have many influences of many cultures and many weird musical instrument that we have problem pronouncing that we can incorporate in a movie soundtrack. Why? Why? They always use a song somewhat sound like always sung by boy or girl band.

I have to say too that Gusti Puteri and Hang Tuah kinda irk me with their first love at first sight and Gusti Puteri lamenting on how shitty life is as a princess that wants to be loved. Have to guiltily confessed during all those lovey dovey scenes, I rolled my eyes a lot. What? You think I don't believe of love at first sight? Naah. I do. More like that its rarely true. Nor lovely. Or any grand love story in that matters. Does it always have to be first love first sight? And if it is a princess involved, it must involved a lot of singing.

It kinda make me think. Fairytale love story. My most familiar recollection of love stories, is of Disney stories of Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Little Mermaid. The prince first met the princess while princess is singing -> mesmerized by the singing -> sing along -> fall in love while holding hands ( And don't get me even started on the Princess and the stupid Pea). Perhaps that's why our politicians and orang2 kaya is always entranced by singers and actresses. I put the blame on Disney. And must the princesses alwaysss whined about wanting to love and beloved. Hellooooo. There are peasants down there at your castle washing your potty basin while have barely enough to eat. But you must complaint that no one love you.

Want to know of a haunting love story involving a princess? Let me recollect. Long time ago, in a land not so far away, there live a princess who lived in a great big towering castle. She fall in love with a neighbouring rival knight. How they fell in love? I don't know, probably she sings a lot while gathering berries. However, they always met in secret. Proclaiming their undying love, they would one day run away together since both fathers would not approve of their secret relationship. You know, him being from a rival country and all.

One day, they promise to meet in secret in the princess castle. One dark night, the princess opened one of the castle window to let through his knight into her lair. The knight should climb up using a ladder. Awaiting for her true love, she heard a sound coming up to the window. With color seeping into her before much pale face (her father would kill her if he knew what she been up to that night, hence the pale-like pallor), she stand up suddenly with starry eyes. But climbing up the window is not her knight, but a stranger. Before she could uttered a scream she was silenced forever.

Those that came up was a stranger which then helped his comrades up to take siege of the castle. The knight is simply a very very devious and heartless medieval age 007, who helped his father to conquer their rival castle. And they said women of the history were great betrayer. Paaah.

Love must have sucks. Probably that was her last thought when she died at the rival soldier blade.

Chick Flick Book

Don't you ever have so many interesting things you want to blog about when you were up and about gadding around town. Then you are perched on top of your chair in front of the computer and open up blogger. All your seemingly wonderful inspiration seems to always dissapear. My muse had forsaken me. Why? Tell me why?

Okay. No. I got no new things I bought that I must show off. Actually I am always buying thing, just the usual commonplace clothes that is no need to brag about. No place to go or planning to go. No new movies seen. Same old same old.

Currently feeling horrible because of the meds I am on now. Horrible. Baaahhh. Hate meds. Meds are suppose to make you better. Not make you felt like you must throw up or crawl under the earth and lie there. Its either this or the horrible itch. Somehow when you are suffering under one kind of pain, you felt that is the worst.

Then 2 of my corporate personas are on leave and MC today. One of them have a lower priority. So I have to take all the calls. So I am feeling too blah . Malas to describe further la.

Need to feel chirpy chirp. Come now. *slap slap face*. Okay, right now I am just starting to read the Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella (I know, I know , it is sooo 5 years ago). And it is funny. Almost as funny as Bridget Jones Diary. Although I still have to say that Bridget Jones is still the queen of all chick flick books. Simply funny and outrageous. This , this is first runner up.

I don't like all chick flick book. Bridget Jones is just too funny. Then I try to read the Nanny Diaries. Why it is sooo popular and being made into a movie, I have no idea. Need to even persuade myself to finish the book. It was yawner to me. Then I bought another chick flick book. But it was too vulgar for my taste that I don't wish to lay my eyes on it again. Its fate now? It is up there on the storeroom gathering dust.

So I end my chick flick book lookout that can tickle me senseless and just read my usual classic children book that I usually love or thrillers. Alternately reading children wanting ponies for birthdays and serial killer abusing and slaughtering their victims might just be the thing to save your mind from eternal sunshine of happiness and the abysmal pit of human suffering.

I am contemplating if I want to or not to buy "The Devil Wear Prada". Would it be as priceless as Bridget Jones, the book which I never fail to pick up and read all over again at least twice a year? I love if I found a book that I can read all over 2 times and still be tickle. Maybe I will. Hmmmm.

p/s: A lil update.

1) I am wrong. It is Chick Lit Book. I thought it sound similar. *scoff at self*

2) Bridget Jones stories will be compile to a book by the end of this year. ! Yeay.... so maybe I will have a new Bridget Jones part 3 by next year. So nice !!!!

Frivolous, I am.

Hi, my name is Dila. I am frivolous.

It is to be applaud that I did not buy much during the recent sale. I bought one lousy shoe. Its even not that expensive. But I did splurged needlessly in one jewellery? Antique? item. I got carried away and splurged on a piece of broken crockery. You know the bowl and plate kinda one. Except this is in pieces. Well, but it is not exactly just any piece of crockery. Who can brag that they use to have a piece of something from a sunken ship! I can!

Am I mad? Well a tad bit. Someone ask me , isn't it a bit expensive for a piece of crockery. I know! But I don't mind. Really.

Initially, I want to buy a pendant. But since wearing tudung and the pendant is really big, and I don't really hanker going after the big-necklace-wore -out of tudung-Datin-look, I took a look at the bracelet. And wallaa. Mine look somewhat like this.

What? SO puny one? Of course la. You think I am so rich ar to get something like the picture below? Actually have to say, I salivate more of this. But must not spend so much on a piece of broken crockery. Have to save for trip overseas and more pieces of jewellery I can sell later when I am old and penniless, at a higher price.

The real picture of my bracelet? Probably I would post it as an update to this blog this night. Probably is the operative word here.

The one that I bought is from the Ming Dynasty era. Its from the Wanli collection, so it is salvaged from a sunken ship up at Terengganu coast. The ship was a Portugese ship which was believed to have been boarded by a rival company and they set alight the gunpowder room. Thus the ship blew up at sea, circa 1625 (Gunpowder room... doesn't it sound soo war-ish and pirate-ish) . More information are taken from: here. It is a creep factor to know that this used to be under the sea for hundred of years, but that what also make it the "ooohh" factor . My sister said , don't blame her if I got strangled by some Chinese or Portugese ghost later on :P . Let's hope I would not misplace this bracelet.

A lil more update, I got my pin number from HSBC today. I signed myself for another credit card. Sigh. I never learnt . I almost got "palpitation and nerves" as what the old English matron might say, when I saw my Visa bill online. I promise on my old credit card, this would be the last credit card I will sign up.

And to my dear beloveds out there, I dah pon book your PGL online. The extra charges bloody expensive. ( Yeah yea.. I am ranting the extra rm16++ I need to pay online , than the broken crock. I am just weird that way). But I paid my other tickets online, its not that expensive laa. So I just have to complain about it, here.

Wangi Jadi Saksi

I just got back from watching Wangi Jadi Saksi from Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka.

Being naturally lazy, and I don't think so I am adept in writing synopsis regarding theatre, this is the excerpt from Axcess website,

" ...is the story of Hang Jebat's betrayal and murder, as told through the eyes of his young widow Dang Wangi, as she confronts those accountable for her husband's death. Using flashbacks and flash-forwards, Jebat's confrontations with his comrades and nemesis are revealed through a provocative new interpretation of this historical and legendary event."

Got all excited to watch this since I would love to see Vanida Imran up close (even though in a theatre and hundreds metres away) and I love the story of Jebat and Tuah. There is this one painting I always remembered, of Tuah and Jebat fighting and tombak and lembing are sticking out from the floor. So, my interest was piqued, thus I bought the tickets.

Manage to get to Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka in the nick of time to collect my ticket and bought the programme book. Those who plan to watch this, I would recommend you to get the programme book. It would clear out some of the dialogues that you don't manage to grasp.

Anyway, my thought on it? It was beautifully performed since you can see right away that the well known actors and actresses are very talented; among those apart from Vanida Imran is, Dato' Rahim Razali, Sabri Yunus and also worth mentioning are Khalid Salleh and Khir Rahman. Khir Rahman as Hang Tuah gave such dignified persona to Hang Tuah that I felt awe again of Hang Tuah as the great legend. Hang Jebat is cleverly played by Mohammad Shoffi Jikan, whose dialogue give an earthly feel to the theatre. However, since am not a professional reviewever and all, actually I just want to said, all of the actors and actress deserved the praise they get.

Everything went on beautifically I must say. Great performance. Good lighting. Vibrant, lilting 'score?' , just the right music (which I think was lacking in PGL the movie). Effective stage design, but some of the props have a hasty feel on it. Costume? Period costume in simple colors. I love it. Most of all, the script. Magnificent. Kudos to the scripwriters. The script is just lovely. The plot, give a new twist on the legend of Tuah and Jebat final fight.

At first, I struggled a bit to understand the dialogues since my Kesusasteraan Bahasa Melayu is a bit rusty. Not to mention Jawi reading too. LOL. The first scene is shown behind a see through 'tirai' with the prologue of the story shown in Jawi. Those are marvellous idea indeed. As the story played out, I then manage to grasp on what they are really saying and enjoyed myself wholeheartedly. My only (real) complaint of the performance is Vanida Imran should not be singing. Hehe. My very real complaint of the experience, is of 2 annoying persons, 1 who doesn't seems to get it that she or he needed to at least silent your phone. That annoying phone received messages 3 times, which all audiences in the dewan manage to hear. The no. 2 person , is the one who talk on the phone while the show played on. Sheesh, that's annoying and really inconsiderate.

Not wanting to end this post with a complaint , I will say.... wooohooo. : P

Will be busy for a few days.

Dead Man Chest

I am feeling.. dumb today. I can almost feel my brain liquidifying and turning to mash? mesh? mush? What is the correct word? See see.. I told you I am feeling dumb today.

I felt used, tired and oh so jaded with people today. But not that dark yet. Just a wee bit step away to completely hating mankind, so I transfered my affection to a non-entity. Which is none. Now. I don't make any sense. Okay. Explaining mode on. Kinda like, Davy Jones-wise, I am putting my tiny beating heart into a chest and kept the key. Well, except I don't tore my heart away, since it can be a bore to track those who will steal my heart for an organ donor. More like freezing it so that it can non feeling but just let it live enough so I won't be completely dead. Herm, probably that is why a chest is called a chest. Because we stored something inside of chest. Thus our chest stored our heart too. Man. I am weird today.

Before I am spouting more nonsensical stuff, let's look at the state of the world today.

Dalam Negeri. I am getting quite bored with Mahathir, Khairy and Pak Lah berbalah. Get over it and do your job already. I think its almost over pon. Goodies. Its like watching school presidents club debating. Which I always found very boring since I am never confrontational nor am I a watcher on confrontation.

Dalam dan Luar Negara. World leaders everywhere are just starting to jump up and down pointing at the cruelty of raiding, shooting between each other between Lebanon and Israel. Come on people.. that is so 2 weeks ago. Get on with the schedule already. I read that Rice, (America Secretary of the State) is giving all these so called speeches on how war is needless and needs to end. And Middle East needs to be revamped. I believe her word is something like, "Its time for a new Middle East". Which brings a chill down my spine since immediately I can almost see Bush is clapping his hand thinking of all the profit he could gain. Funny that she never mention that they themselves are giving Israel the weapons that killed 300 civilians. Not saying that her words as bulls completely, it is time for this war to stop. But, at what cost?

Entertainment World. Our own country first. Allahyarham Hani Mohsein passed away yesterday from a heart attack. Tis sad. A guy on his prime age. Just 41. Totally unexpected. While 50 year old men are getting married left and right. That aside, I was thinking on how happy he must had felt that day to go to a holiday with his beloved daughter.

Entertainment World Everywhere. Arr.. I guess.... everything. Its the same. People breaking up, people mooching up, adopting kids, bringing out kids out for a day in the park, beaching. All very boring. Same ol same ol. Unless Brangelina takin vows, then I perk up a bit. Not to forget however that August bring back all the series up to keep us entertained. So I will be riveted in front of my computer and TV soon. I am slaves to the idiot box.

My tiny lil world news. Well, my old college housemates (well actually only some of us) and I went to Melaka for a brief trip to visit my friend last weekend. We had a jolly good time. I wanted to put a post at first regarding this, but there's not much on this lil trip anyway.

We basically just chilled at her house, ate the plentiful rambutan at her househanging out in a museum, refreshing our mind and our local history. And learnt new thing too! I never knew that Hang Tuah had a son. Hey, I am a history buff. But not that much is mention lor. Who is Hang Tuah wife? Anyone knew? Can't remembered the name, see see, I told you I am turning dumb. It is quite fun to take a turn around Melaka history . Remember this?

Basically we try to go the basic tourist, behaving like some foreign tourist *blush* and thus taking pictures with all the usual historical monuments. Heyyy.... why not eh. Visit own country tourist attraction first.

We don't have much time on our hand, so we then took a jaunty walk through Jonker Street which sells from foods to pretty lil trinkets. Its pretty much like Petaling Street. Minus the scary looking gangsters selling pirated DVDs. But it is very nice. All the shop is very nicely spruced up, and Malacca River view is very fetching at night with all these lights from the riverside cafe.

For dinner, we headed to Umbai (where else). Only we didn't go to the original Umbai. My friend brought us to Umbai Terapung. It suppose to have great view and all. But its all dark, I might as well be sitting in a cafe in the middle of a desert. But we have great feast! That is all that matter. After that really hot walk through Jonker St, I say we deserved ourselves a feast. We ordered so much that I wondered if we had gone a tad bit overboard.

The aftermath. Well... we were hungry.

Never underestimate the ol Standby^me gang I guess. It is delicious, but I think I still prefer the other Umbai I guess. My fondest regards still remain to thee.

All pointing that..

I got too much time on my hand. Nah. I am just bored and discontented.

Anyway... being necessarily bored and fabulously nonchalant about it. (Just felt like throwing big words around even though it might be wrong) , I typed this and wallaa. All 10 signs pointing you are dating/seeing/marrying a sugar daddy-0. This is in no way related to any particular person *snickers*

1. Minus the 1 million in his bank account, you wouldn't touch him with a 10 foot pole.

2. Rummaging through your father closet for his digital camera, you found yourself staring at the same kemeja batik color and design your date wore to a formal dinner you both attend.

3. When both of you accidentally met his long lost friend, his friend remarked how fast and beautiful you had grown.

4. He have a bigger space in the bathroom shelves for his medication pills.

5. He knows more about anti aging cream than you do.

6. He woos you the old fashion way. Flowers. Jewellery. Fancy restaurant which other Datins don't frequent.

7. You have more gold trinkets from Habib Jewel than your mother.

8. You look forward the next after 20 years.

9. Snickers and titters can be heard around you when the "Who's your daddy" jokes come up.

10. When you read this you felt indignant and wanting to object.

*yawn*

Silent of the World.

I wish weekends are 5 days instead of 2. My weekends nowadays are pretty busy. I have so many DVDs to go through rather than just aimlessly go out on the weekend!! I went on a Buffy marathon the past days. Love me some Buffy. Just manage to only finish Season 1 (Well, I also have the business of playing Diner Dash 2). 5 more seasons to go through! Spike haven't appear yet in Season 1. So I am anticipating the moment when I watch Season 2. Yeay~

Forgot to bring my sweater today. So I am kinda numb and unable to think clearly because of the cold. The office is freezing because there are a few thick skin personas who will sweat profusely if the aircond is above 24C.

On world news today, the world is agog with war with Israel bombing Lebanon left and right. I don't follow world news much nowadays so I am a bit fuzzy on the details.(yeah, yeah, dumb gal.. but world news are so depressing anyway). But I bet if Siti indeed will announce her marriage today, THAT piece of news will go to the front page instead of the war news and I bet I will have more details on that.

Isn't it laughable the so call world leaders is being quiet on this bombing. There are always so busy to butt in on other trivial stuffs. Probably too busy concentrating on North Korea which have not yet bomb any country yet. I meant, why bother on things that have happened eh, no use crying over spilt milk probably is their motto.

Air raids are such impersonal weapons. Effi was right, perhaps the World War 1 (the earlier stages) is the war of the gentlemans. But when is war had ever been gentlemanly? If air raids are as impersonal, does not cannon and catapult are the same? The people who load this gun from afar do not see the destruction and the mangled bodies they had caused. I always wonder do the person who dropped the bomb on Hiroshima, ever came back to see the bodies and the destruction they had caused on the innocent citizens. Probably that is why I never like to watch Pearl Harbour. Boring movie of a slaughtering of Americans soldiers which ended with the slaughtering of Japanese citizens. I always scoffed at the war and soldiers that killed innocent peoples and even children. They said it is accidental. But if someone accidentally run over your kid, you would want to tear out their throat too wouldnt you.Instead, no apologies to the grieving family. No, nothing. Just, its war. An emergency state. As if that excuse it.

To me war is and had always been between 2 parties. When I said parties, I meant 2 or 3 person agendas. The soldiers are just pawn. And the citizens are the board where they trampled on.

Ah , now on a lighter note. I read an article about a woman's wish on choosing sugar daddies or money in marrying a man. There is a difference. One is a sheer disgusting luxury and one is just a justifiable need. I think this article probably have something to do with a certain celebrity. I wonder if the author place her in the golddigger section or justfiable needs. Ah well, but the celebrity golddiggers marriage to the ripe ol age Dato' is the one that we rarely heard end in divorce, but those who went all lovey dovey years ago on the cover of a magazine is the one ended up signing their name on the divorce paper. Perhaps true love is truly overrated.

'Tis Friday. Rejoice.

But I felt so azure blue. Waitaminute. Its Friday. Its the day every employee felt joy when its approach. But I just got back from a head spinning training for the new product release. (if you can call a recording video presentation by someone on the other side of the planet a training). And I felt like crying.

New product release. That is the understatement of the past 2 years. Everything looks different than the one we are used to. When we were in university, as lowly naive students we had learnt this term. "User or employee resistance to new technology". This term are coined as a negative aspect? force? obstacles? when a company wanted to use new technology or an upgrade. As greenhorn and our snotty nose rather than stucks between textbooks we rarely read but up on the air looking disdainful of the people who don't know to use computer and we ourselves proclaimed we are technology savvy, we don't exactly understand why should this should be a major problem.

But it is. It is. Imagine all the non savvy techie people who does't even know how to minimize a window, much less have to handle one product that looks so bewildering and confusing and have all these tech jargon. Like what I would always say to my colleagues. "Die lah for sure". Imagine telling these peoples what this log events meant when we ourselves are struggling to familiarize ourselves in a limited time. Hate programmer/developers who only think of themselves. Pbbbthhh~

I also had just taken an insurance policy to make my beneficiary considerably richer if I died. I looked at all the flow chart and see of all the probabilities that could befalled a human being. If you get to an accident, if you suddenly got cancer, if suddenly you are blind. Then being a woman now. Woman. Baah. I hate that. I was presented with more catastrophe that could befallen me. If I got breast cancer, if I got breast cancer and need to undergo reconstruction surgery, if I got into an accident and my face is disfigured, if my baby is suffering from some sorta disease, if I have pregnancy complications. I could assure you, it could bring anyone down looking at these policy insurance on things they supposedly cover and imagine 30 different catastrophe that can happen to you. So every month my pocket decrease manyfold to get this protection and for me not to be old, disfigured, physically impaired, penniless and begging on the street. Thus what they say. Men are born to borrow trouble.

Such a depressing post on a Friday. That is okay. I will get back home tonight and play Diner Dash 2. Special thanks to Yoda to make that happen :P . Oh and yeah, it does work now. Muehehe.

Click. Click.

World cup is over. Boohoo.. the jam packed road are starting again as usual. Funny how things like school holidays and World Cup can make the road seems much more 'spacier'.

Got nothing to update. Maybe I am bored or I am just a bore. But actually I got things to do. *snickers* Actually I am playing game at the office. Haih. Why? Well, it makes me more productive. Play some game, do some work. Play 1 level, do one task. That is productive, rather than I just stare moodily at the screen contemplating what in the world is their problem are. The game kinda rushes some adrenalin surge through my brain. Excuses Excuses. But hey, its true. I got a lil cold in the head as what my Anne-ish book always said. So everything seems, soo not worth it to think about at the moment. This kinda jolt it up a bit. But let's just enjoy the downtime of the proxy and enjoy the game while we still can.

Oh yeah, before any of you boys get all excited and ask if I play some games *roll eyes* alike to Resident Evil or Warcraft or whatever it is you are into now, well I am never am much of a gamer except for Sims! ( I still think it sucks that Sims kept on selling Sims Life and Sims City, but there is no Sim Safari or Sim Hospital anymore) Big strategy game gave me headache and tend to make me swore. I am more of a click, click, click.... Win.. Next Level. Click, click, pause, click. Arrr. Mati.. Habis (sound effect from one advert of the radio station) Lose. Games like from the site Popcap (They had lessened the number of games?) , Orisinal (Some of the game are irritatingly too cute) or alike to that. Quick. Fast. Now see what I meant by productive. LOL.

Actually I am still trying to not bankrupt McDonald. A game I picked up from MetaCafe.

Stay Alive

Come come. I kinda ... well.... how you say it.. malas? To put up a new post. Not so much because I detest typing. Hey, that what I do every day on my work. Type type type. Just that I sooo like love looking at Kirsten Bell pic at the top of my blog. Sigh. ( I am still on Veronica Mars fever but can't watch the later episodes due to hectic schedule in my life and other impending series needed to watch. Oh and the other little thing I still have not finish downloading) Probably I will put another fan girl button down my blog *grin foolishly*.

Anyway. A couple of weeks back, deciding to give my brother a treat before he went to the grind of study life (study life? grind? yeah,right) I 'belanja' him to watch Stay Alive. If those who are observant and have memory that hard to erase, I put that up as the thing I wanna watch in my blog.

I just want to watch it since it have Samaire Armstrong, Milo Ventigmilia and Frankie Muniz in it. Oh, not to mention Sophia Bush. But I don't really care much about her since I don't watch One Tree Hill. Oh and also the ever burning desire to see on they bring the Blood Countess on the Video game/movie. I am actually more interested in the Blood Countess.

The Summary
The story started with Loomis (Milo Ventigmilia) , playing a new video game. This game is about trying to get past or destroy the evil which is Elizabeth Bathory or the Blood Countess. He made a wrong move in the game, which causes his character to then be killed by being hung from the chandelier. A bit freaked out , he call in his BFF and kinda like a forster brother (the details are a bit fuzzy), Hutch (Jon Forster) come over playing this new game. Loomis was found later killed at his own house, hanging from the ceiling.

A grief-stricken Hutch, found the game and together with his game crazy friends, opt to play this new game in tribute to Loomis. (Weird way to grieve) . Then one by one, his friends died like their character in the game.

My thoughts?
Well.. if one want to prove the illogical of it, this is after all a horror movie where some character from the past come alive. They are many hole in this little movie it. How does a character manage to stay alive and after apparently died? Who bring this game to life, since surely Elizabeth Bathory who live at the age of 15th century would not have programming prowess? What does the little room in the house mean? Why if the Countess recoiled from wild roses, the wild roses are found in abundance around her house? And what is that annoying vibrating sound before they are killed? At the end of the movie, you are left with, huh?

However the video game characters and its graphic are nicely done. And the film have its moment. When Abigail (Samaire Armstrong) and Hutch kiss just after Hutch rescue her, bring the whole cinema cracking up. I guess romantic tender moment, just don't find the correct note here. But the actors and actresses are not that bad. Frankie Muniz is delightful as always. Samaire Armstrong is as sweet as she was in O.C. Sophia Bush is different from the usual sweetiness, which probably why you can see she act her character with relish. Jon Forster looks kinda out of it at first, but got into his character ok enough in the end. The ol mansion that they show look kinda like the mansion in the Skeleton Key. However the graveyard shown at the back of the mansion, was very creepy. So kudos to that graveyard alone :P

As for the Elizabeth Bathory legend. Well, those who is as much as a history buff as me and have a penchant for bloody history, all know that the Elizabeth Bathory had lived and was feared. She was as said in the movie. Kidnapping young girls for torture, riding in her black carriage at night looking for victims, hanging victim upside down and drained them of their blood. All true. However she did not lived in Pennsylvania , but rather Hungary. Probably the movie will cost too much if they went to Hungary? She come from a royal bloodline , thus why her act of terrors went on so long before she was persecuted. Read more about Elizabeth Bathory here, if you like.

Worth your rm10? For a horror movie, this did ok. Probably worth a DVD bought from your local black market.LOL (kidding, do support film industry) Better than Fragile though I have to say Fragile have the better plot. (But..blergh.. I still cannot get that horrible image of ol saggy flesh out of my mind..) The movie have all the bump in the night and flickering light and darkness of any horror movie. So horror movie element? Check . There is much fault in the movie if you want to openly ridicule it (which I did, I know I contradict myself). However the acting from the cast, make it a bit bearable. Just watch it as it are : A mindless horror movie.